Chapter 1600: with translation of chapter title

"No. 214: What I Understand"

The line seems to be describing a confrontation: "... Chengtian Bairen confronts Aimu Zhiji... Aizhi... Bairen..." So we could translate as: "... Chengtian Bairen's confrontation with Aimu Zhiji... Aizhi... Bairen..." But we need to keep the ellipsis? Probably we can output: "... Chengtian Bairen confronts Aimu Zhiji... Aizhi... Bairen..." However we need to output natural English. Maybe: "... Chengtian Bairen faces off against Aimu Zhiji... Aizhi... Bairen..." That seems okay.

Aimu Zhiji Aizhi

Aomo girls

Just as the kids in Digimon Frontier, when they get beaten, merely show fighter-spirit data; only when struck by the Royal Knights' output does it produce something like the human data ring—monster form and mechanical armor are identical, shrinking many lethal attacks to an minuscule degree so the monster's body bears it all.

As previously mentioned, even with such convenience, many card holders refuse to directly fuse and display monster form, because it is not easy to maintain one's mental state.

Anyone who has used it once will have that monster's shadow etched in their heart, and must constantly monitor where their emotions are heading; otherwise, they will be subtly influenced toward extremes, becoming a person utterly unlike their former self.

Moreover, the person involved is likely completely unaware.

This unconscious mental estrangement makes many card holders wary of the cards in their hands—some set rules, some look for loopholes, and some act like Pokémon users; that usage was initially discarded by Aomo like old shoes, but now, with ample card reserves, the advantage has become quite substantial.

However, although he can now directly throw out monsters to deal with his subordinates' rampage, still that saying—

——the creation of this stage is precisely to let them cause a proper uproar.

Even if someone among them aims at him, Aomo does not intend to suppress them immediately.

After all, this stage is not meant to eradicate their deep-seated emotions.

He has always wanted to keep the horse girls in racing condition while addressing their mental hidden dangers, and the solution he arrived at is precisely this scene.

No.

Chazuo Suzi Heavenly Wolf Star

Qianming Ludaofu Xiangzheng Chen Guang

Senlinbaoxue Suzi

Noble Lady and Extreme Peak Rice Bath Blazing Swift Steed Others Lipiya Gold Town Light

That is something he has partly considered, partly not; anyway, with so many people gathered together, they are bound to achieve something—extra side‑quest rewards.

S Attribute Great Explosion Sight

Waga Lima S

However, even with his ambition to control the whole stage, the whole theater, everything, once the chase of those two figures truly begins—and they even pull out monster forms to continue the pursuit—he can no longer rely on manually operating multiple surveillance puppets to simulate a multi‑grid view.

Dali Arab

And this is why his expression of thanks after the transfer appears.

It also marks the start of the audience attribute returning to its peak after he regains the big picture.

No.

Even if, to some rational people on this stage and some outside it, this scene merely looks like two monsters engaging in a bizarre chase, with few comment bullets forming, it seems more like an obstinate insistence on catching up to create the same image.

But true fans, as long as they know the true identities of those two monsters, can see those past images and witness that era.

In the era of the Twin Stars, even a rising ace never truly intervened.

For the period when that ace was at its height coincided exactly with the finale of the Twin Stars' story, the very image of the old era's unrestrained brilliance of Mercedes having already faded.

The first half of his career was filled with adventure and hope, brimming with flashing miracles, breaking through one misconception after another about the track and running style, earning him the title of a violent king who transcends common sense.

The latter small half of his career was filled with pursuit and tenacity; despite repeated battles and defeats, he kept fighting to the end, seen as a violent, unyielding falling star, leaving on the verdant grass a unique ending belonging to Qianming's representation.

In fact, the vast majority of horse girls, after retiring for more than five years, struggle to retain even forty percent of their fans; the place in people's hearts for distant figures is often limited, and those who call themselves DD rarely truly retain ever‑growing numbers in their hearts.

Horse girls unable to stay fresh or maintain heat also become laggards in people's hearts, to be eliminated, to fade with time, until they become part of history.

But in Umastagram's statistics of fan activity for various renowned horse girls, Qianming's representation achieved a sixty‑percent fan retention.

That carefree, easily rule‑breaking violent and free soul has already been put on ice, yet fans still chase her footsteps, chasing the world where adventure and hope, miracles and tenacity still sparkle.

Thus, over the following several years, the sayings that 'the audience will entrust their emotions to the horse girls' runs' and 'each renowned horse girl's run records the pulse of that era and generation' will take her as a case study.

No.

His whole career was like a peerless pride; only at the end did he have a moment of abnormal performance as an ever‑victorious ruler; even though, due to Qianming's representation's resilience, he was given a hint of cruelty and once called a demon king, this does not hinder his fan retention exceeding forty percent, and his total fan count far surpasses that of Qianming's representation.

Golden Master Golden Tyrant

Kings in horse‑racing history are always so dazzling, practically synonymous with absolute powerhouses; yet that solitary star atop the ultimate flower of defying hegemony is moreover an echo that countless hearts filled with gloom cannot erase.

Especially, she too once came from that Triple Crown champion, once bore the peerless style of her generation, and blossomed with a spirited, martial radiance.

No.

Those who truly chase that trace cannot possibly believe that the powerful, soul‑charging footsteps will end here, nor that the verdant‑hued lyric poem will fade away.

Therefore, at the moment when the old era's brilliance, sealed away for years, can finally blossom again, Aomo Lindun stares unblinking, just as he did in the audience seats of the Dream Cup short‑distance race at the end of the previous year.

No.

In this speed contest using Mach as the base unit, the avian monster, already boosted by a gale to reach the extreme of 8 Mach, pursues the moonlight monster that reaches 9 Mach by using a tiny glowing sphere at the wing tip as its power unit, propelled by gravity and air‑compression thrust; it seems like a chase where hope cannot be seen.

No.

Whether spectator or participant, everyone will feel such a sigh.

Some facts will not be broken by your effort, especially after you have striven countless times.

This is precisely why the victory creed of horse‑girl races has never been pure speed, but the combination of speed, strategy, and luck.

The world is not fair, and the racecourse is no exception.

Some horse girls are naturally gifted with good legs, some are naturally adept at learning skills, and some are naturally sharp‑minded, able to stay calm on the course while surveying the whole situation.

Even the innately pressure‑immune escape‑horse holy body, which runs at the front without anxiety, exists.

But the racecourse's unfairness also includes——you have the chance to overthrow those innately gifted powerhouses.

Being unable to reach it is both a reason to give up and a reason not to give up.

You believe there will always be a way, always a chance to touch that moment once, whether it be the rhythm and line you plot in your mind, or the sudden interference created by other players' performances……

No.

You look forward to those opportunities, you look forward to yourself, and you even more look forward to the people who help you, wondering what beneficial changes they will bring you; thus you look forward to becoming better and better.

So that massive raptor, its feathers stained like blood, continued the pursuit.

That wild and free soul still waits quietly for the opportunity — the miracle that breaks convention — to flash and vanish from the artificial.

Speaking of perseverance, she will never lose.