A flash of lightning.
Game McQueen's pale purple hair seemed to have been completely dyed in the colors of her skill.
Golden yellow, blue and gold, golden red...
It had turned into a tricolor painting, yet it continued to flow, as though divine radiance were streaming through it. Her features could not be seen, yet the sight was enough to make everyone shudder.
It was as if there were no bottom to her at all.
Like an abyss.
Ready to devour anyone!
Her speed continued to rise.
She continued accelerating.
Going berserk the moment the middle section began meant she would have to run the remaining 1,500 meters after the start.
High intensity, extreme ferocity! She was even competing against herself.
Her next second was always faster than the one before!
Was this still a human being?
Every time she passed a 500-meter marker, machines would record the data in real time.
The commentator's mouth hung open. He could no longer make a sound.
The entire venue felt utterly silent.
Only the Uma Musume trampling the grass made the slightest noise.
During the first 500 meters, Little Griseo seemed to be taking a stroll.
During the second 500 meters, Little Griseo began to get serious.
During the third 500 meters, she easily opened up a lead of eleven horse lengths over second place.
And now, at the fourth 500 meters...
Her instantaneous speed.
It had already exploded to an astonishing 112 m/s.
Under ordinary circumstances, without the influence of the track, giving it her all, it would not have been impossible.
But now!
She was running at this level even while resisting the pressure of the track.
How terrifying was that?!
The remaining 500 meters passed in the blink of an eye.
At her current instantaneous speed of 114 m/s,