When Philippe was introduced, he bowed in the direction of the stands, and then slowly raised his hands from his sides to the top of his head, palms facing each other, and applauded solemnly in a certain rhythm.

"Smack, smack, smack".

The applause was very clear, and Bruce and the others also began to applaud according to his rhythm, and motioned for the people around them to follow.

Then, it seemed that this way of cheering was very novel, and more and more viewers spontaneously joined in.

In the end, I dare not say 100%, but at least 3 or 4 thousand spectators were clapping to the rhythm of Philip, as if participating in some strange and interesting ritual.

The applause went from slow to fast, and faster and faster, and the audience's emotions became more and more high.

Until the pace of applause increased to a limit and became loud, Philip suddenly stopped what he was doing and fired a series of flying kisses into the audience.

"Hehe, it's kind of interesting. On the rostrum, a middle-aged man in his fifties said with a smile.

"It's just grandstanding. Another gray-haired man said disdainfully.

But no matter what, the atmosphere in the arena was completely ignited, and everyone remembered the handsome face and the name of the little knight.

Philip didn't know why he did it, it was a completely sudden impulse that made him desperate to show himself on this stage and make his name remembered by everyone.

According to the priority agreement, Philip picked the third track inside, and he put his hair back together and tied it into a ponytail to look very spirited.

Touching Natalie's pulse, a little fast, snorting incessantly, and her pointed ears were also quickly stirring, it seemed that she was a little excited by the atmosphere of the arena.

"Natalie, my girl, relax, it's all up to you today, love you. Philip whispered in Natalie's ear.

As far as the eye can see, many riders are doing the same actions as him, but it is not clear whether they are just as effective.

The referee prompts that the race is about to start, and all the riders get on their horses and enter the track.

Philip finally tightened the saddle, lifted her body beautifully, and sat down comfortably on Natalie's back.

The flag in front of it was changing colors, and when the flag turned green, a loud whistle sounded, and the moment the blocker was brought down, ten unicorns carrying their knights rushed out of the starting point.

The 5-kilometre sprint course is 1,600 metres per lap, which means that in addition to the 200 metres at the starting point, each competitor will run three laps around the elliptical course.

No snatching of the track is allowed until the first corner, and this short 700-metre straight will be the foundation for the first group to take the lead.

Sure enough, as Philip expected, the top three were Chasing Light, Hannah and Natalie herself.

Hannah and Natalie go neck and neck, and Chasing Light relies on a better bloodline to temporarily lead a head position.

Hannah happened to be on the second track to the left of Philip, while Chasing Light was not ranked high in the technical race and was only assigned to the sixth track on the outside.

The unicorns were fat and strong, their bulging muscles bringing powerful explosiveness, and their thick hooves smashed into the dirt with great frequency.

With only ten horses, there was a deafening sound, like a thousand horses.

Viewed from the front, the monstrous horns and majestic bodies seemed to crush anything that stood in their way.

Countless pieces of dirt and grass clippings flew from beneath their feet, shrouding them in smoke and dust wherever they passed.

The riders clamp their legs tightly, use their inner muscles to feel the state of their partners underneath, lift their hips, lean their heads forward, and try to shrink into a ball to reduce the resistance of the air, making it look like they are squatting on the back of a horse.

There is not a single mediocre player who can get here, and they have all done targeted training, which can be seen from their uniform movements.

Philip just watched his opponent's position with his spare eyes and focused his main energy on his own front.

You can't grab the track just yet, so you need to keep it as straight as possible to save every breath.

Natalie was in quite good shape today, she was a little frightened by the race that day, and Philip slept with Natalie in the stable for the past two days, so that the somewhat sensitive Natalie girl quickly settled down and was not affected too much.

No wonder Bruce always said that Philip was even more fond of Natalie than he was for people.

In just a few seconds, halfway through the first straight, Natalie was a little fiercely battling with Hannah next to her, still tied for second place.

And the leading chasing light has extended the advantage to half a position.

Philip is not in a hurry, this is just the beginning, Natalie's strengths will be reflected in the second half of the game, and now all he needs to do is to stay firmly in the first group.

Soon, the first corner is just around the corner, and rushing through here will be a more fierce battle for position.

Philip adjusted his center of gravity and leaned to the left, as if hanging from Natalie's side, his back less than ten centimeters away from Hannah.

Coyol was very experienced, and he was not disturbed by Philip's proximity in the slightest, and remained calm.

