Participating in the Arima Commemoration counts as a success

Black Tiger ran on the track, quietly feeling his condition.

It looks like it has stopped. No wonder it is called [Field]. Is this the world she sees?

He surpassed another Ma Niang, and there was no wave in Black Tiger's heart.

She had only one target, the golden figure at the front.

"The technique I am going to give you is called [Shura]. This is the inspiration I got from a novel. The principle is to use willpower to override the restraints of the body's instincts and squeeze your body to the limit in exchange for unparalleled explosive power. "

The words of thousands of delegates are still ringing in our ears.

"This technique was originally developed to defeat Rudolph, but because of my health, I couldn't use it, so I sealed it. Now I just give it to you, but remember, don't use it for a long time, your The body is only inherited once, and using it casually may affect your entire competition career. Do not use it unless absolutely necessary!"

Now, this is the so-called [last resort], right?Sorry, thousands of seniors.

Black Tiger apologized to the respectable senior in his heart, and then continued running.

Now, we are equal.

Come on, Golden Legend, this is the awakening of [Mortal Bones]!

This is, my, [proof]! ! !

The field is fully expanded!

Tiger, blazing!

See the determination of steel!

……

This was the first time I felt... pressure from behind.

This kind of pressure to be caught up and surpassed soon is really addictive!

"I admit it! Among the opponents I have competed with, there is no doubt that you are the strongest!"

Contest?ideal?reason?That kind of thing is no longer important. My only thought now is to give this respectable opponent the most perfect defeat!

The aurora bloomed all over her body, and it was the first time for the Golden Legend to activate her field in this way.

Racing is really a fun thing!

It was the first time she felt this way, and she even laughed out loud.

"So fast, so fast! Black Tiger is coming up. On this last straight line, she is catching up! Unstoppable!"

"Well!"

Blue flames suddenly occupied the field of vision, and Golden Legend turned his eyes and saw the figure.

"Come on! Golden Legend! Let's show off!"

The hoarse voice penetrated the eardrums, and feeling the surging breath, Golden Legend's smile became even brighter.

"Okay, it's a showdown!"

No need for extra words, just throw everything behind you, at this moment, just run.

……

"Haha."

I don’t know when I crossed the finish line, but Golden Legend stood there panting.

For the first time since waking up, I felt tired from this body.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be tired. I almost forgot.

Although his body was obviously so exhausted, Golden Legend was extremely excited.

She turned to look at the opponent she recognized. She was staring blankly at the big screen announcing the results.

Ignoring the roars and applause from the audience, Golden Legend slowly walked towards the white figure.

"You did a good job."

Golden Legend said excitedly.

"Still, almost."

The white horse girl's voice was weak and feeble.

The golden legend looked at the big screen. Even though both of them had broken the historical record of this competition, the white horse lady still lost - by a margin of one horse's nose.

"...However, even though we obviously lost, surprisingly there is no unwillingness. Is it because we tried our best?" The white horse lady turned to look at the Golden Legend, and with a relieved tone, she sincerely praised, " You are indeed very strong."

"Hmph, of course, I'm a [Legend]."

Being praised by a recognized opponent, even the shameless legend felt a little shy and could only deal with it with a arrogant tone.

"Yes, yes, you are a legend."

The white horse girl whispered softly, and then slowly fell forward.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Legend realized something was wrong and immediately caught her, but because he was also out of strength, he couldn't catch her firmly, and the two horse girls fell to the grass together.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

Not paying attention to the soreness caused by landing on his butt, Golden Legend hurriedly called the doctor.

And the white horse girl lay in the arms of the legend, with a smile on her face, and fell asleep.

Chapter 56 Miss Black Tiger’s Autobiography

My name is Black Tiger, you can call me Black Tiger.

She is a racehorse girl.

Where should I start?

Since it’s a horse girl, let’s start with the horse girl.

Actually, I didn’t plan to become a racehorse girl from the beginning.

I come from a fairly well-to-do family, my father is well-educated and my mother is gentle and virtuous.

My father taught me since childhood that as long as you are willing to work hard, there is no obstacle that you cannot overcome.

That's what I've always done.

A good education, a good family background, perseverance and hard work, coupled with my decent talents and talents, made me a classic childhood villain - someone else's child.

Thanks to this, I have very few friends.But it doesn't matter, I still have my father's book collection.

Collecting books is one of the few hobbies of my lively father. From classics to popular ones, from literary masterpieces to entertainment magazines, if he is interested in it, he will get a copy and return it to his collection. My mother complained more than once that there is no room for his collection at home. , he still refuses to change his ways. I have to say that my mother's not selling these books directly proves that they are true love, but it doesn't matter. He is busy with work anyway, so these are all cheap for me.

