Chapter 92
Chapter 92:
Brenna leaned into the motion, flattening herself against her horse’s back, synchronizing her rhythm with its strides, moving as one.
The male competitor behind her did the same, whipping his horse and adjusting his posture. Fueled by the pain of the whip, his horse also picked up speed.
The wind roared in Brenna’s ears. Within half a lap, she had reached Alex’s side, matching his pace. Then, as if savoring the moment, she turned her head toward him and smirked. With one swift motion, she flipped him off.
With another sharp crack of her whip, Brenna urged her horse forward once more, and within seconds, she surged past Alex, widening the gap by over two meters.
Alex’s face twisted in rage. His grip tightened around the reins. Then, he pressed a hidden button on his ring. A half-inch spike slid out. He stabbed it into his horse’s back.
Blood seeped through the horse’s white coat, a glaring red streak staining its mane.
The agonized horse, startled by the sudden pain, lunged forward toward the finish line.
But Brenna’s horse was no ordinary steed. No matter how much Alex whipped his, it refused to maintain the pace. Instead of accelerating, it started to slow down.
Behind Alex, the male competitor seized his chance and surged forward, overtaking Alex effortlessly.
Without hesitation, he flipped Alex off as he sped ahead.
Alex’s panic skyrocketed. He couldn’t even get second place now. He pounded his fists against his horse’s back, demanding more speed. More blood spilled down the horse’s flanks, the trails starkly visible. Without warning, the horse veered sideways, kicking out violently with its hind legs and throwing Alex off.
The horse, as if exacting revenge, raised its front hooves and then brought them crashing down—aimed directly at Alex’s chest.
Alex’s face drained of color. Terrified, he scrambled to roll away. But he wasn’t fast enough to avoid the hit completely, and one of the horse’s hooves came down on his right leg.
“Ah!” he screamed in pain, his face contorted in agony. Sweat beaded on his forehead as pain rendered him motionless.
His right leg was broken by the hit.
From the stands, the crowd erupted into cheers.
Brenna crossed the finish line, her victory indisputable.
The white horse seemed dissatisfied with a single act of retribution. After stomping on Alex once, it reared up again, hooves suspended in the air before crashing down with brutal force—this time, directly onto Alex’s pelvis.
A stunned silence settled over the arena. Every spectator held their breath, eyes locked on Alex, almost rooting for the horse to dole out further punishment.