Chapter 1629: with translation of chapter title

NO. 243: Treading on everyone's Dao

In fact, when the race entered its final stage, even the most lay spectators could see that the struggle of Swift Willow Leaf and Famed General Dengeki was meaningless.

Just seeing those five horse girls charge straight through, in one breath overtaking the middle and front groups, already clearly shows the gap in the two decisive factors of condition and speed.

Even the commentator's doubtful words were almost answered in the very next instant after they fell.

Easily, the five pursuers led by Meipu Bopang simply broke through the wind and rain and ran to the front.

Undoubtedly, they took the top five spots.

But it was obviously not so easily decided.

Aimu Zhiji, Meipu Bopang, Mancheng Chazuo, Ailisuzhi, and… whether it was good luck or someone deliberately gave a push, Senlinbaoxue truly became the biggest beneficiary of the whole race.

Around this, the final 1,000-meter straight dash among the five who had broken free of the frenzied tide and showed calm charm also began to truly tear away the veneer of rationality constructed.

Naturally, the one who bore the brunt was the roarer coming from the dense forest.

Enough, it's truly awesome!

Although I have no idea what those guys are thinking, this is the battlefield Senlinbaoxue has dreamed of!

The guy called a genius, the guy who can see a world different from what ordinary people see, the guy like Flaming Swift Steed who never thought of giving up, and the guy who, in that frenzied tide, perfectly piloted the four horse girls including himself, simply like a machine, like an incarnation of rationality.

Right? This is truly awesome!

They're really strong.

The opponent not only had no shortcomings, but even exceeded expectations; if this is also the fate brought by the spirit of horse racing, then it's simply the best fate! Enough to let her admit that at this moment she is the happiest person in the world!

With the most practical steps, the purest roar, issue the most powerful declaration of war!

Come on!

Let's decide the victory!

Tear through the swift wind, dig open the soil, collide with all your might!

Face death and live, unleash the instinctive roar, to seize the sole victory, use all your strength!

At this moment, she doesn't care that she has lost with this lineup before, nor does she care whether this thought in her heart will be seen as others' joke.

Rather, she has always done things only for herself.

Just to be the self believed in by those embarrassing guys, for this, her eyes cracked with flames, her steps broke the grass, kicked up dust, yet had no chance of being stained by it.

Because she now is fast.

Very fast.

Fast enough to already reach Meipu Bopang's back, fast enough that even the water spray like a crown splashing beneath Aimu Zhiji's feet cannot be reached.

Zone/Flow State Realm

No one knows how many people on the field stood up for her taking this step, but for other competitors, this step she took is already old hat, a commonplace product.

Especially for the one she is chasing, who is about to get ever closer, and Ailisuzhi, who is about to stand shoulder to shoulder—

Heh...

At that moment, Senlinbaoxue heard a soft laugh.

Although Ailisuzhi has already spoken out more than once on the racecourse, seemingly unconcerned about the risk of breath leaking when opening her mouth at high speed, obviously, Senlinbaoxue, who directly lets out a loud roar, also has no right to complain about this.

She merely faced the stinging slap on her face from the speed below, as if even the heavens were becoming an obstacle, letting her most beloved rain-soaked track, she glanced sideways with her eyes at the brown-haired figure almost on the same horizontal line at this moment and the black-haired figure on the more inner lane.

She exerted force, pressing down on her feet, pumping her heartbeat with all her might, longing to knock open the gate of the new era with her roar, so that the reformed new era's peak would carve her name, Senlinbaoxue witnessed the white-backed figure in the instant the soft laugh fell—just five steps?

Just relying on those five steps, with a speed faster than the burst at the start, she broke the progress she had just equalized.

She is accelerating.

That is natural.

Everyone here is accelerating.

On this final stretch of the track, everyone's innate skills mixed with the glow of one or two remaining goddess skills from the three goddesses, displayed on this dim runway without sunlight, only rain curtains.

But even so!

Those white formulas reflecting brilliance also spread forward from the ground, from the air, from beneath the brown-haired figure's feet, at an even faster speed.

And it made that figure's steps reach the front even faster.

It was completely just an instant.

Those five steps, not even Meipu Bopang and Aimu Zhiji could catch up.

After those five steps where faint red light mixed with orange light burst forth together, she saw the speed that she could not catch up to despite her relentless pursuit, a speed that could almost make all the horse girls behind on the track feel despair.

That was the second time.

They experienced this feeling for the second time, stemming from the first time they realized their skill was inferior and took a risky gamble; now they begin to realize it.

They realized that even if they took a risky gamble, even if they used despicable methods that would be blamed no matter what, the gap remained unreachable, impossible to explain with any reason or excuse.

Just like a towering iron curtain erected directly before them, making them feel awe and dread, while also making them realize the wail brought by their legs moving in unison with their whole body.

Too much, overestimating myself……

Running, is it really this painful?

I have never felt so hard to step with both feet, nor have I ever thought I would dislike running this much.

Wanting to stop here, yet not daring to discard everything accumulated with the trainer so far, I can only fall into that distance of merely a few hundred meters, which feels like an extraordinarily long torment.

How could…

They, how… can… be so fast……

The so‑called genius who sees a world unlike anyone else, who never gives up like the Flame Swift Horse, and who, amidst that crazy surge, flawlessly guided the four horse girls—including himself—like a machine, the very embodiment of rationality.

Yes that's line 57. So line 57 does not contain the place names; those appear in line 58? Let's check line 58:

Surpassing Senlinbaoxue, they could not even catch up to Mancheng Chazuo, whose double-form running, one before and one after, had almost caught up to the purplish-black silhouette ahead and merged with it.

Half a horse length.

But it was just a half horse length distance, which she maintained with considerable stability, only fluctuating slightly up and down, and compared to Meipu Bopang's exquisite and steady stride, it seemed more like she had calculated Mancheng Chazuo's current limit while also carefully managing her own soon-to-be-exhausted stamina reserves.

This is almost impossible.

Because a race involves so many variables, even if you can anticipate other horse girls' targeting, you cannot gauge the bias in their actual targeting—namely, how many red skills each player uses and their share of consumption—let alone factor in everyone's on-the-spot performance fluctuations, which would entail enormous computational cost, making accurate calculation even harder.

So, in the final round of the Jidong Derby on the Saichang, luck matters more than calculation.

——After countless years of everyone being so accustomed to this, Ailisuzhi demonstrated to all the competitors and spectators a possibility they dared not imagine through her actual performance.

What is madness?

That is an incomprehensible realm.

It is the violent words bestowed upon the shackles that challenge common sense.

At this moment, Ailisuzhi is challenging that common sense.

She is demonstrating a fully prepared, flawlessly calculating person who needs no uncertain on-the-spot burst, and also the miracle that relies on lucky favor.

She only needs to lengthen her stride and increase her step frequency.

She only needs to adjust her condition and sprint with all her might.

She only needs to release her skill and eliminate hidden dangers.

No need for ferocious roars, self-destructive steps, precise self-control, or burgeoning desire.

She won't even glance sideways; she will only look ahead at the competitors, shifting her gaze when they fall behind.

She refocuses ahead, recalculates the distance, readjusts her plan.

Then she steps forward.

No need to dig up the soil, nor has she ever shaken the earth.

Steady and moderate, it has a touch more steadiness than black steps, yet a touch more lightness than blue steps.

The figure, sleeves white and coat white, bears a smile never taken off from beginning to end, as if victory is in hand, yet as if mocking all, stepping in a stride that leaves no second possibility.

She reaches the finish line.