Tightening the reins, Xu Fan's wildly violent cold-blooded horse reared up, stopping directly at the starting line.
From being behind to overtaking, all of this took less than a minute.
Atop the rearing cold-blooded horse, the young man was spirited, like an unparalleled and independent Great General; to everyone watching, it was awe-inspiring.
To turn the impossible into possible, to achieve an overwhelming victory over Li Junxiu under such a huge gap, this low-profile young man was probably not as simple as he seemed...
"Among men, Lu Bu; among horses, Diaochan..."
Thinking of the phrase Xu Fan had joked with earlier, Li Qinghe stood frozen in place, unable to help but smile bitterly.
Li had thought that what awaited Xu Fan was merciless humiliation, but who knew her worries were superfluous...
This guy, he must have predicted early on that the winner of this horse race, could only be himself.
