"Don't rush to conclusions just yet, the race has just begun..." someone raised a doubt.
"Yeah, it's always the same few experienced folks who win in every competition. What big waves can a newbie stir up..." another said disdainfully.
On the field.
Black Whirlwind was still leading, way ahead of the others. Wang Xiaoqiang was here to make a statement, to put it nicely, it was for honor, and furthermore, with both Xia and Jenny having placed bets on him, he could not afford to slack off for even a moment.
Black Whirlwind had fully unleashed its potential. If it hadn't met Wang Xiaoqiang, it might just have been a big horse with a strong body and a wild temperament, usually untrained by anyone. But since meeting Wang Xiaoqiang, it was no longer just an ordinary horse; it became a Spirit Horse. Though lacking training compared to other racehorses, with the aid of Wang Xiaoqiang's Spiritual Energy, it was like a tiger with wings added.
