Chapter 119

As the classic decisive battle for the four-year-old horse king, the competition scene is naturally more heated than ever, and everyone is looking forward to it.

Since the Hell King won the title of the season's horse king by winning nine consecutive victories in the last horse racing season, the Hell King and Teng Yunwu, who became famous in one battle, have become the idol horse kings of Hong Kong horse racing fans.

The combination of Teng Yunwu and Ye Tianhui made a stunning debut, but they retired after the battle, becoming the last song in the Hong Kong horse racing world. Naturally, horse racing fans are disappointed.

In addition to being disappointed, they put all their enthusiasm on the Hell King.

But who would have known that just before the Derby, a series of sensational news came out, one after another, shocking everyone's eyes. First, it was suddenly revealed that Lin Jianquan was actually the son of the Meng family, which was simply a sensational TV drama "The Struggle of the Young Master of a Wealthy Family". Then it was reported that Lin Jianquan's mother passed away suddenly, and Lin Jianquan experienced the pain of losing a parent.

Just a few days before the competition, it was inevitable that people were worried about the final round of the Derby, and worried that there would be another variable in the final round.

Finally, the jockey on this day of the competition was replaced, and it was replaced by Chen Zongwan.

The hosts of various horse racing news gave heated comments on this, and everyone had heated debates. Horse racing fans also made careful analysis. The final result of the analysis was that although the King of Hell was invincible, judging from the previous situation when Chen Zongwan rode the King of Hell, he could not fully control and fully tap the potential of the King of Hell.

In order to achieve the unity of man and horse, Lin Jianquan must still fight.

However, Lin Jianquan was worried, and I am afraid that his condition was greatly affected, and he really could not fight.

Therefore, among the horse racing fans at the scene, those who held up small flags or banners that said "The King of Hell is invincible" or "The King of Hell will win" were actually uncertain in their hearts.

They felt heartbroken for the Hell King, and continued to bet on the Hell King, betting on the Hell King to win.

There was even a teenage horse fan at the scene who shouted loudly: "I want the Hell King to win!"

And amid the cheers, suddenly, someone saw a jockey appear on the scene.

It was a jockey wearing a black jockey uniform, and he was walking silently towards the preparation area.

The sharp-eyed horse fans saw from a distance that the jockey was thin, but stood straight.

It was a very familiar figure!

The horse fans exclaimed in disbelief: "Lin Jianquan, Lin Jianquan is here!"

At first, the voice was quickly drowned out by the boiling crowd, but later, the three words "Lin Jianquan" were like sparks, exploding a little spark, and then quickly spreading to a large area. Many people noticed it, and they tiptoed to look over, and some hurriedly took binoculars to look.

Then people saw that the young man who had lost his mother had a slightly pale face, but his expression was extremely calm, so calm that it seemed as if he was in two different times and spaces from the surrounding hustle and bustle.

His body was straight, like a cedar, and he was walking towards the King of Hell, towards his warhorse, and every step was steady and powerful.

So the horse fans were shocked, Lin Jianquan was back, and he was going to participate in the race!

The audience suddenly erupted in crazy cheers. The fans cheered wildly, stood up and raised flags, so that the security had to come out to maintain order.

The commentator's voice was also extremely excited, so excited that he trembled: "Lin Jianquan will ride Hell King to compete. The strongest combination in history will appear on the racecourse again. Today we will see the most competitive scene in the Derby!"

Compared to the excitement of the audience, the logistics preparation area was quite quiet.

The jockeys of the other horses looked at each other in surprise when they saw this scene.

They thought their opponents were Chen Zongwan and the Hell King combination, so they studied all of Chen Zongwan's competitions and developed corresponding strategies. Suddenly, Lin Jianquan appeared. Lin Jianquan actually played.

Although according to the prior registration, Lin Jianquan was the official jockey and Chen Zongwan was the backup, who would have thought that Lin Jianquan would get up and participate in this competition a few days after his death!

This inevitably caught everyone off guard.

Lao Zhou, Sun Jiajing and Jessise were filled with emotion when they saw Lin Jianquan.

They naturally knew that Lin Jianquan and his mother depended on each other. When he first stepped into the racecourse, he fought hard again and again, in fact, all for the purpose of giving his mother a better life.

