The way Uma Musume looks at me is so scary!

At the scene, Xiu Xingmeng's supporters were also cheering and shouting for her in their own ways. As her earliest fans, they had been suppressed by the tide of public opinion until now, and they had long wanted to openly raise their flags to support her.

Now they can finally release their long-suppressed emotions with cheers.

"Miss Mi Yu, what do you think?"

Xingyun Tiankong looked at Mi Yu sitting next to him with hopeful eyes and asked.

Compared to the older sisters I knew before, Mi Yu in front of me is definitely more authoritative. After all, she is a powerful racehorse girl who has won two G1 long-distance championships and turned the Black Assassin from a derogatory term to a praise.

Fujino Mark, who had been prepared to answer the question, twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly. They had known each other since the Chrysanthemum Appreciation. She knew that the other party was very supportive of the Dream of Embroidery Stars, so she deliberately made her explanations full of suspense to tease the other party.

But they unexpectedly failed today. However, there's nothing they can do about it, since Mi Yu is sitting next to them this time. She is far stronger than Fujino, Mark, and Wang's trio in both strength and reputation.

"Eh...me?"

Mi Yu seemed surprised that she would be regarded as a mentor by Xingyun Tiankong, but she quickly recovered and continued.

"I think Xingmeng's strategy is actually correct. The final straight line of the Emperor's Autumn Viewing is too disadvantageous for a great escape. A distance of more than 500 meters is enough to support many unexpected events."

"On the contrary, I think that a running style like the 'chasing the line' is very suitable for the Emperor to enjoy the autumn scenery. The reason is still the same, which is the final straight-line distance."

"The commentator's hesitation was mainly because Xingmeng had never shown any running style other than the Great Escape before, so he was a little worried."

Looking at the nebula sky, Mi Yu listened and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. After smiling, she continued.

“Hsing Meng has participated in far too few competitions. Apart from the Kobe Shimbun Cup, which was for the purpose of qualifying for the Chrysanthemum Award, and her debut match, she has only participated in two G1 events. In these two events, she achieved extremely dazzling victories by using escape tactics, which is why everyone thinks that she can only use escape tactics.”

"But I think that's not necessarily true..."

"She and I once stepped onto the same track. The clash between our domains was like the racehorses turning all of themselves into a collision of power. I could feel something in that."

Looking at the increasingly bright nebula sky before him, Mi Yu smiled and nodded to her before making his final judgment.

"I believe her too."

After gaining Mi Yu's approval, Nebula Sky immediately puffed out his chest and proudly raised his head towards Fujino, Mark, and the other two.

During the previous competitions, the group of girls had always poured cold water on Miss Xingmeng. Although Xingyun Tiankong was unhappy, she was not yet a fully established person and her words carried little weight. But now that Miss Miyu had clearly expressed her support for Miss Xingmeng, she naturally wanted to show off.

Seeing this, Fujino Mark could only shrug helplessly. It wasn't that they were deliberately trying to discourage him; that was just how things were. No one could have imagined that Xiuxingmeng would win the championship under such circumstances.

However, it was precisely because of this extraordinary ability that she was able to defeat the blindfolded monsters several times.

Thinking of this, Fujino Marko felt a pang of emotion.

A year ago, they were fighting tooth and nail to see who could challenge Narita Shirahito, who was then known as the strongest of their generation. But in the blink of an eye, a year later, Hidehoshi Yume, who was with them at the Kobe Shimbun Cup, has become someone they can never catch up with.

Even Narita Shirahito, who was regarded as a monster and suppressed for a generation, was defeated by Xiuxing Meng twice in a row.

Today marks their third showdown.

Fujino Mark was actually somewhat unwilling. After all, she was proud and had long regarded defeating Narita Shirahito as her goal. Now that she saw them writing one legendary story after another on the field, while she could only be a spectator, she was naturally unhappy.

As Uma Musume contestants of the same generation, their brilliance was almost completely overshadowed by those two.

