CHAPTER 340: 136 DEFEATED SUBORDINATE_3

The Fierce Wind lived up to its reputation as a purebred stallion. At the sound of the whistle, it bolted ahead without hesitation, taking the lead with an unstoppable momentum like an army of thousands.

The small pony, unwilling to fall behind, chased closely.

On the track, the two horses engaged in a fierce pursuit. The figures riding them moved with the ebb and flow of the chase.

"Coach, this, this, this...!" The horse trainer widened his eyes in disbelief.

This was originally meant to be a ridiculously one-sided race, with the outcome decided before it began.

Who would have thought that this pony would have the courage to challenge the purebred stallion head-on? It was truly unexpected.

"This pony is a descendant of Norman horses imported from abroad a while ago. Horses of this breed are gentle and brave but mature slowly. However, if trained by an excellent horse handler, they can rival purebred stallions."

The horse trainer watched the calm and steady red figure in the arena excitedly: "She’s skilled at handling horses and even understands horse language. What an extraordinary prodigy at such a young age."

Guan Tao attentively followed the two riders on the field. Just as the horse trainer said, the purebred stallion naturally had the advantage in genetics—it was destined to win. Under the oppressive weight of its pedigree, other smaller horses wouldn’t even muster the courage to compete.

But this pony not only stepped onto the track but dared to stand its ground and compete head-to-head. Far from being left behind, it pursued relentlessly, clinging close.

Guan Tao’s gaze deepened. The red-clad girl had mastery in equestrian skill; her control over the pony turned it into an unstoppable force, fierce and unyielding, almost as if performing a miracle.

In contrast, Leng Yunyang’s Fierce Wind depended entirely on its pedigree advantage. While the stallion excelled in speed, its nature was prideful and sensitive, and its biggest flaw was its fragility.

This was the quintessential flaw of these wealthy heirs—they assumed everything in life could be built upon piles of money. While basking in the superiority of their bloodlines, they ignored one word: miracles.

The final hundred meters, the sprint phase began.

The Fierce Wind, famous for its speed, excelled in sprints. However, the relentless chase by the small pony agitated it. In its worldview, inferior ponies shouldn’t even share the same track, let alone compete against it. Now, this pony dared to challenge its dignity and status as a purebred stallion.

Leng Yunyang frowned, sensing the Fierce Wind’s disgruntled mood. He barked an order and lashed the whip.

Shen You’an narrowed her eyes, her body leaning forward until her upper torso was nearly parallel to the horse’s back.

Beneath her helmet, her delicate features appeared even more refined, and her eyes behind the goggles burned with twin fires. No matter how thorny the road ahead, it seemed she could scorch everything in her way.

"Hyah!" With a clear and commanding voice, the girl shouted as her whip snapped sharply through the air, seeming to split the atmosphere, tearing apart all obstacles before her.

The whip struck the pony, and its piercing cry rang through the sky. Hidden within its small frame lay boundless strength. Its slender and muscular legs sprang upward—man and steed, agile as the wind, swift like a hare.

The spectators watched with pounding hearts, some even squeezing their fists in anticipation for Shen You’an. Gasps erupted as they saw the pony surpass Fierce Wind, with Shen You’an leading Leng Yunyang by a horse’s length.

Brilliant—truly brilliant!

Leng Yunyang refused to concede. Fierce Wind leveraged its purebred advantage, once again overtaking the pony.

As they approached the critical defining moments of the final showdown, Jiang Shengyao clenched his fists tightly and shouted, "Shen You’an, keep it up!"

Gao Yuyue cupped her hands around her mouth like a makeshift megaphone, her voice several decibels louder than Jiang Shengyao’s.

"Leng Yunyang, you liar! You promised me as a kid you’d marry me when we grew up. You’ve probably forgotten all about it, haven’t you? Well, I haven’t, and I’m keeping score!"

Jiang Shengyao stared at Gao Yuyue in shock.

Gao Yuyue’s eyes lit up as she suddenly jumped up in excitement: "Leng Yunyang, you lost—this is the karma for being a liar!"

Shen You’an reined in her horse and looked back with a beaming smile at Leng Yunyang. "Thanks for letting me win."

Leng Yunyang, however, showed no embarrassment. With raised eyebrows, he asked curiously, "I’m genuinely curious—where did you learn that impressive equestrian skill of yours?"

Based on Shen You’an’s background records, she had never had the resources to learn horseback riding.

The mysteries surrounding this girl only seemed to deepen.

What could he do? He was utterly fascinated.

Shen You’an raised her eyebrows, exuding the pride of a victorious champion. "You’re a loser, not entitled to know."

"Also, I hope you keep your promise and stop pestering me. It’s truly annoying."

With that, she turned and rode off without a glance back.

Ahead, cheers and applause awaited her.

Leng Yunyang raised an eyebrow, gently stroking Fierce Wind’s agitated form. "What can we do? We’ve been rejected."