When his mother suddenly passed away, he must have been devastated, and his spiritual support was almost gone.

Who would have thought that at the critical moment, he would finally stand up and fight again.

Everyone couldn't help but choke up a little, and their eyes were a little red.

Sun Jiajing strode forward and patted Lin Jianquan on the shoulder encouragingly: "Jianquan."

Lin Jianquan nodded to him, with gratitude in his eyes, and then looked at Chen Zongwan.

Chen Zongwan, who was holding the reins of the Hell King, smiled: "You are finally here."

After that, he handed the reins to Lin Jianquan: "I wish you success. I will meet you at the finish line and wait to congratulate you."

Lin Jianquan pursed his slightly dry lips: "Zongwan, thank you."

They were of similar age and joined Ye Tianhui together. They had secretly competed with each other. The first-class international race on the opening day of the horse racing season was a great opportunity to become famous in one battle. Who wouldn't want it?

Now, after one race after another, Chen Zongwan had lost a race and suffered a blow, and Lin Jianquan had also experienced the darkest moment of his life, so the two teenagers who had secretly competed with each other had matured.

Chen Zongwan chuckled, raised his hand, and gently shook Lin Jianquan's shoulder.

After that, he said, "Come on, win."

Chen Zongwan knew that the two horses of the Meng family had joined forces with the Indian horses to formulate a perfect strategy, and they were determined to attack the King of Hell.

The tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind, and this game is destined to be difficult for the King of Hell.

Lin Jianquan smiled, "Okay, I know."

After that, he pulled the reins of the King of Hell and stroked the face of the King of Hell.

The King of Hell began to get excited after seeing Lin Jianquan, and it jumped its hooves excitedly.

The enthusiastic cheers on the field aroused its competitive genes, and its desire to run seemed to jump out of its eyes.

Lin Jianquan: "Let's go, we are about to go on stage."

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The race started, and the participating horses rushed in. Amid the roar of the fans, the horses entered their own gates according to the numbers drawn in advance.

Reporters from major media took photos, and the spotlights rang, and the scene was lively.

Ye Tianhui stood on that high place, looking down at Lin Jianquan's back, who was as tall as a green pine.

He was as calm as a sword, sharp and silent. He silently held the King of Hell, like a brave warrior walking alone in the desert under the moon. At

this moment, she knew for sure that the boy who hid behind the trash can had indeed grown up, and he was mature enough to face all the storms in his life.

At this time, the game was about to start, but the flag was waved and the starting bell rang at the same moment.

Afterwards, almost at the moment the bell rang, the horses rushed out of the gate like bullets.

In the VIP seats, everyone held their breath and stared at the situation on the field.

Obviously, everyone knew that this time, the horses of the Meng family were determined to defeat Lin Jianquan and avenge their previous shame, and Ning Jize was even more determined to severely suppress the fierceness of the King of Hell.

It can be said that everyone wanted to unite and take the King of Hell as their target.

Lin Jianquan suffered the pain of losing his parents. After stopping training for a few days, whether he can get back to his form immediately and whether he can break through the siege under the joint pressure of several masters is indeed very interesting.

And -

someone at the scene secretly glanced at Meng Baohui. Meng Baohui planned and planned to defeat Ye Tianhui in cooperation with the Indian jockey, but in the end, the force became an incredible boomerang and finally hit his own son hard.

Who will win and who will lose? This drama is even more exciting.

Everyone looked at the field, but saw that the horses had already galloped out, raising a cloud of dust on the track. In the sound of the horses' hooves, the participating horses also showed signs of dispersing.

There were four horses that rushed into the first formation, namely, the Indian horse McGaffick, the Meng family's Bai Er De De, the Ning family's lucky horse, and the Hell King ridden by Lin Jianquan. The

four horses almost ran forward in unison.

The spectators on the side could even clearly see that in the flying dust, the heads of the four horses almost ran in a line!

The horse fans cheered and screamed, cheering for their horses. Some people even stretched out their hands to try to touch the horses that were whizzing by, but they were greeted by a whirlpool of crazy air and a faint smell of sweat in the air.

