Eight Min Dirt Championship Cup · Part Two

Shan Yao was utterly bewildered. The tremendous force nearly dragged her off the horse, and she landed hard on Shadow Hunter's back.

The pain in her rear snapped Shan Yao back to her senses. She immediately lowered her body, let the reins all the way out, and reduced wind resistance as much as possible.

"To hell with the tactics! With a start this good, we're obviously breaking away! Go, go, go!"

Shan Yao clamped her legs around Shadow Hunter's barrel and drove him forward with all her strength.

Zhang Jun and the others rose to their feet in shock, watching Shadow Hunter open up a gap the instant the gates opened.

Lin Zhi looked stunned, then started waving his arms. "Break away! Break away! Forget the tactics! Just break away!"

Watching Shan Yao crouch low and furiously drive Shadow Hunter at the neck, Lin Zhi flung up both arms. "Good! Keep doing that!"

"Shadow Hunter! An outstanding start! Jockey Shan Yao has crouched down and begun driving him, choosing to take the lead in accordance with that speed!"

The race caller shouted.

In the stands, Shadow Hunter's supporters waved their cheering gear in unison and roared, "Shadow Hunter will win! Shadow Hunter will win!"

Aboard Feet on the Ground, Ding Peng gave a few pushes after the start and seized a fairly decent forward position within the pack. Then he raised his head and looked ahead.

"What is that?!"

Ding Peng was completely dumbfounded.

How had Shadow Hunter gotten that far ahead? That wasn't in the pre-race plan at all!

Never mind. Follow him!

After being stunned for two seconds, Ding Peng considered the speed gap between Feet on the Ground and Shadow Hunter, then remembered that Feet on the Ground had superior stamina. Gritting his teeth, he pulled Feet