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Chapter 496 NO.79 Then He Probably Knows
Although in competitive events where there is only first and no second, going all out is the greatest respect, but Omer still doesn't want her to use that skill in OP events.

It's not that I'm worried about information disclosure. After all, Bourbon's game video is not difficult to search, and his popularity is hard to hide.

Not to mention that her innate skill is 100% effective when paired with the final suit. Without the final suit...

The problem lies in this 'there is no prerequisite for a decisive server'.

Generally speaking, the innate skills of a racehorse girl must be the talents she was born with.

That is different from the skills acquired through practice, innate skills.

And it is directly related to the running style of the horse race girl, and even the original intention of running.

Just like the talent skill of the tea house: "アナタヲオイカケケテ"/The shape of chasing the king.

Chasing is her talent, and chasing that swift and violent figure is her original intention of running.

On the road of chasing each other, she can be more focused and eager to enter the field of speed, and she will also burst into a spiritual aura that ordinary people cannot bear.

In comparison, Miura Bourbon's innate skill: G00 1st.F∞;
This name, which looks like the automatic programming of a CNC machine tool, represents not only the lock on the first knife, but also the final result of her mechanical training.

It's called: Restriction Lifted.

There is a theory in both body forging and origin energy cultivation, that is, the human body has limitations.

The horse girl was not surprised either.

Just by letting go of that limit, you can push past your usual limits.

As long as you are willing to bear the consequences of unlocking the shackles.

In fact, the principle of this skill is almost the same as the zone of flow that is only circulated among first-class horse racing girls.

While releasing the 'ghost' in your heart, it will also consume your body.

You can even say that it is a perfect substitute for those who cannot step into the field of flow, so it doesn't matter if Miura Bourbon doesn't understand that concentration.

But what if... she has already stepped into that field, and then started this skill?

"So fast! Even faster! Miura Bourbon is still accelerating!"

The streamers in the eyes that are unique to the state of heart flow have been mixed with blue currents to form beams of light flow. Behind that, the racehorse girls wake up one after another from the frenzy, screaming while awake, and stalling while screaming ——Miura Bourbon is still accelerating!
That foot made a thunderous footstep!

Shake off the desperate look behind you.

"It's simply a violent thing! There is no trace of fatigue, and there is no trace of mercy!!"

Miura Bourbon is clear.

I wanted to prove that I would not lose to Manchester City Cafe, this choice could have been extremely simple.

Because the two are not at the same level.

Although the age difference is almost the same, but in the field career, she is the senior, and the teahouse is the junior.

The training time and field experience cannot be compared.

So it is only natural that she is better than the teahouse.

But what she wants to compete for is the shock from the event itself.

This takes the difficulty of this confrontation to a whole new level.

She didn't have the intimidating aura of the other party, and she didn't have those ghosts that seemed to exist.

All she has is speed.

It is the speed that once galloped ahead at the Fuchu Racecourse, and it is the quiet will to perfectly implement the running method and rhythm after securing the victory.

Can pure speed also bring shock?

The answer to this question is far away in the sky and right in front of us.

Just a few minutes ago, in front of the locker room where she bid farewell to the trainer, she rubbed the phone that was no longer malfunctioning suddenly, and dialed the number.

The scarlet figure that I saw yesterday was the best answer in itself...

"Miura Bourbon! Crossed the line in one move! With a gap of 32 horses!!"

"Mr. Wen, this result..."

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"Yeah! 32 horse body! 32 horse body big difference!"

In front of the beverage shop, a certain Metronian jumped up immediately. His appearance and shouting voice made it hard not to suspect that he had bought a betting ticket.

If someone hadn't reopened the sound barrier, otherwise, the sound alone would have caused the busy Pitt people in the store to rush out and ask what happened.

But to be honest, the handicap for this kind of OP level event will not be very high.

Not to mention that there is no second special horse girl in this session.

So the young man sitting opposite him was very calm, even holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

But in the next second, the young man frowned slightly.

Because he suddenly received a text message from Maruzenski:
[Linton trainer!How about running around with big sister and me again?The car is ready! 】

These words are somewhat disturbing vision, and there are more than one version of this vision.

In addition, the timing of the release was a bit subtle, which gave him a sense of uncertainty that seemed to be connected with Bourbon's victory, but there seemed to be no connection point.

After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively decided to delay.

Pretend you didn't see it—he thought so, and turned off the terminal text message interface that didn't have the 'read' function displayed.

"Well, the environment of this race is so good, those horse girls are dragging each other down."