Even so, it was enough for the horse fans to cheer, as if they were touched by luck!

Soon, the originally straight line began to separate again. At first, there were some diagonal lines, and then there were irregularities. The first place was the Indian horse McGaffick, ridden by Indian rider Mohammed. McGaffick was a warrior who swept across India, and his strength should not be underestimated.

This time, he fought in Hong Kong for the first time, overcame the acclimatization problem, and bravely killed his way to the finals.

Following closely behind McGaffick was Hell King ridden by Lin Jianquan.

Everyone saw this scene and of course understood that Hell King's rider Lin Jianquan was good at strategy. In this long-distance speed race, he would not exert his full strength at the beginning, but first become the follower of the winner, and then fight back in the middle of the race, and then maintain the advantage and win the championship in one fell swoop.

This strategy is also the most common in the racecourse, so most jockeys don't want to be the one who takes the lead at the beginning. So Mohammed, who obviously doesn't understand Chinese riding, stupidly rushed forward. This is a fool who attracts fire!

No one will cheer for him!

Ye Tianhui watched the scene on the field from a distance, watching the horses that were scattered or gathered. At this moment, the opponent's layout was obviously complete.

The Indian horse Mohammed was leading the way, occupying the best position for the sprint, blocking the way ahead of Lin Jianquan. To the right of Lin Jianquan was the lucky horse ridden by the British-Chinese rider Chen Haoyu, and to the left and rear was the desert traveler ridden by the Chinese rider Steven Lee. The three horses were encircling Lin Jianquan from the front, left, and right, forming an encirclement.

If Lin Jianquan wanted to speed up, he had to break through Mohammed, but Mohammed was running in front, and his speed would not be more than a horse's length away from them.

As for the two horses on the left and right, they were clearly doing it deliberately to contain Lin Jianquan.

In this siege from both sides, the King of Hell was trapped. It was trapped in the herd of horses, unable to move forward or backward, with no space at all.

At this time, when three horses surrounded Lin Jianquan, White Ear Dede, ridden by South African jockey Lethabo, had already rushed to the inner track without any scruples and occupied the largest position.

Ye Tianhui looked at this situation and thought it was exactly what she expected.

In fact, there are only two ways to solve this situation. One way is to take the lead and directly obtain the first horse priority. In this way, no racehorse can stop the Hell King, and their encirclement will not be arranged.

In fact, the Hell King also has this ability. If it speeds up, no horse can catch up, but this is obviously not advisable.

If the King of Hell charges, the rest of the horses will also charge, and everyone will compete. In the end, the King of Hell will also have to accelerate with all his strength, and the process of accelerating with a load will consume a lot of energy.

In a speed race, this acceleration consumption cannot occur a second time. Generally, a horse can only withstand it once, so once it accelerates, it cannot stop and must run forward at this speed.

But for such a long-distance speed race, it is absolutely impossible for a horse to continue running at full speed. The result of doing so can only be that it will be exhausted before reaching the finish line, and then the other horses will pick up the fruits.

After all, he only had one horse, but his opponents had more than a dozen. The racecourse was changing rapidly. When you defeated one opponent, there was another one. You never knew which opponent was saving his strength and waiting to make a desperate effort to give you a fatal blow.

So for the sake of safety, he could only adopt the second strategy, letting them perform their encirclement tactics.

The King of Hell could have spent some time playing with them, fighting a war of attrition, and then looking for an opportunity to break out and take the lead.

At this time, Meng Baohui looked at the scene in the field with some pride.

This encirclement battle was naturally discussed by everyone in partnership, and the goal was to defeat the King of Hell.

After all, defeating the King of Hell was in everyone's common interest, so the Meng family, the Ning family and the Indian horse owner jointly discussed this strategy.

Now three racehorses are surrounding the King of Hell, but another horse from the Meng family, Bai Er De De, can compete freely.

So for him, this is called "the snipe and the clam quarrel, but the fisherman gets the advantage". It can be said that three horses held back the King of Hell, and it can be said that the King of Hell held back the three horses in one breath.

Although one of the three horses is his own, it is not a big deal. He can sacrifice one horse to win for the other horse.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the King of Hell trapped in the middle by three horses, and the one driving the King of Hell at this time was actually his own son.

