Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 170 The Stage Called the Golden Generation

When just coming out of the corner, there was no need to look back. Just by listening to the noise, Qingyun Tiankong knew that something was wrong.

She is well aware of her own abilities.

Her friend from the same episode is also a strong rival. In terms of speed, endurance, and strength, she is not the strongest in any aspect.

If I have to say something commendable, it's probably just that his brain is a little bit more useful.

In many previous competitions, she was able to predict possible situations in advance, and her predictions were always almost accurate.

However, what is unpredictable is winning or losing.

The same was true for this match. She had reviewed every past encounter and every match between her and Te Bie Zhou and the others, and thought about it for a long time. She also discussed it with her trainer from that time for a long time before deciding on the current strategy.

Is it effective? As of the last second, it is indeed effective.

But now it's obviously ineffective.

She thought that Te Bie Zhou and Cao Shangfei would most likely get into a fight because of their inexplicable game status, but she didn't expect that they could rush up while fighting.

The 5-length lead she had once held seemed fake. Just as she entered the straight line, she caught a glimpse of two people behind her rushing towards her like lightning.

Their figures enlarged in the blink of an eye, and their originally clear outlines became blurred due to their rapid approach, like two rolling dark clouds that could swallow her up at any time.

The rapid breathing and heavy footsteps coming from my ears became clearer and clearer.

In particular, Zhou's breathing was a little rapid, and each exhalation was accompanied by a low roar. He had completely lost his usual silly look and looked quite scary, as if he had been hungry for many days.

Cao Shangfei's footsteps became heavier, and each step on the ground was like a war drum, hitting his heart hard, as if he was going to chop at him with a terrible thing like a naginata in the next second.

The runway under her feet turned into a huge drumhead, vibrating with every breath and step of the person behind her, transmitting to her whole body the strength of the pursuit from behind.

If that were all, it would be fine.

In his peripheral vision, Qingyun Tiankong not only caught sight of Bie Te Zhou and Cao Shang Fei.

Having been trapped in the fight between the two opponents, at the moment when the curve and the straight line intersected, the Condor, with eyes sharp enough to penetrate the air, seized the fleeting opportunity and suddenly cut inward.

The whole posture is just like the name, as if it is an eagle swooping down from the sky to hunt its prey, with a fierce aura all over its body.

It was like a strong bow that had been taut for a long time, waiting for the opportunity to shoot, and when it found that the prey was slacking off, it shot out with unparalleled speed.

For a moment, Qingyun Tiankong felt as if the air behind him was torn open by this opponent.

The wind that came from behind her was so powerful that she could feel the airflow on her skin changing rapidly.

A cool feeling came down my back, but it also brought with it a kind of extremely passionate heat.

She couldn't help but shiver all over as she felt the alternation between hot and cold, and scenes from her time in the academy flashed through her mind.

At that time, they also went to and from school, and trained and competed again and again with this kind of rapid breathing, dull footsteps, and the salty smell mixed with sweat.

Feeling all this again at this moment, she seemed to be back in the arena.

Alas, time and time again...

I just want to run around leisurely, I don't want to fight with you guys...

That's weird.

The memories, along with the emotion, vanished in an instant. My peripheral vision caught sight of the approaching figure behind me, my ears throbbing with the sounds that pounded my heart.

Qingyun Tiankong's teeth felt slightly numb, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

"We're so familiar with each other, what's with all this leisurely talk and no rush... You all knew I was joking, didn't you?"

She growled, the thought of maintaining the lead at all costs and seeing who would have the last laugh kept surging in her mind. She gritted her teeth again, and her gradually tired arms and legs regained strength.

"As expected, they caught up! As expected, they caught up!"

The commentary echoing from the radio seemed to carry the restlessness of applause:
"On the final straight, with 400 meters left, the Condor...had caught up!
"Qingyun Tiankong, which was once 5 lengths ahead, now has a lead of less than 2 lengths, followed by Shenying, Tebi Zhou and Cao Shang Fei!

“But Qingyun Tiankong is still trying hard to resist the attack from the rear!
"Meanwhile! Further back!
"Amazing judgment! Holy King Halo!

"We had been blocked from moving forward by Phalaenopsis and Erimo, but Golden Journey moved diagonally inwards, forcing the two players to reposition!
"It was during this gap! The Holy King's Halo caught up along the path opened by the Condor!
"Mejiro Dober was a little slower, but he also followed closely behind the Holy King's Halo!
"300 meters! But on the outside!

"Tai Kanefurai's judgment is equally accurate. She has taken the position previously occupied by the Golden Journey, and now she and Mejiro Mitsuaki are pursuing from the outer side!
"In front is the blue sky!

"On the inside are Condor, Special Zhou and Kusanagi Fei chasing closely! Holy King Halo and Mejiro Dober are following closely behind!

"On the outside are Taikan Fukurai and Mejiro Guangming, who are determined to arrest the Qingyuntiankong who escaped at the beginning of the game!
"Only 200 meters remain, this fantastic Dream Cup is about to end, but...

"This is the stage called the Golden Generation!"

The stands were already filled with spectators, their fanatical gazes closely following the fast-paced figures on the field, their high-pitched and passionate voices pouring out all their enthusiasm.

On the track, the horse racing ladies running at high speed gradually blocked out the perception of the outside world and immersed themselves in their own speed.

Especially Zhou's peripheral vision stayed on his side.

Cao Shangfei was like a shadow that could not be shaken off, as if he had been clinging to her since they met.

It was the same at this moment. The pace of their steps was almost the same, and they could even feel each other's breath between breaths.

Her eyes were fixed on the front.

Qingyun Tiankong still had some energy left, and she finally understood the plan of her good friend and rival. It was not the same strategy she had used in the chrysanthemum appreciation competition in the past, but it was a familiar and difficult one.

The eagle's pursuit was too familiar. Its sharpness and power made her feel like a sheep in the wilderness, being swept away by a lightning-like shadow in an instant.

But the difficulty and illusion only lasted for a moment.

The next moment, her lips formed a stubborn line, and her steps seemed to be about to trample through the entire runway.

She tried her best to squeeze out every bit of strength in her body and sprint towards the finish line that was getting closer and closer.

Saint King Halo looked at the opponents in front of him who he had fought many times on the field, and the unwillingness and stubbornness of never admitting defeat in the past surged into his heart.

Being of the same generation, they are like stars shining in the sky, always radiating light ahead.

It was as if I had been chasing in the darkness, until I finally caught up with the glory that belonged to me.

But at this moment, she seemed to see the dawn again. She felt like a sword drawn from its sheath, ready to cut off all obstacles in front of her and return to her own place of glory.

Dai Jianfulai firmly believed that the goddess of fate was favoring her. The oblique journey of the golden journey allowed her to obtain a valuable position. She felt that this was the arrangement of fate and that the goddess of fate was smiling at her.

And in the perception of Mubai Guangming, he was like a tram running on the track, isolated from all the noise, immersed in his own rhythm, silently exerting his strength, and rushing towards the finish line.

(End of this chapter)