But at the same time, she felt a sense of relief, a relief that she was in the same generation as the two of them and that she was able to step onto the same field with them. Even if she was just a footnote in the story, it gave Fujino Marko a sense of honor that he had personally participated in history.

Yes, at this moment she was certain that Narita Shirahito and Hidehoshi Yume, the two racehorse girls, were destined to be etched in history and become the two most dazzling stars in the sky.

And today's Emperor's autumn appreciation will surely leave a significant mark on history.

Fujino Mark was a little agitated by this thought, because unlike the 3,200-meter Emperor's Spring Viewing, the Emperor's Autumn Viewing was only 2,000 meters, which was almost a matter of a moment for such powerful racehorse girls.

Amidst their heated discussion, Xiu Xingmeng and Narita Shirohito had actually arrived at the final straight line.

In these final 500 meters, they will rewrite history in their own way with their victory.

Chapter 222 Only One Blade

Two kilometers is very short, and it is nothing compared to the Chrysanthemum Appreciation and the Emperor's Spring Appreciation that Xiuxingmeng had participated in before.

Two kilometers is a long distance, and for Xiu Xingmeng, whose endurance has been greatly reduced, it is almost an insurmountable chasm.

Logically speaking, even without the Challenger Badge, a B+ level endurance should be more than enough to run two kilometers.

Even before Xiu Xingmeng started training, she could easily run two kilometers by relying on her physical qualities as a racehorse girl.

However, the 2,000 meters on the track is different from the 2,000 meters in training. On the track, your opponents are also chasing the championship, and they will do their best to improve their speed for that glory.

To catch up with them, one must naturally increase one's speed to the same level as theirs.

The higher the level of the race, the more endurance is required, because racehorses are not just running; they are competing against rivals from all sides.

This is a battlefield, and under the current glory, no racehorse girl would willingly allow herself to be at a disadvantage.

The Emperor's Autumn Appreciation is precisely such a high-profile event.

As one of the eight major race walking events, every athlete who can step onto the Tokyo Racecourse today is a hero of his generation.

Even in the poetry drama, she fought her way up from thousands of enemies to stand here, and her ability to participate in G1-level events so frequently is enough to prove her strength.

In the fierce battle against these powerful racehorse girls, the 2,000-meter track has been transformed into a battlefield of fire and blood.

In order to catch up with them, Xiu Xingmeng will inevitably have to put in more physical effort.

That's why she chose to run like Da Zhui. If Xiu Xingmeng's basic attributes can still overwhelm everyone as before, what does the final straight line of 500 meters matter? It's just a matter of drawing the demon sword a few more times.

But things are different now. With her physical strength declining and her speed reduced, she has lost the ability to wield the demon sword as easily as an extension of her own body.

Even without the Challenger Badge, it would be extremely difficult for Embroidered Star Dream to catch up with this group of racehorse girls.

She only had one chance.

On this intense field, the muffled thuds of footsteps on the grass sounded like explosive roars, and even the dirt that flew past the corners of the eyes seemed as sharp as swords.

The fervent breaths of the racehorse girls formed a furnace, where everyone poured themselves into it as fuel. Every swing of their arms and every step was a forging process, and only those who forged themselves into perfect swords were qualified to drink the blood of the victors on this battlefield.

In this chaotic battlefield, amidst the palpable tension of the battle, Xiu Xingmeng slowly placed her hand on the demonic sword.

She did not rush to draw the sword, but instead gently stroked the hilt with an almost ritualistic gesture, allowing the captivating cold gleam to reveal its sharpness inch by inch.

The chilling hum of the sword was amplified into an unbearable wail, and even before she was drawn, the entire racehorse-riding audience felt an extremely terrifying aura emanating from behind.

The eerie blade swept across their backs like a cool autumn breeze; the faint chill was more suffocating than the actual sharpness of the blade.

All the racehorse girls held their breath, waiting for the fatal blow that could come at any moment.

