Chapter 1662: NO. 277: Morrison: What Encrypted Call?

NO. 277: Morrison: What encrypted call?

It's natural to be fixated on your own goals, but while you hold an advantage, please don't forget the surrounding external threat.

——This saying has been heard, more or less, by all the athletes present.

After all, the horse girls who manage to set foot here usually reach an agreement with their trainers.

They often make the trainer understand their own goals.

And continuing to support her even after knowing her goal is exactly what a competent trainer should do.

At the same time, don't forget the warning.

The warning concerns the most vigilant aspect of this race.

It is not the emperor who should be before everyone's eyes, towering over all, nor the red sports car far ahead in seniority, once everyone's senior.

Nor is it the golden tyrant who, two years ago, crushed everything and earned the brutal nickname "Pot-Taking Tyrant".

Even the hegemon who specially came to provoke everyone is merely an earthly authority not far from the emperor.

But what about Dazhenhan?

Her seniority isn't exactly old, but at the same time, her career isn't exactly recent either.

As the elder sister respected even by noble ladies, she not only has an astonishing record, but also possesses the 'youth' belonging to the Dream Cup concept, still ungraduated.

Even though in her daily interviews she only talks about studying and coursework, as if she were wholly devoted to preparing materials for imminent graduation, everyone still labels her with an unknown extreme-danger tag.

Because the emperor, the car, the tyrant, and the hegemon are merely ground-bound existences, whereas Dazhenhan is an existence that has opened up the sky.

When you study her highly individualistic running form, you'll feel she isn't running on the ground but flying.

That extremely large arm swing, that whole forward-leaning motion as if to lie flat on the ground, relies entirely on her terrifyingly flexible waist to keep the center of gravity in an extremely dangerous position.

It seems that the slightest disturbance would cause her to stall, losing balance at dangerous speed and resulting in an accident.

Such a running form has vanished for years; even in the race where Sai Luo initially won, Aomo couldn't see again that striking final stride that leaves a deep impression, as if her peak period has truly passed, and her slender waist can no longer bear the former might.

But……

Is it really impossible to see?

"Seeing each other again, seeing each other again! The unyielding Dazhenhan! At the very end of the last turn just before entering the final stretch! She stepped out with those fantastical steps that will not be disturbed!!"

——

In the Holy Terra Federation, 'fantasy' is a loanword, which is easy to understand, given that its predecessor was a source-energy civilization, and their visions for the future development of source energy had no use for such terminology.

Even later, when aliens and time-travelers brought another energy system's technological development route and called it the ancient term 'technology,' making technology all the rage and spreading at an extraordinary speed to become a tech tree running parallel to source-energy technology, it merely allowed 'sci-fi' creations to leave a mark; as for fantasy……

This federation's nonfiction literature looks quite fantastical to the time-travelers.

The value of being able to openly write various magic, sword techniques, and incantations into history books destined that the federation's majority of long-standing competitive sports would be filled with participation of extraordinary abilities, while also being highly visually striking!

However, history is a cycle.

When the competitive spectacle's inward intensification grows ever higher and the style of smothering faces with effects becomes ever more extreme, a series of events arose that return to simplicity in effects, favoring heavy brick‑flying over chaotic effect‑scattering, plain athletic competitions.

The horse‑girl‑style horse racing that emerged from the Boundary Gate Zone precisely rode the wind of this era's trend, enabling it to easily suppress and cover the original horse‑racing sport while developing leaps and bounds into a major representative event of the entire Holy Terra Federation.

Of course, the source‑energy element remains.

However, as girls born to run, constructed by the Three Goddesses' matchmaking, they naturally cultivate the source energy of the Three Goddesses system.

And at the same time, they also possess the 'plainness' that ought to ride the wave of the era.

——Aside from their innate skills, every technique of the Three Goddesses system has no flashy nonsense, let alone light pollution.

It merely corresponds to a flash of three colors: blue for stamina recovery, orange for speed boost, red for interference hindrance.

And that green glow—a passive related to the five dimensions of speed, stamina, strength, will, and intellect—usually manifests only at the moment training is completed.

In other words, you hardly ever see it appear on the field.

Blue, orange, yellow, and the colors and scenery of each innate skill—these are all the visual light and shadow that can be displayed in a horse race.

Being striking yet not glaring, it can be easily recognized by both the naked eye and mechanical eye, which in turn facilitates the field system's identification display, causing each race's projection sidebar to flash successive horse‑girl avatars followed by skill names, making it easy for the audience to understand and for commentators and hosts to identify.

But this convenience isn't truly perfect, because in the Ancient Horse Year's races you often see ultra‑fast and ultra‑many skill stacks.

After all, mastery of knowledge has inertia.

The more basic knowledge you master, the faster you can learn and even branch out into related skills; only those skills aiming higher, toward the peak, will as always become your bottleneck, the part that continually challenges you.

But that doesn't prevent you from still mastering a large number of basic skills, becoming the merciless skill engine of the Ancient Horse races.

With twenty or more skills on hand, even if a portion gets stuck due to missing activation conditions, the horse‑girls ranked 17th to 19th often burst forth with power at a relatively unified moment——

——causing your screen's side to flip several pages in just a few seconds!

Just like right now.

【Forward Courage】

【Arc Artist】

【Momentum Like a Rainbow】

【Tail Leaping Dragon Gate】

【To, Leading Hesitation】

【Divine Speed】

【Speed Glutton】

【I'll Take My Leave First】

... Three seconds have passed, yet it hasn't stopped.

For professional commentators and hosts who specialize in certain prosthetic enhancements or magical potion boosts, the continually updating skill count is merely a minor issue.

But the audience may not necessarily have such preparation.

Although those who can rush to the venue to watch are always synonymous with purity, there are also ordinary fans who reach here through wealth and connections, after all this match is the Dream Cup.

It is the Dream Cup, whose competition scale and promotional intensity are exaggerated to the point that even outsiders have to comment on it.

You can see insiders here and also find outsiders, and even among insiders there are differences in purity. Some people are capable and perceptive, overwhelming in every way; others' purity merely means they're grateful just to make it to the scene, not daring to hope for anything more.

So when this scene appeared, even the Beast King couldn't help but turn his gaze toward the magnificent raptor with flashing wings descending.

"Who has the advantage now?"

"Can he tell?"

Yes, there's also a neglectful adoptive father who doubts his adopted son.

His negligence even allowed that pocket‑sized Margarasa to glance at him, and he immediately said to the Beast King: "Anyway, it won't be the Gechengwangpai you're worried about; that one's reaction hasn't even left the plan's scope yet."

"What? You even have a plan for horse racing?"

Morrison, suspended in mid‑air by projection, looked stunned.

"Before, you were only studying how those horse girls run; now you've developed to calculating the Saichang?"

"If you're capable, why not do it? How many trainers do you think would hide things at a time like this?"

"But what about Dazhenhan?"

Suddenly, the Beast King blurted out a name that had nothing to do with Ultraman.

The pair of eye holes on the helmet also gazed ahead at the tiny figure that had suddenly rushed to the front, revealing no emotion.

"Can your horse girls beat her?"

"Do you want to hear that you can, or that you can't?"

"…I want to hear the facts."

"What I've worked out is an ideal, not the facts."

"So, what percentage?"

"Seventy percent."

"Who?"

"Who are you expecting?"

"…"

The Beast King didn't answer right away; he just kept staring at the distant team on the track, and only after two seconds did he say:

"A stranger who's starting to feel familiar."