บท 1671: Face-slapping, Round 2 (1)

However, Feng Wu's horse was full of energy and had no trouble maintaining its speed.

Sefiro's Lightbolt, on the other hand, was bleeding and pushing its limits.

One horse was full of energy while the other one was almost exhausted; it didn't take a genius to predict what was going to happen.

"Do you think you're going to win? In your dreams!"

Seeing how unhurried Feng Wu was, Sefiro was furious. She threw a dirty look at Feng Wu.

Feng Wu only shrugged at her.

The more unperturbed she was, the angrier Sefiro got.

She thought she was definitely going to win at first, and she had been so much faster than Feng Wu! This competition should never have been an issue! Yet…

Despite all the "should haves," it was Feng Wu who was winning!

How did this even happen?!

Sefiro was filled with rage and frustration.

Suddenly, something flickered in her eyes.