This is a very wonderful and weird thing. Who would have thought that the bloodline born by that woman would have come to this point.

In fact, if Lin Jianquan had a little more knowledge, he would have supported his own son with all his strength and fulfilled him if he came to him.

His own bloodline!

But now Lin Jianquan insists on being loyal to Ye Tianhui, so don't blame his biological father for being ruthless.

Facing this scene, the people in the VIP seats frowned slightly. Everyone saw that Lin Jianquan was trapped. The three horses that trapped him were all top-notch horses. It would be difficult for him to break out. At

this moment, Ning Jize suddenly spoke. He smiled and said, "That's all!" Upon

hearing this, Ye Tianhui glanced at Ning Jize indifferently, "Yes, that

's all." Ning Jize raised her eyebrows, "Miss Ye, what do you mean?" Ye

Tianhui smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Ning spent a lot of money to obtain the bloodline of the Northland Dancer. It is rumored in the horse racing world that if you get the bloodline of the Northland Dancer, the stable will be prosperous. Continue writing for fifty years, such a precious bloodline."

She looked at Ning Jize with regret and sighed: "I thought Mr. Ning would definitely shine on the racecourse this time, but I didn't expect that he was just cooperating with others and became a pawn for others. If the dancers in the north knew that their bloodline had fallen to this point, I'm afraid they would wish they didn't have this son!"

Ning Jize's face changed slightly after hearing this.

There was a reason why he agreed to this strategy at the time. At that time, he was also thinking about dragging down the King of Hell first, and then letting his horse deal with other horses, but now it seems that he has made a mistake.

He glanced at Meng Baohui thoughtfully, with doubt in his eyes.

Meng Baohui was a little embarrassed for a moment, but he pretended to be stupid. He looked at the racecourse instead of Ning Jize.

He didn't want to care about the Ning family. At the critical moment, of course he would rush out and win by himself!

Seeing this, Meng Yinian couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that if it were an ordinary person, it would be difficult to expose it, but Ye Tianhui spoke without scruples, and was simply trying to sow discord in front of him.

But you can't say anything to her!

Meng Yinian could only smile and say, "Speaking of winning the first prize, it also depends on one's own strength. I don't think any of our Meng family's horses have that kind of strength. Everything depends on Mr. Ning's lucky horse. After all, it is of the bloodline of the Northern Dancer, so it is extraordinary. How can ordinary horses get an advantage under it?"

Ning Jize felt a little better after hearing this, but he was still suspicious. He didn't say anything and just stared at the situation on the field.

At this time on the racecourse, Lin Jianquan was surrounded by three horses and galloped. In a blink of an eye, he had already passed half of the track. The straight track in front ended and was about to enter the curve. This was a key node in this race.

Because after entering the bend, there is a mountain road, which involves frequent and abrupt turns. This kind of turn is a test for the jockey. Only by occupying the best position first can you win. Once you lose the advantage, it will not be easy to overtake later.

So Lin Jianquan's chances are obviously running out.

All the spectators are staring at Lin Jianquan and Hell King. Everyone knows that this is the best highlight of this competition. Everyone knows that Hell King's strength is not so bad.

The horse fans screamed crazily and shouted "Run, run, run!"

People wanted to rush over and drive away the three horses that trapped Lin Jianquan!

No one could accept that a horse as good as Hell King was trapped in the mud and couldn't get out.

Great racehorses should not be defeated by such means.

At the same time, the three riders who trapped Lin Jianquan also felt particularly uncomfortable.

In order to cooperate and achieve their original goal, they could only run behind the Indian rider. At the beginning, the Indian rider ran at full speed, which was fine, as long as they could keep up. However, now the Indian rider has slowed down.

After the Indian rider slowed down, Lin Jianquan also slowed down, and even slower than the Indian rider! Once

Lin Jianquan slowed down, the two riders on the left and right had to slow down as well.

The Indian rider was a quiet person. He felt that the people behind him were slowing down. After a slight hesitation, he had to slow down as well.

Who knew that as soon as he slowed down, the people behind him suddenly slowed down even more.

