Chapter 396

It's not… you guys are dueling one-on-one, but could you not just slap me in passing?

Aomo, who held an overwhelming information advantage over the three horse girls present, could clearly see what skill was triggering the opponent's radiant, stone-shattering stance.

Then he had to watch as the opponent, closely following Bai Ren, surpassed him, and even the boulders shattered by the trampling came flying toward him.

Even the four-wing side thrusts were barely dodgeable; releasing spells while sprinting made it hard to consider coordinates and the splash affecting those right behind, so he simply chose to shatter with his body.

And then he complained to himself like that.

Lingya Masun obviously couldn't hear that sound.

She would only run even more energetically, sprinting in the middle of the final stretch!

Sprint to close the distance!

【Duel! White-hot!】

Unlike Narita Bai Ren's special training results that had already broken away from conventional triggering methods, he still honestly followed the source energy initiation ritual standard, able to use this source energy technique only when his team position was ≥50% in the first half of the final stretch, causing his whole body to be similarly wrapped in splendid colors while relentlessly pursuing!

Half a horse length, half a horse length apart, the surging waves behind seemed about to swallow the silhouette that had crushed the shadow, leaving only a hint of black and cherry color.

The silver wings of that sprint had already become mere accompaniment, and the one delivering the final blow again was the Canaan sovereign whose eyes flashed with light-flame thunder.

That is a domain, that is the 'ghost' locked in the horse girls' hearts; the front hoof was shown by Narita Bai Ren, the rear hoof also exploded on Tony Bianka's body, causing the white point in the demon's eye socket to tremble slightly, as if astonished, yet also resigned.

But no matter what, he had to witness that violence that surpassed violence itself.

Like a soldier or hunter, the horse girl in the triangular cap trampled as if kicking up substantial waves, like Moses parting the sea, splitting them apart!

And what split that wave was not mere will, but those legs.

Originally just a pacing junior, she now displayed an astonishing presence; at the very end of the final stretch, she showed the violent final kick capable of conquering the Takarazuka Kinen and breaking through thorns in the Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe!

With ferocity, with speed, surpassing the stride of the two Jidong seniors, with a cadence not losing to the waves! She charged from behind, drawing the purest visual impact!

As if taking off from flat ground, like a meteor, she passed Lingya Masun and went straight for the leading Narita Bai Ren.

Then, in those final five steps, they nearly crossed the finish line simultaneously!

Then two seconds later came Lingya Masun.

After that, three seconds later was Aomo Lindun.

Last place, whatever… Is it really necessary to mention? I'm just a trainer.

Aomo was somewhat speechless, gazing at the two who seemed to have fallen into a state of exhaustion, the champion and runner-up.

Milliseconds, a nose's difference, Narita Bai Ren was in perfect condition.

The former bent over, panting; the latter knelt down on one knee.

Then look not far to the other side, where the third-place finisher simply lay down on the damp grass, completely ignoring the network space simulation.

The fourth place, never remembered, was able to calmly dispel the demon transformation, and the card between his fingers reshaped from a flying-dragon-like posture into an upright pet-like form.

The aquatic overlord King Erie, according to some unknown statistics, is popular not only among the Piteans but also among female groups, making it a dangerous pet.

As for the Hyper King Erie… that is another dimension's division of dragon cancer.

If it were an aerial race, he felt he could still win steadily; the Hyper King Erie's aerial agility could match some of the Aos' traditional blue forms, letting him truly unleash the battle music of the Sky Comet Dragon.

But losing is losing; there's no point in making these excuses.

As a trainer who has never personally raced, it's not hard to accept being outrun by the horse girls.

Moreover, these three are not ordinary horse girls at all.

The track behind them, almost a wreck, is clear proof.

The intensity of G1 races is basically like that of a superpower sports manga, so the Saichang itself needs reinforcement from multiple sides, plus corresponding quality checks.

Running with this bunch is still quite stressful; only the demon form plus attached monster power can withstand the ordeal.

But there's no need to keep coming anyway; it's boring. jpg.

