A Single Sliding Tackle Instantly Took Down Special Week
In the arena, Anjing Zhen was, just like in the previous round, loosening up his joints, his gaze fixed on Special Week across from him as she bounced in place to work her ankles.
As though psyching herself up, Special Week bounced for a while, puffed out her cheeks, pressed a hand to her chest, and let out a long breath.
Then, looking surprised, she gave him a silly grin and waved.
"Um—this round, I'll be Anjing's opponent! I'll do my best to escape, um. Anjing, do your best too."
"Thanks. I will."
As he answered with a smile, Anjing Zhen stopped stretching and swiftly swept his gaze over Special Week's entire body.
He immediately recognized that, compared to Einis Fushin's somewhat casual stance just now, Special Week... was getting serious.
After exchanging greetings, the Horse Girl's posture and aura visibly changed.
Her neck stretched slightly forward. Her arms and legs staggered slightly, one before and one behind, while her upper body lowered with the motion.
Her ears twitched every few moments, and her tail swayed back and forth in a peculiar rhythm.
This was a standard Start Gate stance, one commonly used by Horse Girls skilled in the Saki-Chasi Running Style.
And throughout Special Week's racing career, Saki-Chasi was precisely the style she excelled at most.
"...You can only say she really lives up to being a Horse Girl. In any competition—no, in any competition related to speed, she thinks about how to win." Anjing Zhen's thoughts raced.
"All I can say is, that's a Horse Girl for you. In any competition—no, in any competition involving speed, they'll always be thinking about how to win.
"But then again, I don't want to lose either—"
As he thought, his peripheral vision