His dark face was full of suspicion. He didn't understand what was wrong with these Chinese people, but he continued to slow down.

Then people saw that the four best horses on the scene were inexplicably stuck together, and their speed was getting slower and slower.

Because the four horses were already lying across the track, the horses behind were also blocked and could not move forward.

Only the "White Ear Dede" from the Meng family moved forward unhindered, and with the sound of "thump thump" of the horses' hooves, it had left the four horses far behind, and also left the herd behind.

This was too much!

Everyone watched helplessly as the "white-eared horse" ran forward, running as he wanted, but they themselves were not free and were blocked by the horses in front. They were so angry that they wanted to curse in the street, and some people even cracked their whips and almost whipped him directly.

The two Chinese riders who held Lin Jianquan began to suffer in their hearts. Of course, this would not work.

If Lin Jianquan didn't charge, they had to charge. Are they all cheating here?

They were bent on the horse's back, like ants on a hot pot.

They had never participated in such an uncomfortable competition. It was not right to run, and it was not right not to run.

The guests in the VIP seats were speechless for a while when they saw this scene. Who would have thought that a serious competition would turn into a war of attrition!

Among them, only Meng Baohui smiled. Now his horse was the only one that was ridden in the dust, destined to be the final winner.

He glanced at his son, his eyes full of pride.

However, Meng Yinian was not optimistic about the situation. He frowned and looked helpless. He did not agree with his father's trick, but there was nothing he could do.

Meng Baohui looked at his son's expression and thought that his son was ignorant. No matter how he won, the key was to win. Did he want to lose?

Thinking so, he looked at the track again. Who knew that he was also surprised when he saw something unexpected happened on the track.

It turned out that the lucky horse was not an ordinary horse. As the blood of a local dancer, it was born in a noble family and was unruly since childhood. Now it was suppressed by the rider like this, and it could not bear it any longer.

The blood of running was boiling, and the competitive nature of the horse was aroused. It wanted to rush.

However, in front of it was the bumpy big black butt of the Indian horse McGaffick, and next to it was the fierce King of Hell who should not be underestimated. It wanted to rush but there was nowhere to rush. In a rage, it actually raised its tail and turned inward suddenly.

Its sudden movement immediately caused the audience to exclaim in surprise. The commentator was also stunned and his voice changed.

Turning like this, it was clearly heading for the King of Hell. If it hits, the King of Hell will be in danger!

However, at a critical moment, Lin Jianquan tightened the reins and drove the King of Hell forward. Then, with a sudden leap, it avoided the impact of the Lucky Horse. The Lucky Horse's huge body brushed past the tail of the King of Hell and crashed into the Wandering Desert.

The crowd exclaimed and everyone's eyes widened.

The people in the VIP seats were sweating instantly.

Fortunately, the horse was some distance away from the lucky horse, and the lucky horse turned forward at an angle. The rider of the horse managed to avoid it by moving the horse a little, but was narrowly hit by the horse's butt. It

was not a big deal, but the speed was obviously affected and it slowed down instantly.

In just a blink of an eye, the two horses looked at the Hell King again, but saw that it had overtaken the Indian horse McGaffick from the right and rushed past, leaving everyone with only a horse's butt that was shaking violently!

The encirclement plan had failed!

The two riders gritted their teeth and simply ignored it and rushed forward.

At this time, a horse trainer had already protested, shouting that Lucky Horse had violated the rules of the competition and bumped into other horses, saying that it was a foul and demanding that the referee record it. Some horse fans even shouted loudly to get Lucky Horse off the field.

Ning Jize looked at this scene and his face turned pale for a moment.

He couldn't trap the Hell King in the first place. His Lucky Horse was the blood of the Northland Dancer, and he must be no worse than other horses when he charged. But what happened to this jockey? He actually let Lucky Horse commit a foul and bump into other horses. Isn't that a waste of the competition? ?

The referee had already raised a sign to record Lucky Horse's foul and disqualify him.

Seeing this, the commentator on the scene was immediately excited and began to loudly explain the referee's decision. The fans cheered loudly. The lucky horse wanted to attack the Hell King, but he was out!

He deserved it!

Ning Ji Ze was so angry that his hands were shaking: "This referee is not good enough!"

