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Chapter 486NO.69 Now I'm Going To Oppress All Beings (x
"Man City Tea House! Manchester City Tea House has surpassed No. [-] Ruby! She is still accelerating! What a strong force! It is simply a dark cloud! It is unstoppable when it spreads!"

"Her rhythm is the most stable, and she saves the most energy."

This is true.

In all fairness, in the prologue and mid-game of the Cosmos Awards, Manchester City's performance can only be regarded as quite satisfactory.

The only thing that stood out was her stunning appearance, which directly disrupted the pace of all opponents in the prologue.

Near the end, there were more than one horse girl who lost control of her physical strength and speed in the chaotic rhythm.

Even if they were not disturbed by the restraint technique, they all fell into a stall state of being powerless to increase their speed.

However, the so-called regular, isn't it the most eye-catching performance?
"She doesn't have the precision of Miura Bourbon, nor the research mind of Arisuko, but she also has her advantages."

On the high platform, Amo said lightly.

A certain Metronian was no longer by his side, but ran to the edge of the fence, amazed as if entering the city for the first time, raised the portable camera in his hand, and focused around.

Let him go, although he looks very individual, as long as he doesn't interfere with other spectators watching the game, the security guards won't stop him either.

It's just that even if he stays dishonest, someone will still stand by and listen to Omer's sudden exclamation.

It would be better to say that Omer's sudden exclamation was directed at her.

After all, there is only a certain Digimon who pays little attention to the training session and has no knowledge of the horse girl competition.

When you see the teahouse is always in the middle, you will be anxious, and when you see her rushing, you will worry about whether she can do it.

"Advantage?"

Although I was a little concerned about why my partner called the horse girl who was always nicknamed by her full name, Belstarmon is quite one-liner.

I care more about the content of the topic.

"Her dull temper."

"Can that be called an advantage?" Belstamon was a little confused, and began to suspect that there was something wrong with his knowledge of human languages.

"This is a derogatory term, dull and simple, but it is a neutral term in ancient Chinese, and it is also the same in the field of horse racing girls."

"For example, compared to the Manchester Teahouse, who is only patient during experiments, she is very patient with everything, and has a consistent focus that is difficult to be shaken by external objects."

"Patience and focus?"

"This is her greatest strength. You should know that most horse girls are impatient, not only because of puberty, but also because they are horse girls."

"Really? I think all three of them are?" Bellstar Beast was a little unconvinced.

And these words did make Aomo silent, and the indifferent eyes looked at her.

"What, what's the matter?" Witch Cowboy was taken aback by this look.

"Nothing, you're right."

That gaze suddenly showed a bit of softness and warmth.

"So tachyons, bourbons, and teahouses are all my lucky children."

"That……"

Glancing at the arena again, Belstarmon turned around and proved that Omer's words were in vain with a short question: "Can the tea house win?"

"...of course." Omer affirmed, looking back at the field.

Reality is not a game. We all know that poor horses run with a lot of accumulation.

The advantage in the front is not obvious, and the physical strength has been preserved in the later stage, and finally accelerates to overtake the opponent.

But how many horse girls can really practice this running method perfectly?
There are so many unexpected factors in the race, and the "abnormal lead" at the beginning alone is enough to confuse the judgment of many race horse girls.

The psychological quality of being willing to be surpassed again and again by others is also unusual.

But she did.

Stepping on steady footsteps, writing his own score, the dark cloud is steadily covering the outermost side of that Qianming senior sister who admires so much.

Rain の solo, private の original creation...

【Rainy day】

Transcendent one after another, in response to the call of 'sixth, fifth, fourth, third', appeared at the edge of the field of vision of every horse girl who originally held that order, zooming in a little bit.

Like the horror stories that often appear in urban legends, the shadows creeping in the shadows in the roads, they will catch up with you, they will cling to your limbs, and swallow your whole.

Horse girls with physical fitness beyond the average human being could have sneered at the legends that are popular among human beings, believing that no shadow can catch up to them.

But now!The shadows have caught up!

If you are chased by it, you will feel the coldness, just like being in ice and snow.

Parallel with it, the footsteps will be heavy, as if in a quagmire.

Being surpassed by it, you will feel relieved instead, and then refuse to face the ground, questioning your own fears.

Without a sound, the energy has been harvested.

【スタミナイーター】/Stamina Hunter
Every horse girl will master at least one to three three-goddess skills before participating in the competition, which is derived from the inheritance of the horse girl factor itself, and more can be mastered in real training.

But just as Ao Mo hesitated not long ago, in the teahouse with outstanding talents in the Jiang Ling Branch, it is obvious that he also has a unique talent for red skills.

Weakening others and strengthening oneself is often the consistent impression given by Spiritualists and Necromancers.

At the same time, the condition of these girls is not good at all.

The broken rhythm, the strong pulling speed, and the chaotic outbursts all pushed their running and their spirits to the limit—at this time, there was a certain Ruby lady who did not want to be named opened the big, small torture hand.

then……

Tortured by the teahouse again!

Even the voice of an oyster can shout when the strings of reason are broken.

But even so, even though their eyes were filled with the whistling darkness, they were not in that darkness.

Not even the two horse girls at the front, and the light arrow grid in front of them.

she has a feeling...

Inspiration suddenly came, pointing directly at the darkness in the stands.

More than one place.

It was a moment of complete silence.

There was no noise or wind, she only saw the flashy scene like a picture book, with huge gold-edged photo frames floating everywhere, among them was the night, twinkling stars, and in the distance on a high place, there was a dark figure sit there.

That's 'friends'.

And in another dark night, the bright moon hangs high.

That is the bright moon surrounded by the boundless darkness that is alive.

click!
The two huge photo frames came together in one place as they turned, and they were bounded by the homogeneous darkness, standing at a short distance that could be crossed by her.

And she kept walking!
Just one step!
Jump up!

Spanning a distance of several meters, crossing the grid of light vectors.

【アナタヲオイカケケテ】/Journey to the king
Chasing 'friends', while further increasing the speed, once again tortured the opponent a little.

The figure reflected in those dark golden pupils was no longer a figure, but a pure shadow.

Rhythm, pace, spirit, perfect integration.

She is a textbook-like errand practitioner, with a very oppressive and dark posture, wrapped in a strong wind, and won the first laurel crown.

"I can't catch up! The first Ruby is hard to catch up! One horse! Two horses! Three horses!! Manchester City Cafe won the victory with an advantage of three horses. This is an extremely unexpected development!"

"At the Sapporo Racecourse! The cosmos winner who overwhelmed the crowd with the appearance of falling clouds is—"

“Manhattan Cafe!”

(End of this chapter)