Don't Even Think About It!

Just then, the cheers from the stands abruptly rose to a whole new level.

The commentator's voice over the broadcast grew even more impassioned, brimming with dramatic intensity:

"Everyone! Let your hearts race! Let your blood boil!"

"Here, the boundary between fantasy and reality is revealed!"

"Here, the final act of tears and laughter will unfold!"

"Much anticipated! After countless fierce battles, seventeen heroes—the Strongest of the Generation—have gathered upon this Dream Stage!"

"Nakayama Racecourse—the Nakayama Racecourse of the Arima Kinen!"

Amid the passionate commentary, everyone's gaze turned toward the track as one.

Seventeen figures, dressed in distinctive and splendid victory outfits, walked steadily and resolutely toward the starting gates lined up in a row under the staff's guidance.

Sunlight fell upon them, outlining silhouettes of strength and beauty, like seventeen warriors about to set foot on the final battlefield.

The atmosphere at the front of the stands instantly became both excited and solemn.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed tightly on the extremely calm figure nearest the Inner Rail, clad in black and gold.

Tokai Teio unconsciously folded her arms. Her sharp gaze swept over the track as her lips moved slightly, and she spoke as if offering an assessment—or confirming something. "Gate One... not the ideal position. So what is the specific arrangement...?"

She did not name anyone, yet everyone present tacitly turned their eyes toward Anjing Zhen.

Anjing Zhen gazed at Kitasan Black, already standing firmly inside Gate One, and gave an answer that surprised most people in a calm voice. "No specific tactical arrangement. There is only one idea: a head-on collision without yielding an inch."

"Huh...?"

"A head-on collision? A direct confrontation?"

"This... just as expected of you, Anjing..."

Other than Agnes Tachyon, Daiwa Scarlet, and Almond Eye, who already knew, all the other