Everyone in the VIP seats was silent, and no one went to comfort him.

Just cancel it, it really is a bit deserved.

At this time, Lin Jianquan, riding the Hell King, was already approaching the front. He raised his hand and issued a jockey command in the horse language. The well-trained Hell King responded instantly. It immediately accelerated and rushed forward at an explosive speed. It was almost like flying!

The commentator went crazy watching this scene and shouted loudly: "The King of Hell is charging, he is going to catch up, he is going to catch up with White-eared Dede!"

The fans at the scene were all stunned. This scene was too shocking. The King of Hell charging up was like a whirlwind! This is the real strength of the King of Hell, dynamic, fierce, crazy, charging!

The King of Hell did not live up to the applause. It rushed forward like a whirlwind, leaving all opponents far behind, and finally caught up with the Indian horse McGaffick when it entered the third of the corner. The two horses drove side by side and rushed forward through the corners together. In front of them was White-eared Dede, who was originally far ahead.

Lin Jianquan held the reins, ready to rush forward to pass the white-eared horse and take the lead.

He was about to start accelerating and sprinting, and he could exert his full strength, which was not difficult for him. However,

the South African rider Lethabo who was riding the white-eared horse actually stretched out his whip across his front!

Deliberately blocking him?

Want to repeat the same trick?

At this moment, Lin Jianquan naturally didn't fall for it!

He pursed his lips tightly, watched the opportunity, and when he turned behind a hillside, he suddenly kicked out and kicked the South African rider's thigh hard!

This trick was used by others before, and he almost lost his life because of it.

Now he used it directly on the South African rider!

The back of the hillside is a visual blind spot, and even the camera can't capture it. It's absolutely true!

The South African rider who was kicked groaned, and the reins under his hand loosened slightly, and he lost control of the horse. When he reacted, the King of Hell had already passed by him like a gallop.

But who is the King of Hell? He has always been violent. He has been restrained until now due to the rules of the competition, and he has been restrained enough!

Now that the master is crazy, he also started to go crazy, so the moment he passed the South African rider, he even raised his hind legs high and kicked directly on the South African rider's horse's head, and the iron hoof just rubbed the white ears.

Seeing this, the South African rider was so scared that his back was cold. Amid the neighing of the horse, he pulled the reins hard and finally avoided this fatal blow!

But after that, he was no longer able to compete with Lin Jianquan, and even the Indian racehorse McGaffick could not stop him!

After Lin Jianquan gave the South African jockey a lesson, he and the Indian jockey drove side by side across the mountain road and reappeared in the audience's sight.

The horse fans did not understand why the South African jockey disappeared inexplicably in just one mountain road.

But this was not important. What was important was that the King of Hell finally took the lead!

Many spectators stood up, everyone stood up and cheered, cheering crazily, the finish line was in front of them, and everyone shouted loudly.

Lin Jianquan issued the jockey order and sprinted at full speed. The King of Hell was encouraged and rushed forward with the force of thunder, a speed that no one could surpass.

Everyone was stunned. The speed at this moment was enough to be recorded in the history books, enough to break the record of Hong Kong history!

The Hell King surpassed the Indian rider without any suspense and rushed to the finish line.

In the last 20 meters of the horse track, there were only Lin Jianquan and the Hell King, one person and one horse, and no other opponents!

The position of the Horse King of the Hell King is indisputable, but he is still charging.

Without competitors, this moment is his exclusive stage.

Amid the clatter of horse hooves, the Hell King's four hooves are as fast as lightning, and with a defiant and proud pace, he calmly and swiftly runs towards the throne that belongs to him alone.

Once in a lifetime, the four-year-old horse king, a lifetime of honor!

Everyone is cheering for the Hell King, and people are screaming wildly and excitedly.

Meng Baohui stared blankly, he didn't understand what happened to his Bai Er De De, he looked up.

He finally saw Bai Er De De running out from behind the mountain road, and he was also desperately chasing forward, but it was obviously impossible, and he would never catch up.

So what happened! ! Why couldn't Bai Er De De stop the King of Hell!

While he was in disbelief, Lin Jianquan drove the King of Hell across the finish line.