Chapter 496: NO．79: He probably just knows how to do it

NO．79: He probably just knows how to do it.

Although in a competition where only first place exists and there is no second, giving one's all is the utmost respect, but Aomo still does not want her to use that skill in the OP competition.

It's not because he's worried about information leakage; after all, Bo Fang's match videos are easy to find, and her own popularity makes it hard to hide any secret weapon.

Moreover, her talent skill only reaches full potential when paired with the decisive outfit; without it……

The problem lies in this 'without the decisive outfit' premise.

Generally speaking, a horse girl's talent skill is an ability she is born with.

It is different from skills acquired through training; it is an innate talent.

Furthermore, it is directly related to that horse girl's running style, and even her original intention to run.

Just like Chazuo's talent skill: chasing after you, following your form.

Pursuit is her talent, and pursuing that swift and fierce figure is her original intention to run.

On the road of pursuing her opponent, she can become more focused and fervent, entering the realm of speed, and will erupt with a spirit‑lowering aura that ordinary people cannot withstand.

By comparison, Me Pu Bo Fang's talent skill is: G001st. F∞;.

This name, reminiscent of automatic programming on a CNC machine, represents not only the locking onto the first place's strike, but also the ultimate result achieved through her mechanical training.

Its name is: Limit Release.

In both body‑forging and source‑energy cultivation there exists a theory: the human body has limits.

Horse girls are no exception.

As long as you break that limit, you can surpass the usual limits.

As long as you are willing to bear the consequences of breaking those shackles.

In fact, the principle of this skill is almost identical to the flow state (Zone) passed among top‑tier horse girls.

When releasing the 'demon' in your heart, it also drains your body.

You could even say it is a perfect substitute for being unable to enter the flow state, so Me Pu Bo Fang not having grasped that concentration is no problem.

But what if…… she has already entered that state, and then activates this skill?

"So fast! Even faster! Me Pu Bo Fang is still accelerating!"

The distinctive light flowing in the eyes under the flow state has all been woven into a bundle of light by mingling cyan‑blue currents, and the horse girls behind her awaken one by one from frenzy, cry out in awakening, and lose speed in their cries—Me Pu Bo Fang is still accelerating!

That step rang out with thunder‑like footfalls!

She shook off the distant despair behind her.

"It's practically a violent machine! No trace of fatigue, no trace of mercy!"

Me Pu Bo Fang knows this well.

She wanted to prove she was not inferior to Manchester Chazuo; this choice could have been extremely simple.

Because the two are not on the same level.

Although their ages are hardly different, on the track she is the senior and Chazuo the junior.

Training time and match experience are incomparable.

Thus her being stronger than Chazuo is a matter of course.

But what she seeks to win is the shock that comes from the competition itself.

This raises the difficulty of the confrontation to an entirely new height.

She lacks the opponent's awe‑inspiring aura, and has none of those vague spiritual confrontations.

All she has is speed.

It is the speed she once displayed at the prefectural racetrack, and the tranquil will to perfectly maintain her running form and rhythm after locking onto victory.

Can pure speed also bring shock?

The answer to this question is far away in the heavens, yet near at hand.

Just minutes ago, before saying goodbye to the trainer in the changing room, she rubbed her phone that no longer suddenly malfunctioned and dialed that number.

That crimson figure she had seen the day before was itself the best answer……

"Me Pu Bo Fang! One move to the finish line! Winning by a margin of thirty‑two horse lengths!"

"Mr. Wen, this result……"

——

"Yeah! Thirty‑two horse lengths! A thirty‑two horse‑length lead!"

In front of the beverage shop, a certain Meite Long alien sprang to his feet, his appearance and shout making it hard not to suspect he had bought a horse ticket.

If someone had not reopened the sound‑proof barrier, then just from that voice the busy Pite aliens in the shop would have rushed out to ask what happened.

Honestly speaking, the odds for this OP‑level competition are not very high.

What's more, this edition has no second horse girl who stands out in any special way.

So the young man sitting opposite him is very calm, even holding a cup of coffee.

But in the very next second, the youth's brow slightly furrowed.

Because he suddenly received a short message from Wanshan Siji:

{Trainer Lin Dun! When can we run a lap together, big sis? The car is all ready! }

These words evoke a somewhat uneasy illusion, and there is more than one version of this illusion.

Moreover, the timing of the message is somewhat subtle, giving him a feeling that it might be linked to Bo Fang's victory, yet also seems disconnected, creating an uncertain sense.

After hesitating a moment, he tentatively decided to delay.