My favorite story is Greek mythology. Among them, the story of Icarus the "Sun Chaser" fascinates me the most.

Burning everything out in pursuit of something is really a romantic thing, isn't it?

Let’s digress further and return to the topic of horse racing girls.

Originally, I had no intention of becoming a jockey girl. According to my temperament, I should become a literary researcher or a librarian?That's how it should be.

Until that day, the horse racing commemoration two years ago.

I remember what happened that day. My father knelt on the washboard and begged my mother to let him go to the Arima Memorial Show.

As his only remaining hobby besides collecting books, flash events have always been his focus, and the highlight of that year's Arima Memorial Tournament was the Ashuma duel.As a father of a reed-horse girl, of course he wouldn't miss it, that's what he said (although I think that's a complete excuse).

In short, under my father's insistence, my mother agreed, but the price was to take me with her, because she wanted to go shopping with her best friend, and I was in the way.

So, just like that, my father and I came to Zhongshan Racecourse.

I remember the scene that day, people crowded together to cheer for their favorite horse racing girl.

My father seemed to be lucky enough to get us to the best spot to watch the sprint. I still remember that the seat next to me was a chestnut racing girl. She had beautiful golden hair, which impressed me.

But what impressed me most was the Lu Mao showdown.

At that time, I couldn't understand how powerful that game was, but I was really shocked. Being chased like that seemed to burn up all the running, and I was deeply shocked.

"Ma Niang, that's what it should be like!"

That's what the chestnut-haired child said. The longing shining in her eyes is still fresh in my memory.

"One day, I will be like them."

When I came back to my senses, I had already said this.

After returning home, I thought carefully about it for a while, and finally made up my mind and told my father what I thought - I wanted to be a horse racing girl.

I still remember how my father looked at that time, crying like a child, saying something like "You finally have your own ideas."

I have always had my own thoughts (tremors), but I just didn’t speak them out.

After that, with the help of my father, I transferred to Treson Central College and became a racing girl.

I was lucky enough to meet a trainer not long after I entered school. Her name was Ah Fu. She was a bold girl with big breasts and no brains. However, she was surprisingly reliable in terms of training.

I don't know why, but I always feel that she is very kind.

I originally thought that I would be able to make a huge debut immediately and reach the top of my career, but reality shattered my delusion.

I have talent, the trainer said, but it's just talent.

I started a year later than others, and because I didn’t have much exercise, as a racing girl, I didn’t meet the standards.

But it doesn't matter, I still have time. Compared with others, what I lack is nothing more than the basics. This kind of thing that can be exchanged for boring and sweat is easy for me.

Then, I spent two years making up for the foundation I lacked. Finally, after becoming my own character, I reached, no, I stood at the top of the horse racing girl in the same period.

When I was proud of myself and showed off to the trainer, I was scolded by the trainer.

Of course I know this truth, so I compared people from the same period. I firmly believe that among my classmates, there should be no one who can compare with me. Even if there were, they would definitely not debut at the same time as me.

To prove this to that guy Afu, I signed up for a tryout.

Then, there, I met this guy.

Beautiful appearance, noble temperament, good figure, and the rare chestnut hair tail flower.

That one, I don’t know why, looks familiar, the legendary horse racing girl

Then everyone knew that I was beaten to death.

Five horses, a distance that I can't argue with, an absolute gap.

She shattered my pride and complacency.

After I went back, I started training again. After seeing the gap, I should realize my weakness and then fight hard. This is what I have always done.

Next time, I won't lose.

Then, at the debut match, I met her again. I said hello to her, but was ignored.

To you, am I just a passerby?

For a moment, my mentality collapsed.

I planned to impress her in the competition, but unfortunately.

15 horses, a disappointing gap.

In just two months, she has distanced me beyond imagination.

For the first time, I realized what a natural chasm is.

That is not an obstacle that can be overcome with hard work and sweat. I understand this deeply.

After that, I gave up on myself. I saw an insurmountable barrier and it panicked me.

Fortunately, the trainer saw this. She didn't teach me how to hate iron, nor did she encourage me to use emotion and reason. She just started to teach me the skills of aura.

Maybe it's because I'm relatively single-threaded, or maybe it's because my aura opened a new door for me. I quickly got addicted to it and achieved pretty decent results.

This gave me hope. Can I use this method to get close to her?

Try it.

With this in mind, I asked the trainer to sign me up for her competition.

So, the third fight with her arrived.