Uma Musume: From Being Knocked Ten Meters Away

Chapter 213 The Final Glory of the Classic Triple Crown

Kitajima Saburo and Yasui Makoto, the two people who were completely concerned about Northern Xuanju, had already fallen into extreme tension and excitement, and had completely lost their usual composure.

Kitajima Saburo stomped his feet as if he was decades younger and shouted incomplete words at the top of his lungs.

Yasui Shinzo's face flushed red, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, and his eyes widened, as if he wanted to use his eyes to pave a path to victory for Northern Xuanju.

On the runway.

Indomitable True Steel felt that his body was like a crumbling building. Every inch of his muscles groaned under the heavy pressure of fatigue, as if it would collapse in the next second.

Her breathing was rapid and heavy, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

Sweat flowed like a broken dam, rushing down her cheeks and directly into her eyes, stinging her eyeballs and causing pain.

But her resolute look never wavered, and she tried her best to keep her eyes wide open.

As she stared at the figure so close in front of her, her eyes were filled with determination and passion.

An indescribable shudder rose from her spine and quickly spread throughout her body.

It is the excitement that surges from the depths of the soul when facing a strong opponent, like facing a towering mountain in a storm, with blood boiling at the thought of being able to compete with it.

What she wanted was to be able to face off and have a fierce collision with Northern Xuanju on this final straight line in this peak showdown that would determine the title of the strongest of the generation.

Only in this way can she fully enjoy the extreme tension and excitement, savoring every muscle aches and every difficult breath.

All of this has become an indispensable part of this feast.

Ming Sheng Lei Dong was injured, Satomi Crown withdrew from the competition, Satomi Pentium was clearly hesitant before the game, and other opponents were also entangled in one way or another...

She doesn't care who her opponent is.

I just want to know that at this point in the Classic Triple Crown, is Northern Black Horse the only one left who can have a satisfying duel with me?

Before the game, she thought it should be like this.

Because whether it was the time she met Ming Sheng Lei Dong in the gym, or the time she accidentally talked with Satomi Huangguan and the others later, she discovered one thing.

It seems that the opponents they value most are all Northern Black Horse.

She actually takes it very seriously and she was looking forward to this kind of confrontation before the game.

But when she discovered that Northern Xuanju was surrounded, she almost thought she couldn't feel it.

It's not arrogance, but she knows very well that without too many obstacles, there are probably not many opponents other than Northern Xuanju who can resist her.

Not even the Northern Black Horse can.

But now she realized she was wrong.

Not only did he break out brilliantly and grab the leading position, he also firmly controlled the overall rhythm until now.

Even though his breathing was heavy, his steps were dull, and his arms were not swinging smoothly, he was still stuck in front of him, not giving him any chance.

But if you don’t give me a chance… so what?

What I want is a thrilling game, but that doesn’t mean that’s all.

The joy of competition, the glory of being a champion, the title of the strongest of all time...

She wants them all!

There was only one obstacle standing in the way of all this. Since this obstacle was not going to give me a chance, then...

Create your own opportunities!!

"That's it……"

She murmured to herself in her heart, her voice trembling slightly with excitement and fatigue:
“This is the game I want…

"Luckily you didn't run away like them...

“But you…

"Don't even think about running away like this!

"Northern Black Horse!!"

She roared uncontrollably with the last sound.

His chest heaved violently, his entire body's strength concentrated in his legs, as if he was ready to crush the very earth. His muscles were taut as strings, his blood vessels bulged beneath his skin, and every inch of his flesh radiated with a fiery fighting spirit.

With a low roar, she exerted force on her feet and her speed soared instantly, as if she wanted to tear everything in front of her apart. With the momentum of burning her boats, she rushed towards the Northern Xuanju with all her strength.

She tried to surpass everyone in one fell swoop, to take the glory of the championship and everything into her arms.

However, at the moment she exerted her strength, an even more terrifying aura rushed towards her.

Unyielding Truesteel's eyes widened in shock.

She saw the body of the Northern Black Horse sink slightly, its hind legs sinking deeply, and then it burst out with amazing power like an awakened ancient beast.

His legs, which had been so heavy that they looked as if they were filled with lead, became swift again.

The swing amplitude of the arms, which was originally a little out of shape, increased and the frequency increased.

His breathing became rapid and powerful, and every inhale seemed to suck all the air around him into his body, while every exhale brought out a heart-shaking roar.

actually……

Still had this much energy at this moment?! This kind of outburst?! She...

A monster?! !
The Indomitable Real Steel was stunned.

Just like a drowning person breathing air again, Beibu Xuanju inexplicably felt his body filled with new strength.

No, not a new power.

It was the almost harsh and excessive training that was repeated during the training period.

It is the sweat that has been shed on the track in the early morning when the first ray of sunshine has not yet completely dispelled the coolness of the night.

It is a series of all-out sprints, repeated collapse to the ground in exhaustion, but repeated struggle to get up and continue to the next round of challenges.

It was the patient gazes and encouraging words of Yasui Makoto and his predecessors.

It’s every muscle ache, every shortness of breath, and every effort in every game.

I didn't relax at all the day before the chrysanthemum viewing, or even in the morning. I was still running on the training ground, constantly familiarizing myself with every ups and downs, every bend, and every straight line on the track.

It was at this moment that all the past scenes were twisted into a thin, taut string.

At one end of the string, I was tied to myself, who was at the end of my life and almost exhausted.

On the other end, the connection is close yet far away.

Under the pull of that invisible string, Beifang Xuanju felt as if the blood in his body was ignited.

The boiling blood assaulted her senses, making it increasingly difficult for her to see the end.

Only that thin line of white light swayed in the blurred vision, but it was imprinted in her heart very clearly.

At this moment, she had fallen into a state of complete unconsciousness. All her actions were instinctive and came from the purest desire for victory deep in her heart.

Her legs seemed to have broken free from the shackles of fatigue, alternating at an astonishing frequency.

His steps, which had been somewhat slow due to lack of strength, were now as fast as a storm.

Sweat poured down from her forehead, cheeks, and neck, soaking her victory suit and sparkling in the sunlight.

But she was completely unaware of this and was only focused on running towards the white light.

Unyielding Real Steel looked at the figure that exploded like an arrow, his eyes filled with shock and unwillingness.

She had never thought that in such a tired state, the Northern Black Horse could still burst out with such terrifying power.

She was still trying desperately to catch up, but the distance between her and Northern Black Horse was widened in the recent outburst.

In just a split second, she watched the figure in front of her cross the finish line like a flash of black lightning, ahead of her.

At the same time, the commentator's hoarse shouting instantly cut through the clamor of the stadium:
“Cross the finish line—!!

“First place across the finish line!!

"The winner of this year's Classic Triple Crown is... Northern Black Horse——!"

(End of this chapter)