But Xiu Xingmeng's demon sword stopped there. She was still slowly pulling out the blade, but she never fully unsheathed the demon sword.

This is different from when she only used the Demon Blade Domain to stimulate and influence the mindset of the horse racer behind her during the Chrysanthemum Appreciation. This time, she poured all her strength into the Draw Sword Embroidery Dream.

When her weakened stamina was completely burned out, Xiu Xingmeng immediately broke through the curse's restrictions despite the agonizing screams in her body, relying on the endurance brought by the skill Painful Pilgrimage to keep her trembling muscles on the verge of collapse.

Every muscle in her body was screaming in agony, every nerve was crying out in pain. The unbearable pain turned into a scorching flame that almost burned away Xiu Xing's dream.

But her eyes remained sharp, and there was not a trace of pain in those deep, dark eyes.

If the Dream of Embroidered Stars has already been transformed into a scarred demonic sword under the erosion of the curse, with broken patterns extending across the blade like a spider web.

At this moment, she was using her own agonizing heat as a furnace to forcibly melt and reforge the shattered blades. With each intensification of the pain, gilded patterns gradually emerged from the originally dull cracks, flowing across the demonic sword as if it were being infused with new life.

As the pain intensified, the power borne by the demon sword became increasingly explosive, but Xiu Xingmeng still did not pull it out.

She had to wait, wait for the perfect moment, only in that moment could she unleash that ultimate strike.

The current demon sword is far from being able to cut Narita Shirahito in two with a single stroke.

Even so, the demonic blade that Xiu Xingmeng had been gathering power in her hand was already terrifying enough. The heat wave, which seemed to have materialized, carried Xiu Xingmeng's pain and swept across the entire arena like a whirlwind.

More terrifying than the loss of stamina was the growing sense of danger behind them. What had initially felt like a stinging pain had now turned into a real blade.

And this change is still continuing, with Xiu Xingmeng's aura still rising. The one who feels this most deeply is naturally Sakura Chitose, who is also at the back of the team and has chosen the chasing running style.

Every breath Xiu Xingmeng took felt like a sharp blade slicing through her spine, causing Sakura Chitose's heart to tremble uncontrollably. She instinctively opened her mouth wide and gasped for air, but could only inhale a chilling sensation that seemed to materialize from the air.

The strategy he had originally devised had long been shattered by the overwhelming sharpness of the demonic sword, and now the Sakura Chitose King could not recall what he had been thinking about for victory.

His body was frantically warning Sakura Chitose-no-O, and the fear etched into his soul drove him to instinctively try to escape.

Whether it's clearing the way ahead or simply slowing down, it doesn't matter as long as she gets away from the demon sword's gaze.

However, even though instinct had already surrendered, the Sakura Thousand-Year-Old King still did not back down an inch.

She still wanted to win, she still wanted to win her first G1 championship.

Under the pressure of the Embroidered Star Dream Demon Blade, and amidst the intertwining of fear and competitiveness, Sakura Chitose, who had honed her skills on the field for many years and was already only one step away from the realm, finally crossed that line.

She bit her lip, the taste of rust mingling with the glaring red blood as it traced a line down her chin, but even more striking than the blood were her eyes.

Those eyes seemed to bloom like cherry blossoms.

Chapter 223 Dancing with Shadows

Beneath the tangible blade of Embroidered Star Dream, Sakura Thousand-Year-Old Queen awakened her domain. Under the protection of the cherry blossoms, she maintained her composure and preserved a sliver of hope for victory in the most dangerous position.

The moment her domain unfolded was also the moment Narita Shirahito stepped into the final straight line.

Sensing the demonic aura emanating from Xiu Xingmeng behind him, Narita Shirohito's lips curled into a slight smile.

This was a more ferocious and terrifying strike than the one the Emperor had used to enjoy the spring. Just thinking about how Xiu Xingmeng would be wielding this demonic sword and slashing at him, Narita Shirahito felt his blood boiling.

