Although in a competitive event where there is only first place and no second place, the greatest respect is to go all out, but Omer still doesn't want her to use that skill in the OP event.
It's not that I'm worried about information leakage. After all, Bourbon's game videos are not difficult to search, and its own popularity makes it difficult to hide any special kills.
Not to mention that her talent and skills can only be used 100% when paired with the final server. Without the final server...
The problem lies in this 'there is no premise for a decisive server'.
Generally speaking, the innate skills of a horse racing girl must be the talents she was born with.
That is different from the skills acquired through practice, it is an innate skill.
And it is directly related to the racing girl's running style and even her original intention of running.
Just like Tea House's innate skill: "アナタヲオイカケテ"/Chasing King's Form.
Chasing is her talent, and chasing that swift and violent figure is her original intention of running.
When chasing the opponent, she can be more focused and enthusiastic, entering the realm of speed, and she will also erupt with a spiritual aura that is difficult for ordinary people to withstand.
In comparison, Miura Bourbon’s natural skills: G00 1st.F∞;
This name, which is like the automatic programming of CNC machine tools, represents not only the locking of the first position, but also the final result of her mechanical training.
It's called: Restrictions Lifted.
There is a theory in both physical exercise and source energy cultivation, that is, the human body has limitations.
The horse girl is not surprised either.
As long as you unlock that restriction, you can break through your usual limits.
As long as you are willing to bear the consequences of breaking the shackles.
In fact, the principle of this technique is almost the same as the flow zone (Zone) that is only spread among first-class horse racing girls.
While releasing the 'ghost' in your mind, it will also wear down your body.
You can even say that it is a perfect substitute for those who cannot enter the flow realm, so it doesn't matter even if Miura Bourbon does not realize that concentration.
But what if...she has already entered that field and starts this skill again?
"So fast! Even faster! Miura Bourbon is still accelerating!"
The unique stream of light in the eyes of the flow field state has been mixed and woven into a beam of light flow by the cyan-blue current. One by one, the racing girls behind them woke up from the madness, screamed in the wakeful state, and stalled in the mourning. ——Miura Bourbon is still accelerating!
That foot made a thunderous sound!
Throw away the desperate look behind you.
"It is simply a violent instrument! There is no trace of fatigue, nor is there any trace of compassion!!"
Miura Bourbon knows that.
If I want to prove that I am not inferior to Manchester City Teahouse, this choice could have been extremely simple.
Because the two are not on the same level.
Although the age difference is almost the same, in terms of career in the competition, she is the senior and Cha Zao is the junior.
Training time and competition experience cannot be compared.
So it's natural that she is better than Tea House.
But what she is fighting for is the shock from the event itself.
This takes the difficulty of this confrontation to a whole new level.
She doesn't have the other person's alluring aura, nor does she have those souls that seem to be there or not.
All she has is speed.
It is the speed that once galloped ahead at the Fuchu Racecourse, and it is the calm will that will perfectly implement the running method and rhythm after winning.
Can pure speed also bring shock?
The answer to this question is far away, yet close at hand.
Just a few minutes ago, in front of the locker room where she said goodbye to the trainer, she rubbed the phone that no longer malfunctioned suddenly and dialed the number.
The red figure that I saw yesterday is the best answer...
"Miura Bourbon! Crossed the line in one stroke! With a huge gap of thirty-two lengths!!"
"Mr. Wen, this result..."
——
"Yeah! Thirty-two horse lengths! Thirty-two horse lengths is a big difference!"
In front of the beverage shop, a certain Metron man suddenly jumped up. His appearance and shouting voice made it difficult for people to suspect that he had bought a lottery ticket.
Unless someone reopened the sound barrier, the sound alone would have made the busy Pitts in the store rush out and ask what happened.
But to be honest, the handicap for this kind of OP-level event is not very high.
Not to mention that there is no second particularly outstanding horse girl in this session.
So the young man sitting opposite him was very calm and even held 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 Maruzhansky:
【Trainer Linton! How about running around with big sister and me again sometime? The car is ready! 】
This vision is somewhat unsettling, and there is more than one version of this vision.
In addition, the timing of the message was a bit subtle, giving him a sense of uncertainty that seemed to be connected to Bourbon's victory, but there seemed to be no connecting point.
After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively decided to delay.
