An Indescribable Feeling

Zhang Jun stood on his chair, waving both arms and roaring. Luo Fei and Lin Zhi were shouting too, while a tear slowly slid from the corner of Lin Zhi's eye.

Beside them, Feet on the Ground's owner, trainer, and representatives from the breeding farm were also pumping their fists and yelling.

On the track, the two horses ran neck and neck.

Ding Peng gritted his teeth, his left-hand whip swinging continuously in a rhythm of one strike followed by three displays. He could feel that his partner beneath him had already given everything he had; every step was supported purely by determination.

Shan Yao's vision had begun to blur. Her right hand held the whip, striking Shadow Hunter's hindquarters again and again, while her left hand could only keep pushing, pushing.

Li Mengfei and his partner each shouted one name over and over. "Shadow Hunter! Feet on the Ground! Shadow Hunter! Feet on the Ground! Shadow Hunter or Feet on the Ground! They've hit the line!"

The two horses crossed the line at the same time! Was it Shadow Hunter or Feet on the Ground? Shadow Hunter or Feet on the Ground!"

Their voices echoed through the racecourse, but Zhang Jun could no longer hear them. He simply stood there blankly, watching the red and brown figures on the track gradually slow down.

A dead heat required a photo finish ruling.

Beside him, Lin Zhi, Luo Fei, and Zheng Shan had already begun to pray. Feet on the Ground's trainer and the others nearby were also praying to the heavens for victory.

Feet on the Ground's owner walked over. He was a broad, stout, kind-faced middle-aged man in his forties, and traces of excitement still lingered on his face.

He extended his hand to Zhang Jun. "You're Shadow Hunter's