Jockey girl, the undefeated black ghost

but--

Green Grass showed a sad expression.

"There is no junior who is willing to learn my method."

Either it is unnecessary, troublesome, and a waste of time, or it is scary and does not want to learn.

When Green Grass wanted to teach them the skills they honed themselves, they were all rejected by the juniors.

If this continues, once she leaves Teresan one day, the running style called 'Assassin', the experience she has exhausted and summed up, will completely disappear.

She has reached a height that even the trainers can't imagine, all relying on her own step-by-step exploration and little effort.

"So... if someone can learn my method, I feel that all my efforts are valuable."

If you can see someone using the running posture that you summed up on the field, Green Grass will feel as if you have become younger and stand on the shining stage again.

"'Tea House', only you are willing to learn from me."

After that competition ended, Green Grass happily didn't fall asleep all night.

Finally someone is willing to learn from her.

In this boundless arena, Green Grass wants to keep her spark.

"Tonight, I will show you the experience I have summed up without reservation."

If it is you, you should be willing to learn from me.

"Of course."

The girl nodded.

I can't ask for more.

Chapter 136 Assassin Domain

No one gave orders, and there was no need to communicate. Everything went smoothly as if it had been decided long ago. At the same moment, the two started to run.

Speaking of which, there was a saying that the most difficult thing to steal in the world is not a priceless gem, nor is it a throwing weapon.

It's the intangible and intangible thinking hidden in the brain.

knowledge and skills.

No matter how tight the safe is, there is no such thing as a brain, and it does not give outsiders the slightest chance to spy.

Therefore, the girl feels that ability itself is more important than those external things that may be lost at any time.

She will not turn down any opportunity that will bring her improvement.

Moreover, she also understands the idea of ​​green grass.

As a horse race girl, from the time she stepped into the arena to the time she left, there was really nothing left except for the memories that faded away like a flash in the pan.

The footprints that he once left behind became dimmer as time went by.

As for the green grass, I don't want such a result.

In this endless vast arena, there are not only two options, leaving and forgetting.

She chose the third way.

Pass on your running method.

She wants more people to see, and more people remember, that there was once a weak girl who set foot on this grassland with her strong will.

For Green Grass, teaching oneself should be more like spiritual inheritance than instructing younger generations.

Let one soul rest on another soul...

Bang!

The soles of the feet touched the ground, and the mud flew up and down.

The night was humid and the air was cold.

There is no end to this game, and there is no need for an end. It's just that Green Grass is there to show herself unreservedly, and the girl is responsible for taking over everything.

Tricks of the run, fights of the race.

No, none of these are needed. Thinking about the outcome again is a desecration of the game.

It just so happened that the starry sky was extremely bright tonight, and the girl was in perfect condition.

Seems to be able to remember, more things than the past...

After maintaining a relatively gentle speed and advancing several hundred meters, the green grass gradually entered the state.

Even these strong players who once dominated the arena cannot open the field anytime and anywhere.

They need to warm up, keep their bodies and brains highly active, and even maintain the best state at that time before they can enter that state.

In order to match the pace of the green grass, the girl has been listening to the footsteps behind her.

The sound of the pace is like a precision instrument, it is simply a beautiful work of art that can only be completed after several years of careful carving.

Imitation, perfection and transcendence may be the only gift God gave her after she opened her eyes and came to this world.

She can choose to turn a blind eye and spend her life quietly and peacefully like an ordinary person.

You can also choose to use it to the extreme to create a thrilling journey.

And she chose the latter without hesitation.

The young girl...has hated the ordinary life without characteristics from the bottom of her heart, and she has never regretted the choice she made.

Brewing strength, he accelerated slowly, and the green grass behind him was also clinging to his back, following him impartially.

Is the 'field' of green grass different from last time?

The strong sense of oppression appeared behind him without warning.

Or, that is not considered a domain at all...

The girl has experienced the state of complete concentration.

But after the game, I couldn't recall that feeling.

It's like a strong electric current passing through the body, but there is only a short time for the breath to turn.

It is your own subjective consciousness that prolongs the time.

So what is the essence of the domain, it is difficult for the girl to explain.

However, presumably Green Grass will give the answer next.

This is the first time she has gained such a real feeling from others.

Even Narita Bairen, Xiao Limao and others have never stepped into the ultimate realm.

Listening to the rhythmic sound, the girl wants to continue to increase her speed and enter the acceleration part of the arena.

At this moment, I don't know if it was an illusion, but the girl suddenly saw something across her cheek from the side and back.

chap——

A wound appeared on the face.

The blood flowed out slowly...

how! ?

It was as if something was detonating in the brain, and there was a burning pain in the cheek, and the girl touched her face.

Smooth and soft, without imaginary blood.

No?

Right……

She didn't have that kind of thing in the first place.

However, even so, the girl's body told herself very clearly, 'You are injured, your blood is flowing out of your body, and your physical strength is decreasing...'

This is... phantom pain?

Feel the pain where it doesn't exist.

why?

Suddenly, the girl realized that this might be the field where green grass was born.

Her aura is spreading outward.

Just as the girl was preparing to meet the opponent's next attack, a gust of bitter wind passed by.

Hearing a strong wind, the girl squinted her eyes and passed through the strong wind belt at an unabated speed.

Followed by -

Quiet.

Very quiet around.

Under the shining of the night sky, she was alone, running silently on the training ground.

The sound of footsteps echoing behind him has disappeared, and the fierce aura is like melting ice falling into the water, never appearing again.

Green grass... gone?

Tilting her head slightly, the girl observed.

Can't see.

I couldn't see the figure of the other party, couldn't feel her breath, as if this person didn't exist from the beginning to the end.

What exactly is going on?

She is not a ghost, and it is impossible for her to disappear suddenly.

Even after leaving the training ground, it is impossible to disappear without a trace in just a few seconds.

The girl was at a loss, and just when she was about to stop to look for the other party's trace, an extremely sharp dagger pierced her chest with a 'puff', and the shining blade shone with a faint cold light under the pale light .

A piercing pain rushed straight to the head.

She held the dagger in her hand, and her blue eyes looked at herself without any murderous intent.

green grass...

She is right behind her body, a blind spot where she can't see!

Almost instinctively, the girl stepped heavily on the ground, her aura burst out uncontrollably.

The beast's claws shattered the dagger.

But even so, the severe pain still couldn't be eliminated from his mind.

Clutching her chest, the girl stopped, panting heavily like a wounded person drowning in water.

If it was a human being, it would definitely be drenched in cold sweat.

Touching the injured part, there was no cut or blood on it.

Just like before, it was the other party's extremely strong aura that gave her the illusion that it was almost real.

No, can that really be called momentum?

I can't feel it at all.

When he reappeared, he was already holding a dagger that pierced through the enemy.

After the girl stopped, the green grass slowly came to her side.

This is a skill honed to deal with Maruzenski.

Exclusive to green grass, 'Assassin Field'.

Chapter 137 The Inheritor

Domain, this is domain...

The feeling of being on the scene brought by the change of momentum from the inside to the outside is completely different from what can be felt in a normal game.