Chapter 84
Chapter 84:
Sylvie stole a quick glance ahead—only a third of the lap remained. Rosie was gaining ground. If Rosie pressed forward a little harder, she had a real chance of winning first place.
“Rosie, now’s your chance! Push harder!” Sylvie called out.
Vivian also called out, “Go, Rosie! You can do it p>
Brenna instantly pieced their plan together. A cold smirk played on her lips, her gaze sharpening with fierce determination. She ran a reassuring hand over her horse’s mane before raising her whip. “Let’s show them what we’ve got!” she muttered.
As if fueled by her determination, her horse burst forward with sudden, explosive speed, charging between Sylvie’s and Jordy’s horses. The sheer force of its acceleration shattered their blockade, forcing its way through.
Realizing Brenna was about to break free, Jordy and Sylvie acted without hesitation, kicking at Brenna.
Gasps echoed through the crowd, followed by furious shouts.
“Shameless tactics p>
But neither Sylvie nor Jordy cared about fairness anymore. They were not letting Brenna win.
They kicked ruthlessly, aiming directly at Brenna’s horse’s head and Brenna.
Brenna reacted instantly, flattening herself against her horse’s back, her body low. She knew the race rules—any deliberate attack on another rider meant instant disqualification.
Retaliation wasn’t an option. So she snapped her whip again, urging her horse onward. The response was immediate. The horse lunged forward with even greater force, its sheer momentum unsettling Sylvie and Jordy. Their attacks missed completely, and before they could regain their balance, both tumbled off their horses.
They hit the ground hard, rolling multiple times in a chaotic crash.
Vivian, following close behind, saw it unfold. Her breath hitched as she realized the danger—her horse’s hooves were about to come down on them. A cold sweat spread across her body. At this speed, if they were trampled by her horse, they might not survive.
Jordy and Sylvie crashed onto the track, the impact jarring. Just as Jordy lifted his head, he caught sight of Vivian’s horse thundering straight toward them. Instinct took over—he grabbed Sylvie and rolled them both to the side in time.
Had they hesitated for even a second, they would have been trampled beneath the charging horse.
Meanwhile, Brenna had already crossed the finish line, securing first place in the tenth group.
The electronic scoreboard flashed her time—it was identical to Alex’s. The crowd burst into deafening applause. Had it not been for the interference, Brenna could have easily surpassed Alex. Finally, someone had come along who could challenge Alex.