"She is indeed even more powerful than when the Emperor was enjoying the spring!"

During the Emperor's spring outing, the demon sword of Embroidered Star Dream was drawn five times before it defeated himself and Rice Bath. If it were a strike like this now—

"Twice? No, once is enough!"

"I absolutely could not withstand this blow while the Emperor was enjoying the spring scenery!"

Thinking of this, Narita Shirohito's lips curled up even more. Xiu Xingmeng was indeed a kindred spirit whom she recognized; even her speed of progress was terrifying.

However, after several months of recuperation, Narita Shirahito also reached his peak.

Due to her recuperation, Narita Shirahito has been unable to engage in any high-intensity training for the past few months, but in order to win against Hidehoshi Yume at the Emperor's Autumn Viewing Competition, she cannot allow herself to be idle.

So she found a room that had been empty for many years and pondered alone how to defeat Xiu Xingmeng.

In such solitude, the only one who can communicate with Narita Shirahito is his own shadow.

But she was actually afraid of that shadow.

The so-called blindfolded monster was initially just a psychological suggestion made by Narita Shirahito when he put a bandage on his nose so that he wouldn't see his own reflection.

Narita Shirahito always felt that the shadow contained some kind of extremely ferocious power. Even though she was able to bind and empower it with her domain when the Emperor was enjoying spring, she still felt uneasy about her shadow.

It was a feeling of being dominated. Although Narita Shirahito herself enjoyed fighting with her own kind, she didn't really want to become a beast.

But hidden within the shadows is a truly ferocious wolf.

Narita Shirahito's domain was initially awakened to restrain it, but every time he used it, it would disturb his mind, and his personality gradually became irritable.

The decisive moment during the Emperor's spring outing was just like that; when the Shadow Wolf covered Narita Shirohito, she suddenly had the illusion that she was no longer herself.

His eventual withdrawal was partly due to injury, but more so because Narita Shirahito didn't want to be swallowed up by his own shadow.

However, during these months of meditation, the only person Narita Shirahito could face was his own shadow.

After completing her treatment each day, Narita Shirahito would go to that quiet room to think about how to defeat Xiuxing Meng. The shadow on the wall in front of her would gradually shift with the rising and setting of the sun, and finally return to her body with the moonlight.

At first, she would deliberately avoid eye contact to avoid the shadow, but as time went by, she gradually got used to the shadow's presence.

Sometimes she would even tell her shadow her innermost thoughts, how she viewed Xiu Xingmeng, and how she planned to win against Xiu Xingmeng.

During this process, Narita Shirahito gradually felt that the shadow and herself were gradually becoming one. What was in front of her was not a shadow wolf that was separated and resembled a monster, but Narita Shirahito herself.

Several months later, when Narita Shirahito stepped out of the quiet room, her shadow was just a shadow.

Thus, Narita Shirahito's domain was elevated once again.

In the three battles against Xiu Xingmeng, the first time Narita Shirahito had not even fully awakened his domain, and could only rely on instinct to unleash her beast-like aura.

Narita Shirahito awakened his domain a second time, transforming himself into shackles to bind the Shadow Wolf in the shadows, and amplifying that power onto himself.

Today, she no longer needs to restrain her shadow. The shadow is one with her and is Narita Shirahito's power, so why should it be restrained to be used?

"Then let's go! Ours—"

"Another battle!"

When Narita Shirahito uttered that low growl, it was as if every female racehorse in the entire arena heard a roar that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

That was the howl unique to wolves, and also Narita Shirahito's howl for victory.

She has sharpened her fangs; this time, she will tear apart everything before her.

The ultimate power of the domain condensed around her, transforming into a tangible sense of oppression. The shadow was just a shadow; what was truly terrifying at this moment was Narita Shirahito himself.

She was like the queen of the wolf pack, no longer needing to fight herself; a single disdainful glance was enough to make the entire pack offer her a bountiful harvest.