Just pretend you didn't see it for now - he thought so and closed the terminal SMS interface that did not have the 'read' function displayed.
"Well, the environment of this game is so good, all those racing 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 responsible horse girl! I haven't seen such results in several years!"
"It's just that the op-level events happened at the right time. Just like the damage achievements that are easy to get in low-end rounds, there is no chance in high-end rounds." Omer said calmly, typing the contents of the note he had previously obtained from the opponent into Data, sent to Witchmon.
It is then relayed by Witchmon and sent to the accounts of Hongkai, Justis (the super agent), Aiba Takumi, and David.
It sounds troublesome, but for a witch, it only means assigning a few more familiars.
"And I'd like to correct the first half of your sentence. They are not teammates, they can only be together -" Omer realized something before he finished speaking, and raised his eyes to look at the Metronian, "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 look in his eyes, he did feel that the other party was winking.
"Don't worry, you can also go and see the winner's stage!" Ma Niangxingxing suggested.
"I'll go, but there's no rush at the moment."
Putting down the coffee in his hand, Omo turned to the knife and fork to deal with the Godela dessert, which was indeed non-toxic and had no additives.
It tasted no different from a puff pastry cake, but was shaped like a rather dry planet.
Inexplicably mediocre, it has a hot-selling label.
Maybe it's because too many employees have dreams of destroying and drying up the earth.
"I read that note just now. Although there is a list of personnel to be dispatched, there is no crucial location."
“The place is so easy to get!”
"I can ask the technicians how they ensure the safety of the equipment so that they don't trouble me again."
"So do you still remember the meritorious service I just mentioned?"
"Ah, are you trying to expose me directly as a trick to gain merit?" The Metron star became excited again.
Even with the promise of a signed version, the seafood man's emotions have not completely dissipated.
but……
"Do you think it's realistic?" Omo's cold eyes were like a basin of cold water. "What kind of script do you want to use to make them believe that you can be silenced first without being exposed?"
"I'm quite capable of fighting..." Facing the other party's eyes that carefully scrutinized him, Tver shrank back.
Although there was no direct hostility, it still felt like I was about to be cut into strips and eaten with dipping sauce.
"I will apply for the assistance of a few police officers, who happen to be technicians over there. You can use them to accumulate merit and gain the right to speak. You can ask for even the relevant location. There will be no freedom in ending your situation. See A long preparation before the end time.”
Who knows how long it will take from creating a new world to replicating the invading army?
They don't know, they only know that 'it seems that invading the Federation of Terra is feasible', so they are no longer uneasy and confused, but Tevel, a Metronian, cares more about the practical life than invading the Federation.
I just like the sunset on the earth.
It would be better if there are horse girls racing under the sunset.
"At the end of a federal day, the police will deploy a large police presence. This is the intelligence I disclosed to you."
Omer put his hands on the table and stood up slowly.
"But if you succeed first, things won't have to come to that point. You will be sentenced lightly at that time, and it will not affect your continued cooking."
He said, looking at the temporarily ended live broadcast on the screen, and stood up straight: "Okay, there are no contestants at all in the arena. I'm going to see the winner's stage and contact you at the same time as 'merit'. You want Seize the opportunity."
Omer walked over to Tver 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 corners.
The subtle monster card transformed from his hand.
【eye q】
It is classified as a strange beast, but its outstanding ability lies in its special identity as little Grizza.
It is difficult to identify with conventional instruments, which is just like the gap in the understanding of spiritual bodies in the early days of technological development.
It is also very suitable for anti-monitoring.
After all, there are weird cosmic beings and their weird pets everywhere here, and a big eye is not particularly weird.
Tver nodded thoughtfully, which made Omo nod with satisfaction. When he was about to turn around and leave, he heard the other party suddenly ask:
"...Then you don't watch Arisuko's games either?"
"...Your mind is not at all on business, right?" Omer felt a long-lost fatigue.
The last time I felt like this was when the school held a cultural and sports performance and the group put on a show that everyone put on a bad show.
It must be mentioned that he is the group leader.
"Of course not! It's just that I'm confident enough to do business! Trust my acting skills!"
"You said yesterday that you couldn't act at all."
"Wasn't that two days ago? You see you have remembered the time wrong. If you ask me, I can do it if necessary! Can you take me to the next game after you do it?"
"If you really know how to do it, that's fine."
(End of chapter)
