HLM – Chapter 1085  The Emperor Ascends the Throne

In horse racing, a false start is called “stealing the foot.” Just like in athletics, the first false start receives a warning, while the second results in immediate disqualification.

Through the binoculars, Wang Bo saw that Tuhao Jin (Tuhao Jin) looked completely unconcerned, while Malong’s eyes drooped low, giving off a lifeless aura. In short, neither horse nor rider cared about this minor infraction.

Once all the horses were roughly in position, the starter raised the flag again. With a wave, the thoroughbreds surged forward!

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!” Over a dozen horses thundered out almost simultaneously.

The timer started the stopwatch as soon as the first horse’s head crossed the starting line, and the countdown began on the surrounding screens.

The crowd erupted as the horses charged out:

“Go, Sir Turin! You’re always the best!”

“Yes, Sir Turin! Charge ahead and seize the championship!”

“Excellent! Sir Turin is taking the lead—what an outstanding bastard!”

Others cheered for Boiling Police Car:

“Set a new record! My good boy, run! Run with all your might!”

“Let your soul boil! Let the wind run with you! Faster, bastard, run faster!”

“Police Car never stops! This victory belongs to you, belongs to you, belongs to you!”

These two horses were the most bet-on. Sharp Vision had the greatest fame and the loudest supporters, but few actually wagered heavily on it due to its low odds. Everyone was hoping to hit the jackpot with a surprise.

Amidst the cheering, a golden arrow suddenly shot forward! Tuhao Jin, who hadn’t taken the lead at the start, suddenly accelerated.

The commentator, who had been focused on the front-runner, was shocked:

“Look at lane eight! Oh my God, unbelievable! A bad boy has appeared in lane eight!”

“I can’t believe it! Its legs are so short—how can it run this fast?! Its explosive power is terrifying! This bad boy is accelerating! Sorry, Boiling Police Car, it’s catching up to you!”

In the first 100 meters, all horses must remain in their lanes and cannot cross into another lane to overtake, or it’s considered a foul.

After the 100-meter mark, Malong stood up on Tuhao Jin’s back like a monkey, leaning forward along the horse’s neck. They quickly changed lanes to the next clear path, with Sir Turin in lane ten ahead.

“Overtaking Boiling Police Car, it keeps sprinting—my God, now it’s catching up to Sir Turin too! Did I see that right, gentlemen? This horse went from last place to the second pack in just 100 meters?!”

Passing Sir Turin, Tuhao Jin continued to switch lanes outward.

According to racing rules, riders cannot impede or interfere with other horses and riders, nor can they communicate with them. In the last 200 meters, the leading rider must not ride into the outer lanes to avoid obstructing others.

However, to overtake, a horse must pass on the right side—the outer lane. So Malong first moved Tuhao Jin to the outer track.

Boiling Police Car, a young and spirited horse, got angry seeing itself overtaken and accelerated to reclaim the lead.

But in its haste, it misstepped. Its stride lengthened too much, and the rider, trying to adjust to the sprint, failed to synchronize properly and fell off!

Fortunately, all were professionals. The rider calmly grabbed the reins, slowed Boiling Police Car, remounted, and continued the race.

Wang Bo nervously asked, “Falling off doesn’t affect its qualification?”

Hani nodded: “No. During a race, if a rider falls or a horse leaves the track, they can remount or return to the track at the point of the incident and continue, as long as they don’t obstruct others. Otherwise, they’d be disqualified.”

On the right side of the track, Tuhao Jin ran like no one else existed, entering full acceleration.

The commentator shouted in an ecstatic voice:

“Lane eight! Lane eight! Look at lane eight! My God! It must have rockets strapped to its back! It is a rocket! Look at it shedding boosters! Brilliant! It’s taking the lead!”

Having overtaken Sir Turin, Tuhao Jin prepared to turn the bend. Sharp Vision from behind caught up—it was the defending champion, after all, and very strong.

But Tuhao Jin was on the outer lane, covering more distance than Sharp Vision. Does it matter? In the face of absolute strength, no trick or technique can stop it!

Tuhao Jin’s four legs pumped at a speed barely visible to the naked eye, and despite the outer lane, it ran neck-and-neck with the inner-lane Sharp Vision.

The commentator groaned:

“Sharp Vision must feel completely defeated! Heartbreaking! Lane eight has won! Lane eight destroyed all its rivals! It has left its opponents in despair!”

Running the outer curve faster than the inner lane is indeed a nightmare for other racers.

Even more astonishing:

“My God! Lane eight, Tuhao Jin—yes, that’s the name—still accelerating! Unbelievably accelerating! What is it planning? I must check its test report after the race! If it hasn’t been given stimulants, this horse is a born king!”

The 1,200-meter race seemed to fly by in the blur of galloping hooves.

Entering the final 200 meters, Tuhao Jin was far ahead. Malong suddenly straightened up, and Tuhao Jin instinctively slowed down.

But this didn’t affect their position; second-place Sharp Vision was still several horse lengths behind—a chasm separating them.

Near the finish line, the crowd gasped:

“My God! The champion pulled off a huge upset!”

“Don’t do this! I bet eight thousand! Go, Sharp Vision!”

“It’s charging straight at me—this thing is terrifying!”

“A rising sun ascends in the sky. Years from now, when we recall this day, we’ll remember it forever: all rivals step aside, and Tuhao Jin, the great emperor, ascends the throne!” The commentator declared.

Tuhao Jin crossed the finish line with an undisputed lead, its mane swirling like a whirlwind. It ran another 100 meters before slowing, as per race regulations.

Malong immediately raised his arms, then gripped Tuhao Jin with his legs and began a slow jog along the track.

Looking at the cheering crowd and flashing cameras, the old man was filled with tears, howling toward the sky:

“Ahhhh!”