701: The Finale
Three hundred meters—in front of world-class racehorses, that was only eighteen or nineteen seconds. Before world-top horses like Windfire, Holy Light, Flame Thorn, Bloodhoof, Azure Flame, Golden Arrow, and Skywing Horse, it was even less, probably two or three seconds earlier.
What could be done in less than twenty seconds?
Here, it could decide countless people's jobs, futures, and even the life or death of some.
"Not good! Azure Flame has been boxed out!"
"Damn it! Windfire's jockey is too underhanded! He's forcing Azure Flame to the outside, making it run a longer distance!"
Seeing the scene, Wang Hao and Jiang Jun began grinding their teeth.
Xu Jie started cursing too. "Damn it! This was definitely planned! They didn't let us take a good position at all!"
In horse races over relatively long distances, taking the bend was a technical skill. If you took the bend well, you could run a little less distance, burst out of the turn from a more advantageous position, then explode into a sprint at a faster, better pace—gaining a few tenths of a second.
And here, never mind a few tenths of a second—even a few hundredths were fatal.
"The final sprint!"
Cheng Feihu looked at Windfire and Azure Flame in despair.
It had to be said that both horses were among the finest racehorses in the world today. Especially today, they had both run at the absolute pinnacle of world-class speed, speed capable of challenging for first place in the world. Even if they failed this time, they would still receive widespread attention and a steady stream of wealth.
But Cheng Feihu could not bring himself to be happy. Once they lost this time, not only would his assets shrink drastically, Zhou You and the others would be driven close