With a sudden burst of force, her muscles tensed instantly. Gold Ship felt like a fully drawn bowstring, her entire body brimming with endless power.
She began her final sprint.
Her silver-gray long hair danced wildly in the wind, snapping like a banner.
A blazing fire burned in her pale pink eyes—the desire for victory.
Her breathing grew more rapid, yet her rhythm remained perfectly controlled.
Every breath seemed to suck all the air around her into her body, turning it into momentum for every step forward.
Her strides became swifter and more powerful. Each time the horseshoe-studded soles of her Victory Outfit struck the ground, they left a deep imprint.
She gradually closed in on Kitasan Black.
At that moment, the commentator's voice, shrill with extreme excitement to the point of cracking, tore through the air of the racecourse, tense enough to have frozen solid:
"Final stretch! Final 310 meters! The final and most glorious finish of the year...
"The final clash!"
His voice sounded as though it had been scorched by fire, rough and hoarse, yet brimming with passion enough to set hearts ablaze. Every word he shouted landed heavily upon the spectators' hearts:
"Gold Ship has surged forward! She's surged forward without disappointing the crowd! The great ship riding wind and waves is about to reach the harbor!
"But...
"She isn't the only one on the final stage!"
The commentator abruptly raised his voice, as if pouring out every last bit of emotion:
"Kitasan Black is still in the lead! Kitasan Black remains in first place!
"Katsuno Stone has finally surged up! After fighting all race long, she's finally broken through the line ahead and charged forward!
"Golden Lyric, Wanlai Zhengming, Clear Sky! They're side by side with Gold Ship!
"This is the finale of a chaotic