Let's pretend he didn't see it——he thought, and closed the terminal message interface that lacks a 'read' indicator.

"Hmm, the environment of this match is excellent; those horse girls are just dragging each other down."

"High‑end opponents often show up as teammates~ But you're too calm! After all, it's the horse girl you're responsible for! I haven't seen results like this in years!"

"It's just a coincidence in an op-level tournament, like how it's easy to rack up damage achievements in low-tier matches, but there's hardly any chance in high-tier ones." Aomo said calmly, turning the note he'd gotten from the other party into data and sending it to the witch beast.

Then, relayed through the witch beast, it was sent to Hong Kai and Jie Si Ti Si (that super agent), Xiangyu Tuhao, and David's accounts.

Sounds troublesome, but for the witch it's just a matter of assigning a few more familiars.

And let me correct your first half— they aren't teammates, they can only be considered com— Aomo, who realized something mid-sentence, looked up at the Metron Star Person and asked, "Shall we talk business?"

Although his expression was hard to read on that face and I couldn't tell how to judge his gaze, he indeed felt the other was making eyes at him.

No rush, you can still go check out the victor's stage!" the Horse-girl Cooking Star Person suggested.

I'll go, but not right now.

Setting down his coffee, Aomo picked up his knife and fork to deal with the indeed non-toxic, additive-free Godela dessert.

It tasted no different from a pastry cake, just shaped like a somewhat shriveled planet.

It was inexplicably mundane, yet bore a bestseller label.

Perhaps because too many staff dream of drying out and destroying the Earth.

I looked at that note just now; although I have the personnel dispatch list, I lack the crucial location.

How could a location be that easy to come by!

As a technician, I could just ask them how they guarantee equipment safety, so as not to bother me again.

So you still remember what I just said about merits?

Ah, are you trying to expose yourself to me as a merit-gaining bitter ploy?" the Metron Star Person got excited again.

Even if a signed version had been promised, the seafood people's emotions hadn't completely dissipated.

But…

"Do you think that's realistic?" Aomo's cold gaze was like a bucket of cold water. "What script do you plan to use to make them believe that I, who won't be exposed, will silence them first?"

"I'm still pretty combat-capable, huh…" Shrinking back under the other's scrutinizing gaze, Tewei'er pulled back a bit.

Although there was no direct hostility, I still felt like I was about to be sliced into strips and eaten with dip.

I'll go apply for a few officers to assist; they happen to be the technicians over there, and you can use them to accumulate merits, gaining the right to speak, to ask even about related locations, to end your endless preparations that lack freedom and have no foreseeable conclusion.

From creating a new world to the invading army's replication, who knows how long it will take?

They didn't know; they only knew that, looking at it this way, invading the Terra Federation seemed feasible, so they stopped feeling anxious and confused. But compared to invading the federation, the Metron Star Person Tewei'er cared more about practical livelihood.

He just liked Earth's sunset.

It would be even better if there were horse-girls racing under the sunset.

At the end of a federal day, the police will deploy large forces—that's the intelligence I've shared with you.

Aomo braced his hands on the table and slowly rose.

But if you succeed first, we won't have to go that far; you'll receive a lighter judgment, and it won't affect your continued cooking of horse-girls.

He said that, glanced at the light screen showing the temporarily ended broadcast, stood up straight, and said: "All right, there are no players left on the field; I'm going to check out the victor's stage and at the same time contact you about 'merits'— you need to seize the opportunity."

Aomo walked up beside Tewei'er and patted his shoulder.

At the same time, several independent transparent eyeballs emerged from the corners of the nearby passages and then retracted.

From his hand it turned into that subtle monster card.

【Eye q】

It should be classified as a strange beast, and its outstanding ability lies in its special status as a little Geriza.

Conventional instruments struggle to identify it, much like the early blank in understanding spiritual bodies during technological development.

It is also extremely suitable for anti-surveillance.

After all, this place is full of strange aliens and their strange pets; a single eyeball isn't particularly odd.

Tewei'er nodded thoughtfully, which also made Aomo nod in satisfaction; as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly heard the other ask:

"... You're not even going to watch Ailisuzhi's match?"

"... Your heart isn't at all in the business, is it?" Aomo felt a long-lost fatigue.

The last time I felt this way was when the school held a cultural and sports performance, and the whole group slacked off on their presentation.

It must be mentioned that he was the group leader.

Of course not! I'm just confident enough about the business—believe my acting!

You said yesterday you couldn't act at all.

That was just two days ago! You've got your times mixed up—if I say so, you can do it if necessary! Once you can, could you take me to see the next match?

If you really can, then that's fine.