These guys all have source energy skill trees tailor-made for racing and for the horse girl race; pros beating amateurs, etc…

Aomo turned his head, looking at the distant automatically projected scoreboard, seeing his own finish time comparable to last time's Oak Tree Race champion, his expression somewhat wooden, he silently turned back.

Then, with an air of nothing having happened, he continued to think:

Knowledge from paper feels shallow after all, but putting it into practice is fine.

Having personally felt the conditions of the heavy track, his understanding of book knowledge deepened and he applied it to horse girl training; even at the trainer level, it's a big win.

Don't think about other miscellaneous things—just as he was thinking that, he heard someone call out: '…Aomo, are you not giving your all?'

Although the horse girls can somewhat bond through racing, your direct use of their name is still a bit hasty, and it doesn't conform to the Jidong tradition of being modest and polite…

Looking at the champion approaching with an air of questioning blame, Aomo was somewhat speechless.

"And… how did you change back?"

"Is it strange that I changed back? Why do you look so disappointed?"

"You… wouldn't also have such strange taste, would you?"

Aomo looked at this black-haired horse girl's hesitant, almost-speaking expression, feeling an inexplicable dread.

Because he saw in her a somewhat affected, coy attitude.

Narita Bai Ren… she isn't like that kind of horse girl, is she?

Miss Lone Wolf always can be associated with handsomeness and heroism.

On the folk-made encyclopedia, she's often rated as a 'handsome guy with chest', like a delinquent, often holding a twig in her mouth, with a nasal strip constantly on her nose bridge, as if she just got in a fight.

Someone like her should have nothing to do with being coy; if she ever were, it would only be in front of family like Miss Chen Guang.

So saying you ask me why I changed back with this attitude…

Aomo fell silent for a moment, then first turned his gaze away.

Leaving that topic aside, the horse girls' decisive outfits all have special materials, even using source energy enchantments to guarantee quality and comfort.

But the gullies and valleys full of water marks still inevitably invite imagination.

Especially with uneven breathing causing it to rise and fall slightly.

Compared to the high school division's girls, the university division's horse girls always make it easy to forget that they are still students.

"It's not that bad; if someone like me doesn't want to compete, they'd just forfeit more directly."

"Hmm… that's true, but I still feel you're holding back a bit."

"All right, let's move past the topic; winning or losing is more important, right?"

"The difference in physique between demons and horse girls may lie here," glimpsing the faintly visible witch beast not far away, Aomo's mouth twitched, "Compared to a race pushing near the limit, only an all-out battle with true combat significance can make me like you——emm I suggest you all log off and drink a cup of water."

A 1:1 scan-restored physique online competition feels so real it can often trick the body.

Although that's just an illusion, the body is precisely amazing in that it can be tricked by an illusion into revealing reality.

"Drinking water online works just as well." Saying that, she already tapped the light screen, and in an instant a cup of honey special drink appeared in Lingyamaxun's hand, letting Aomo slap a 'silly big sister' label on her.

You and your close rival—can't you even tell that the opponent's condition is weird?

Forget it, can't count on it.

Aomo, too, found it hard to get used to this strange atmosphere, cleared his throat, and continued:

"I guess I can't really advise you all to warm up either."

Shrugging shoulders helplessly, Aomo glanced at Tonybianka, who was equally soaked head to toe, even the spiral long hair called a 'Roman roll' drooping, and they looked pretty salty too.

"But since it's online, surely you can directly switch between wet and dry styles?"

"Ah, can't." Lingyamaxun said.

"?"

"You know, games with wetness effects don't usually have a manual wet/dry toggle; there's just a natural drying time."

"Who said that? Normally just changing clothes does the trick."

"All right, then I can only reluctantly admit I want a drink, so I'll log off first."

Noticing that Chengtian Bairen still wanted to say something, Aomo's trouble radar blared, and they immediately chose to shut down.

After reporting safe arrival home, the host and screen will probably be delivered in the afternoon, along with various miscellaneous daily necessities.

A thousand monthly votes should be reached soon, and the extra update will come later.