California Spangle had been panting as she spoke, but even if she had spoken with steady breath, Kitasan Black, who struggled with the language, would not have understood her.
But she did not need to understand anything to know that she had lost the Practice Race.
With over 300 meters left to the Finish Line, she had already sensed that something was wrong.
It was not a matter of stamina, because even now, after finishing the race, she knew clearly that she still had strength left.
And obviously, California Spangle before her was still panting heavily, while her own breathing had gradually steadied. That was the best proof that she still had plenty of stamina.
What she had sensed was that despite having enough stamina left, she could no longer increase her speed.
Not only could she not speed up, but there were even faint signs of her slowing down.
After noticing that, she still did not give up. She continued relying on the training she had repeated day after day to launch one final sprint.
The result was that her uneasy feeling came true.
With the Finish Line right in front of her, she lost speed.
That shocked her greatly. She desperately tried to figure out what had gone wrong, and she also wanted to ask Anjing Zhen what exactly had happened.
If it were Anjing Zhen, he would definitely understand what was going on. Kitasan Black firmly believed that.
But when she heard California Spangle speak, she froze for a moment. Instinctively trying to figure out what she had just heard meant, she followed along and said, "California... you really ran amazingly, ahaha, I lost... So then, we..."
She wanted to ask whether they should continue with the next turf Practice Race.
She could feel it clearly. Although