The legend of the horse girl, the road to the strongest and undefeated

Emperor, I'm disappointed in your incompetence in not being able to catch the other person in the basement.

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The audience communicated with each other, uproarious and enthusiastic.

Or worry, or look forward to, or play, or carefree.

However, unlike these people on the outside, the people in the game have almost no joy and blessings for the game, only embarrassing and scattered thoughts.

"Ha-ha-ha-"

Maya Heavy Cannon looked at Ling Yi in front of him.

Panting, she managed to run the entire distance, exhausted, looking at the golden girl bathed in the light, she unconsciously grabbed her heart with both hands and lowered her head.

Lost, completely lost.

with no doubt.

If they lost originally, Heavy Cannon should calm down and think that their opponent is very strong. It is very pleasant and exciting to communicate with such a strong opponent, and look forward to the next duel.

She has always been like this, holding a relaxed and happy understanding of the game, and it is an arena where everyone uses their abilities to enjoy.

But, now, the girl's tired body curled up, pulled her heart, and choked up her sobs.

The Goddess of Victory doesn't keep smiling at an existence that enjoys a duel as an excuse.

Regardless of whether Maya is a talented horse girl or not, she has a decisive weakness in her race and footwork.

Her racing was too frivolous.

Nothing is burdened, not even the most basic honor, the trust of the audience, or even a strong desire to win.

When the interest in one's own body disappears, one will fall into a sea of ​​suffering and cannot extricate himself from it.

In this snow race, the girl was completely disrupted, completely pulled away, and completely unable to perform in the race, and she couldn't even be called a running companion...

When faced with adversity, what you carry will become your support.

However, Zhongpao was in adversity, but he didn't have the tenacity to fight and duel. He just fell into the snow and could only watch the horse racing girls in front of him compete fiercely.

Then, as a loser, he was knocked apart without a trace of dignity.

Pulling hard on her heart, she lowered her head, tears rolling in her eyes.

Even I don't know what to say about the emotion that arises in my heart.

However, looking at Ling Yi in front of him, and his unseemly self standing in the corner.

...I, don't want to.

Not reconciled, not reconciled, not reconciled, very... not reconciled.

Throughout his life, he had a strong attachment to competitions.

Then realize this.

She opened her eyes wide suddenly, and took another deep breath.

"Ah...that's it..."

Suddenly, showing a touch of embarrassing smile.

It turns out that MAYA can still feel the emotion of unwillingness.

It didn't completely fall apart, and it didn't even hold the intention of running a race anymore.

I can still feel the fighting spirit deep in my heart.

It is difficult to accept my own crying and remove the tears from my eyes.

"Not reconciled."

Not reconciled to one's own weakness and powerlessness.

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"..."

The word "big difference" is displayed on the electronic screen of the bulletin board.

No. 1 and No. 2 have already been appointed, and there is a huge gap, not to mention how different the footsteps of Ling Yi, who will be No. 6 in the future, are in comparison with each other.

The black-haired girl gasped, staring blankly at the data on the screen.

In the end, she pursed her lips under her face full of smog, and she grasped her hand vigorously, but she didn't realize that the dull Xuetian numbs her senses, adored Zhi Ji, and even a little bit of red blood was drawn out of her palm.

Then, look sideways.

She looked at where Ling Yi was, and pondered for a moment.

Aiming Orihime walked in the direction of the blonde girl.

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Tournament of Hope: Chapter 43 The Egoless Fake

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The game is over, but not everyone can be freed from the game.

There are still some players who are still lingering in the difficulty of accepting the ending, entangled, unable to agree, they are displaced, and start to get anxious.

His spirit is still lingering in the final competition and he can't extricate himself, so he walks towards the ultimate goal he knows.

"..."

Rei noticed the strange gaze and frowned.

Follow your senses and turn your head away, what you see is that Aimu Zhiji came to him, lowered his head, and then raised his head, the dark black pupils just stared at her straight, stared straight at her, and pursed his lips valve.

"Is there anything else?"

Seeing this, the blond girl said coldly.

"I can't understand."

Aimu Zhiji grabbed her arm with one hand, the pain from falling uphill made her unable to restrain the swollen place, and gritted her teeth.

Lost...lost.

"Why? Why! You—!

From the start of the race to the end, you should be on the verge of your limit by the end of the game!That last foot is too unusual! "

The seemingly quiet girl showed that she was not suitable for her fierce calling.

Perhaps failure was a heavy blow to her?

Bearing the belief that he cannot lose, and possessing a strong strength all the way to the G1 heavy reward, even if there was an inadvertent mistake, it was just a diagonal foul caused by emotional control errors and excessive desire to win. The outcome of that event is undoubtedly in the pocket of Gemini.