Borrowing a smaller turning radius, Hannah was the first to rush out of the corner, even if it wasn't a fist away.

Natalie followed, while the perimeter chasing lost the early advantage due to the longer distance, and barely finished third.

If you look closely, you will find that the movements of Kauyol and Philippe are neat and natural.

Not only does it not affect the horse's turning, but it also provides a more stable centripetal force, which is due to the mastery of the horse's body rhythm and the tacit understanding developed over the long period of cooperation.

Marbury on the back of Chasing Light is slightly inferior, his thick arms hold the reins tightly, and he is slightly stiff and sluggish to complete the sideways movements, and it seems that he is not very proficient in the rhythm of Chasing Light's body.

It's like a driver who is used to driving a Jetta, you give him an Aston Martin and feel the power under his feet, but he may not dare to drift quickly.

Entering the second straight, all the riders invariably began to cut inside and lean towards the innermost track.

The distance between the unicorns has suddenly shrunk, almost close together, and collisions and squeezes between small areas are everywhere.

Philip could clearly hear the shouting and screams of pain coming from behind him, but fortunately there was no accident as a result.

His opponents were still the same two, and as the match reached its climax, the position of the first group was clear, which was the Philippe three.

The outermost track is the chasing light, although it is a little faster, but the innermost two tracks are already occupied by the two Philip.

No matter how much Marbury pushed, Chasing Light could only go toe-to-toe with the two on the periphery, but there was nothing he could do to cut inside in front of them.

Little by little, Philip cut inwards, unobtrusively trying to press Hannah to the innermost position against the railing.

But Coyol reacted quickly, cutting back with the same decisiveness, not sparing horsepower to squeeze Philip out.

The two of them secretly competed on par, full of experience and wisdom, which made countless knowledgeable people secretly admire.

Soon, the three riders turned into the second corner, and whether to cut inside and follow behind the two, or continue to press on the outside, Marbury hesitated, and neither was reconciled.

In this corner, perhaps the view was disturbed by the tall railing next to her, or the angle of the turn was too large, Hannah did not take advantage of the inside advantage, but was caught up by Natalie a little, and the two riders still went into the second lap side by side.

And chasing the light with some embarrassment, he was still unwilling to follow and chose to accelerate in the outer circle.

As a result, after entering the straight again, he had officially fallen into third place, half a distance behind the horse's body, and it seemed that he still had no solution to his stiff cornering problem.

Marbury was a little annoyed.

Born into a family of barons and educated in the Royal Academy, he was a proud son of heaven and arrogant, and his growth was accompanied by countless praises and higher expectations.

One year ahead of schedule, he gave up the mount that had followed him for several years, and spared no effort to buy the noble bloodline chasing light at a high price to prepare for this competition.

Before the race, he had set the ambition to win the first individual championship for the college and the family, fantasizing about the glory and envy of standing on the podium.

But maybe it's because the talent for riding is not enough, or the more noble the bloodline, the more sensitive the unicorn's heart is, and a year has passed, he still hasn't established a good tacit understanding with Chasing Light, and it's a little difficult to control.

The straights did improve dramatically, but they were far from trained in terms of detail, especially following the horse's groove.

Every time he makes a turn at high speed or a bump in a rough section, he will always be a little stiff because of the lack of sufficient stability, and he will lose sight of one or the other.

As a result, he only finished sixth in the technical competition, and all he received was the disdainful gaze of his peers.

For several days, this frustration tormented Marbury's sensitive and fragile heart.

Marbury swung his whip desperately, hoping to recoup the disadvantage on the straight, but neglected to see the light draining more energy on the perimeter.

That little bit of superiority in the bloodline can't make up for the difference in technology and position.

He was still half a position behind until the first corner of lap 2, and it was expected that the gap would continue to widen after this corner.

He was a little anxious, and the thought that what awaited him would be the disappointed gazes of his division commanders and the ridicule of his companions, Marbury's movements stiffened even more, and he almost didn't even step on the stirrup as he lay low sideways.

The boy's eyes were a little blood-red, and he didn't know if it was caused by the oncoming strong wind.

Looking at Philip's steady figure in the position of reaching in front of him, Marbury felt an irrepressible evil thought welling up in his heart.

His right hand slapped Chasing Light's hind legs, leaving a clear red mark, and under the pain of Chasing Light, his body suddenly rushed forward.

Marbury's left hand took the reins inward, right on Philip's right.

Without missing a trace, he cocked the pointed end of his boot, flipped it slightly outward, and kicked it at Philip's calf.