As Kitasan Black passed through the first turn and second turn, what she felt was completely different from when she had passed through the third and fourth turns for the first time.
The last time she took those turns, even though she had listened to Anjing Zhen's pre-race analysis and instructions and gone through plenty of rehearsals and training, the pressure and suffocation had still left her gasping.
The breaths of the opponents ahead, behind, and to her left intertwined, their chaotic rhythms battering against her without pause. It was like being stuck in a quagmire, every step painfully difficult.
For several moments, she keenly noticed that her breathing had become rapid and disordered, while the movement of her limbs had been so restricted that she could barely use them properly.
It felt as if she were trapped in an invisible cage, obstacles on every side with no way to break through.
Her nerves had been like tightly strung piano wire, stretched taut enough to snap at the slightest touch.
But now, having seized the only opportunity and exploded forward to claim the Lead Position, she felt as though she had leapt from a dark abyss into a bright sky.
Her limbs stretched freely, each lift and landing of her legs filled with familiar strength and rhythm.
The track beneath her feet seemed like a tamed dragon, allowing her to race wildly across its back.
The wind howled toward her, yet it seemed to be cheering her on.
What little fatigue she had felt scattered with the wind, leaving her utterly exhilarated.
Her breathing was long and steady, her heart pounding powerfully. Every breath carried oxygen into her lungs, then into her heart, flooding her entire body with an endless supply of energy.
Her view was incomparably open, with nothing