Eyes unblinking, he watched Kitasan Black, determining her most likely escape routes from every shift in her gaze and movement.
He then flexibly adjusted his pace and route based on those split-second judgments.
This was the tactical approach he had planned, and also the most fundamental approach in this kind of Chase Race.
Against such an approach, if an unfamiliar opponent made even one or two mistakes, victory could be declared.
And in the mere few seconds after the start, he had keenly noticed that Kitasan Black had hesitated at least twice.
Without bothering to consider what she had hesitated over, he simply chased after her with even greater effort.
Then, two seconds later, he successfully lunged forward and caught the hem of Kitasan Black's tracksuit.
In Chase Races and Extreme Sports, falling was a common occurrence, as were techniques for avoiding injury from falls.
Skillfully using the momentum to roll across the ground and disperse the impact, Anjing Zhen got to his feet, dusted off his clothes, and met Kitasan Black's worried expression with a faintly satisfied smile.
"Trainer, you're not hurt, are you?" Kitasan Black asked first, looking him over from head to toe.
"Nothing serious. Don't worry, I'm used to it."
After reassuring her simply, Anjing Zhen gradually grew serious.
"Rather than my condition, I want to ask—did you hesitate just now?"
"Huh? Trainer, you noticed?"
Kitasan Black froze for a moment, then nodded with surprise filling her eyes. "I did... But it wasn't really hesitation. I was just thinking about what tactics you would use, and then..."
She pressed her lips together, her gaze turning thoughtful.
"If I'm not mistaken, Trainer... you must have predicted what I was thinking beforehand?"
Anjing Zhen nodded approvingly, his expression becoming increasingly serious as he turned back toward the "scaffolding"