"High-end enemies often appear in the form of teammates~ But you are too calm! After all, you are the horse girl in charge! I haven't seen this kind of achievement for several years!"

"It's just that the op-level event coincides with the meeting, just like the damage achievements that are easy to get in the low-end rounds, but there is no chance in the high-end rounds." Aomo said calmly, typing the content of the note he had obtained from the opponent before into Data, sent to the witch beast.

Then it was relayed by the Witch Beast and sent to the accounts of Hong Kai, Justis (the super agent), Aiba Takumi, and David.

It sounds troublesome, but to a witch, it's like assigning a few more familiars.

"And correct your first half sentence, they are not teammates, they can only be regarded as close together—" Aomer realized something before he finished speaking, and looked up at the Metron star, "Are you going to talk about business?"

Although it was difficult to see the expression on that face, and he didn't know how to judge the eyes, but he did feel that the other party was winking.

"It's not in a hurry, you can still go to the winner's stage!" Ma Niang suggested.

"I will go, but not in a rush right now."

Putting down the coffee in his hand, Omer turned to pick up the knife and fork to deal with the non-toxic and additive-free Godra dessert.

It tasted like a meringue cake, but it was shaped like a shriveled planet.

Inexplicably mediocre, but with a hot label.

Maybe it's because too many employees are dreaming of destroying and drying up the earth.

"I read the note just now. Although there is a list of dispatched personnel, there is no crucial location."

"Where is the location so easy to get!"

"As soon as I am a technician, I can ask them how to ensure the safety of the equipment, so that they will not bother me again."

"So do you still remember the meritorious service I just said?"

"Ah, could it be that you want to directly expose it to me as a meritorious trick?" The Metronian became excited again.

Even with the promise of a signed version, the emotions of the seafood people have not dissipated completely.

but……

"Do you think it's realistic?" Omer's cold gaze was like a basin of cold water, "What kind of script do you want to use to convince them that you can be the first to silence me without being exposed?"

"I'm pretty good at fighting... right..." Facing the other party's gaze that examined him carefully, Tweer shrank back.

While there's no outright hostility, it still feels like it's about to be cut into strips for dip.

"I will apply for the assistance of a few police officers. It happens to be the technicians over there. You can use them to accumulate meritorious deeds to gain the right to speak, and even ask for the location of the connection. You will have no freedom at all if you end this fight. Long preparations before the end time."

Who knows how long it will take from the creation of a new world to the replication of the invading army?
They don't know, they only know that 'in this way, it seems possible to invade the Federation of Terra', so they are no longer uneasy and confused, but they care more about the practical life of Metronian Tver than invading the Federation.

Just like the sunset on the earth.

It is best to have horse girls running in the sunset.

"After a federal day is over, the police will dispatch a large-scale police force. This is the information I disclosed to you."

Aoma put his hands on the table and slowly got up.

"But if you succeed first, things don't have to go to that point, and you will be given a lighter sentence at that time, and it won't affect your continuing to cook and horse girl."

As he said, he glanced at the temporarily ended live broadcast on the screen, and stood up straight: "Okay, there are no contestants in the arena, I'm going to see the winner's stage, and I'll contact you at the same time with 'merit', you want Take your chance."

Omer walked to Tver's side and patted him on the shoulder.

At the same time, in the distance of several surrounding passages, several independent transparent eyeballs also appeared and retracted from the corner.

It turned into that subtle monster card from his hand.

【eye q】

It should be classified as a strange beast, but its outstanding ability lies in its special status as the little Griza.

Conventional instruments are difficult to identify, just like the gaps in the understanding of spiritual bodies in the early stages of technological development.

It is also very suitable for anti-surveillance.

After all, there are some weird cosmic beings and their weird pets everywhere, and a big eyeball is not particularly weird.

Tver nodded thoughtfully, which also made Omer nod in satisfaction. When he was about to turn around and leave, he heard the other party suddenly ask:
"...Then you don't watch Eri Tachoko's match either?"

"...Is your heart completely out of business?" Omer felt a long-lost exhaustion.

The last time I felt this way was when the school held cultural and sports performances, and all the members of the group performed badly.

It must be mentioned that he is the team leader.

"Of course not! It's just that I'm confident enough to get down to business! Believe in my acting skills!"

"You said yesterday that you can't act at all."

"Isn't that two days ago! You see that you have misremembered the time. If you want me to tell you, you can meet if necessary! After the meeting, can you take me to the next game?"

"If you really can, then you can."

(End of this chapter)