The glory forged for the dead must be perfect with all its strength.

When the monument that was so hard to forge is crushed, how can Aimu Zhiji maintain her sanity?

The ending can't be changed, it's just hysterical.

She should have controlled her emotions and left here in a daze, but the girl couldn't do it no matter what——

Failure is not allowed.

"...But I do have that kind of final game ability."

Staring at Aimu Zhiji's miserable eyes, Ling Yi replied lightly.

"Or, do you want to use 'because you don't know' as an excuse, thinking that if you had been prepared, you would not have achieved such a result?

Well, your failure is a given. "

"Varied--"

"Am I wrong?"

Lingyi took a step forward, approaching Aimu Zhihime's side, his emerald green eyes stained with scarlet red just stared at the latter's figure, faithfully imprinted in his eyes.

Stared at by that deep gaze, Aimu Zhiji couldn't help holding her breath and frowning.

Before they had time to push away and create an uncomfortable distance, the communication continued.

"What kind of racing girls are the contestants? If you are interested in knowing, you can know in advance, and some people use this as a basis to formulate tactics and strategies. In this race, my big escape has been so easy to play. The effect disrupts the rhythm of the horses. , It’s just because no one thinks that I can escape in the snow field, but in terms of the quality of the last foot, other guys will more or less defend it, right?”

As long as you have the heart to learn about Ling Yi's information, the raging Rain Screen Escape will basically cause the contestants to take a look at the recorded video of the girl's debut battle. In the fantasy scene of the champion, everyone knows that Ling Yi has an excessively abnormal finishing ability as an escaped horse.

Based on this premise, Aimu Zhiji still said it was unbelievable, and it was difficult to accept the current situation.

(There will be embarrassing results, it is completely natural...)

The opponent doesn't even care about his own safety, so how can he care about other players?

It's just a runaway wild horse running wild on the field.

The resulting traits are stupidity and arrogance, a shallowness of self and others.

However, the most unacceptable thing for Ling Yi is that Ai Muzhihime ran such a stupid race, which led to the emergence of such a worthless champion.

"Speaking of... I can win this competition, it should be your credit."

"..."

Aimu Zhiji was silent, and just listened to the blond girl in front of her.

"Your crazy training posture made me understand my lax attitude. If this continues, I can't knock down such a berserker anyway. How can I be qualified to fight such a strong and confident racehorse girl? So I To gain strength, to become stronger, and to come here—”

Mumble to yourself.

Ling Yi stared at the bewildered eyes of Aimu Orihime, and gritted his teeth.

"I am looking forward to the match with you. When I think of the possibility of fighting with all your strength and winning with such a you, my heart is eager to try."

However, in the end, what awaited the girl was just a vain shell.

Seeing Aimu Orihime again, and understanding the nature of this girl, Ling Yi knew that winning this competition would not be of any value.

The opponent was not a glorious racehorse girl, but a runaway device that was forced into the battlefield with a sword and then tried to destroy itself.

What is the value of knocking down such an opponent?Rei who doubted his own worth because of her like this seemed stupid again.

So he stepped forward again, Lingyi grabbed Aimu Zhiji's neckline, picked up the struggling figure of the other party, and leaned his head forward to stare.

Why such a stupid match, who the hell are you fighting?

Now that he is already on the field, he should stare at the opponent in front of him and do his best.

But until the final competition, Aimu Zhiji was still fighting for the so-called undead, and when she was about to lose, she officially reflected the Lingyi who had to be clearly recognized that caused her failure in the competition.

Later, she came to question with this unbelievable appearance.

From the very beginning, he didn't take everyone seriously. This was not because of his arrogance to strength, but because he had never looked at other people, including her!

"I came here to defeat you, but in your eyes, do I exist?"

"—!"

The black-haired girl opened her eyes wide after hearing Ling Yi's sullen words.

"Competing against invisible guys through this arena, relying on borrowed beliefs and awareness to act recklessly, isn't it natural that we will end up like this in the end?"

She has no interest in an unmotivated opponent.

"Wanting to win doesn't belong to you, it belongs to someone else."

The pace of running is not to prove oneself, nor is it for oneself to achieve other people's dreams, it is just to place the thoughts of others to destroy oneself to achieve reproduction.

Obviously in the arena, but there are other places in my heart.

If you can't have your own true belief no matter what...

"If you still insist on maintaining this selfless thing and continue to get out of control."

Faced with Aimu Zhiji's dull expression, Lingyi snorted coldly and put the girl down, and then skipped the other party's side without hesitation.

"I will completely crush you and disappear from my presence."