Chapter 395: NO.158 Generally speaking, those who can have this positioning are other horse girls, right?

Summer rain can simply be divided into two types.

Pouring rain and drizzle—the former may still lower the temperature a little, while the latter is merely a spiritual solace.

It can even be said to be a kind of torment.

The not‑so‑cool drizzle falls on the grass, even bringing warmth; the sensation of it splashing onto the legs together with mud has nothing to do with comfort.

Whether it's the roaring Amazon torrents and the monster unafraid of darkness, or the once‑popular Western ruler, none of them care about these.

They have rich track experience, having challenged countless harsh courses, and their careers are all trending toward completeness.

Just that midsummer light rain, yet it still falls short a bit.

And a certain demon person obviously cares even less about this.

That ferocious, sturdy scale armor wouldn't even yield when truly facing scorching lava, let alone with the Haipa Airei King's extreme speed added.

Its posture is like a silver‑winged ominous star that sweeps away everything.

Except, it's on the ground.

The demon bound to the earth by competition rules does not show weakness because of it; on the contrary, being on the ground actually allows its posture to display even greater madness and violence.

Visible to the naked eye, the water curtain is at an almost sharp angle.

The grass, as if rolled over by a road‑roller, is leveled to utter flatness.

And those claw prints, marked with black traces and white mist, are dense and deeply sunk.

One can see how high the surface temperature is at this moment.

Merely the hot rain and such—he feels nothing at all; those things vaporize the instant they touch him.

Even so, he is not the most eye‑catching presence.

That Narita Hakujin, shrouded in shadows yet shattering them with a direct impact, making the grass tremble and sink, while also spreading dissipating shadows that cover the surroundings and transmit shockwaves, is far more imposing.

Although the dissipating shadows show no hindrance on Aomo, it is undeniable that the speeding silver light‑shadow is constantly being pulled away from the figure in the cherry‑colored decisive outfit.

From half a horse length, to one horse length, then to two horse lengths.

From the corner, the skill advantage shown by source energy and physical prowess is being overtaken in plain sight by the horse girl continually displaying brilliance on her person.

【Arc Professor】

【Curve Sommelier】

【Escape】

【Raise Tail】

【Vanguard's Insight】

... a series located under the Three Goddesses Source Energy Skill Tree, those skill names truly tailor‑made for competition and horse girls, are being triggered one after another, demonstrating the extraordinary advantage of specialization.

Surpassed…… passed…… that figure!

Ever since that silver‑and‑black intertwined figure overtook me in front of the teaching building, it has long been hard to forget.

Even when facing the person involved, in order not to annoy them and to avoid them deliberately, she does her best to keep a steady pace, yet how many nights has she dreamed of such a ferocious, terrifying figure?

Not for its appearance, but for the reality of herself being overtaken by a generation of trainers.

Careless?

Underestimated?

No, I indeed wanted to block that Dazhenhan's reflection, and it was precisely when my vision was filled with that figure that the intimidating aura instead overcame me.

It is truly hard to forget, truly hard to ignore; as a Triple Crown horse girl who had achieved fame and success, preparing to retire at the end of her career, she was actually surpassed by such an outsider's posture.

Even the shadows swirling at her side seemed to sense her wavering, from which seeped in a hard‑to‑voice timidity.

So she demanded a rematch.

She is well aware of how absurd this request looks to outsiders.

Horse girls looking for trainers to race against sound like a joke, or perhaps a newer form of bullying.

But it is indeed an obvious thorn, lodged in the heart of the monster unafraid of darkness, reigniting her training fervor from the start of her career when strong enemies surrounded her.

After the shadow sealed by the bandage on her nose bridge, she wants to truly overcome that undeserved new obstacle.

It's fine even if the competition isn't yet approved.

She isn't in a hurry either.

She wants to regain her form for that genuine preparation; for this she even specifically contacted Amazon, letting that opponent with astonishing industry prepare those facilities for her.

She tempered her spirit, trained her body, studied her skills, until breaking through the existing framework, and then welcomed the surprise Amazon brought her.

He has arrived.

Still the familiar posture, that which can alter the shadows swirling at her side, letting in a semblance of new fear.

Slender and ferocious, immensely powerful and sharp, yet like a metal sculpture it is solemn and austere.

That posture, in countless dreams, was even more demonized, causing her to wake up numerous times drenched in sweat, and even more, her older sister pushed the door open, turned on the light, asking what happened, why she heard intense pedaling sounds from her room.

She did not directly answer that question.

She just shook her head, saying it's nothing, just a bad dream.

But such dreams are not just a one‑off; it's just that they don't always manage to wake her older sister.

And the opponent in those dreams always undergoes varying degrees of change.

Increasingly ferocious and dignified, compared to the president's occasional emperor‑like aura on Saichang, that dream figure is even more oppressive, worthy of the title of Demon King.

It is precisely during such days of daily special training that, now standing on this Saichang extremely close to reality, I can see the opponent's appearance again, only to realize that the opponent actually looks like this.

Compared to the monster in the dream, the real opponent is actually somewhat ordinary.

But the shadows are trembling, and my own heart is pounding.

That oppression is just like that day, even greater than before, even surpassing the dream's posture.

It's him!

Exactly!

That figure that made one's heart pound violently.

Just by looking at the opponent, that restless urge to run flows endlessly!

At this very moment, the limit known as speed is being broken through one after another!

Various skills and astonishing stamina all erupt now, bursting forth in the hot blood pumping through the whole body!

It feels as if returning to the state when receiving blessings before those three goddess statues, and as if returning to the moment when one won the Triple Crown, power filling the self.

At this moment, like shattered light flames, they also burst forth from the pupils.

One step, and the lingering shadows beneath her feet are thoroughly shattered!

The monster from years ago is reviving; the Lihmazon behind her can clearly feel this.

That streak of black seemed to run, shaking off everything, and stubbornly produced the momentum of an escape horse, relying solely on that posture of constant acceleration yet showing no decline.

That was the ghost‑like posture spoken of back then.

That was a ferocious momentum that made competitors on the same track fear to the point of abandoning the track.

The fierce, lone wolf returns at this moment, just as the opponent was once introduced and evaluated in the Arima Memorial:

Only running and slashing, until the day of quenching thirst.

She is delighted by this, for that variety of skill and stamina has never been solely the patent of Chéngtián Báirén.

【Solo showdown! White‑hot!】/タイマン！デッドヒート

The Amazon's surging waves are roaring, from its side, from its rear, as if truly the rolling waves of the rainforest are sweeping in, firmly locking onto that fluttering black hair charging to the fore.

The so‑called chase horse never needs to set the pace; quite the contrary, she waits for others' pace, then follows it.

Then wait for the chance, surpass the opponent's pace!

Just as her skill name says, she only needs to duel the strongest one.

Wow, several groups are releasing new Xīntiáo Qàn movie version images; is this the result of the collaboration with Azur Lane? Amazing growth potential.

And…… the author considered letting heavy artillery let Báirén regain his condition, then after taking a look……

emmm… Maya of the junior high section might as well be put off until later.