Chapter 1670 - Face-slapping, Round 1 (3)

Chapter 1670: Face-slapping, Round 1 (3) Run!
Run faster!
Frustrated and infuriated, Sefiro gripped the reins and kept urging Lightbolt,
Faster! Faster! Why are you so slow?!

Lightbolt was so angry that it wanted to give up.
Who did she just call slow?
In fact, it had never run this fast before!
Lightbolt exhaled impatiently.
Sefiro snapped,
Stop whining! If you lose, I’ll skin you and turn you into horse meat stew!

Anger and afraid, Lightbolt picked up speed again.
With the sudden burst of energy, the distance between the two horses grew shorter and shorter…
1000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters…
Sefiro was finally appeased.
But she was still frustrated.

This Feng Wu really is a piece of work!

Her horse is amazing, but she just had to pretend that it was useless. She fooled me!

She then caught up with me and ran past me. What a schemer!

Sefiro clenched her fists and went scarlet in the face.

No! I can’t lose! I absolutely can’t!

I can lose to anyone but Feng Wu!

I would rather die than lose to someone as scheming as Feng Wu!

Lightbolt! Faster! Catch up with her!

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Lightbolt ran like there was no tomorrow.
Because of its sudden burst of energy, Lightbolt’s face twisted. It looked like its blood was boiling.
Waving her whip, Sefiro yelled,
Faster! Faster! We only have 100 meters left! You’ll soon catch up with her! Run!

Lightbolt picked up speed again.
Its blood capillaries burst and blood oozed out, painting it red.
When Sefiro touched the horse and saw the blood on her hand, she was shocked.
How did Lightbolt…
However, seeing that Feng Wu was right ahead of her, Sefiro struck the horse with her whip again.
Faster!

Lightbolt was already reaching its limit. When the whip hit it, it flinched and nearly tripped.
Luckily, it soon steadied itself and kept running.
Sefiro always kept her word. The horse knew that if it didn’t win, she really would skin it and turn it into a stew.
All the noise made Feng Wu look over her shoulder curiously, and what she saw made her frown.
Sefiro, you’re pushing too hard. Your horse is exhausted and you’re still forcing it to speed up?

Seeing how casual Feng Wu and her horse were, Sefiro was furious. She snorted and said,
It’s none of your business!

Feng Wu shrugged.
Fine. I won’t meddle then. I’ll just win.

Sefiro said,
You —

Feng Wu waved at her.
Come. Follow me.

Lightbolt was so exhausted that it was on the verge of collapsing. The endpoint was still an hour away, and Sefiro knew very well that Lightbolt wouldn’t make it.
What should she do?
Sefiro racked her brain for a solution.
Feng Wu rode casually. Right now, she and Sefiro were almost neck to neck.