Ethereal as a Flying Sword

Zhang Jun picked up his binoculars and set them on the bridge of his nose, his gaze locked firmly on Flying Cloud Colt.

This was his habit whenever he watched his own racehorses compete. As soon as a horse left the straight in front of the stands, he would raise his binoculars and watch it until the final straight. Zhang Jun hoped that doing so could somehow lend the colt strength.

"An excellent position!"

Zheng Xing was a little excited. Flying Cloud Colt was currently at the front of the stalking group, half a length behind the pace-setters. Another half-length back, there was a horse following on either side.

He said, "Following behind the front-running pack, it has Number Eight at the back of the pace-setters blocking the wind ahead. The horses behind can't match Flying Cloud Colt's cruising speed, and there's room on both sides. It can pull out at any time."

Zhang Jun nodded silently.

The field entered the first turn. Flying Cloud Colt remained at the front of the stalking group, with the nine-horse pace-setting group half a length ahead. Two lengths in front of that were the two horses in the leading group.

"They're entering the first turn. Mindu's first two turns are very wide. What will Wind Chaser choose to do? Maintain its speed and cover more ground, or slow down to hold a good spot on the rail?"

The commentator's voice carried over. Aboard Wind Chaser, Chen Wei shot a cold glance at Luo He, who was clinging tightly behind him on the Min River Flood Dragon, looking utterly flustered, and cursed inwardly.

"Damn it. Last year, when you rode Slashing Blade, you fought me for the lead and got us both beaten in the end. And now you're doing it again in the