We still don’t know how much suffering the patriotic president went through that night.
Time flies by.
In the blink of an eye, September 25th came.
The ‘S.B.R Contest’ is about to begin!
...
...
Three hours before kickoff.
Camp horse farm.
"GO, Johnny, let us see how powerful you are!" Jero kept cheering Johnny up.
Jon then said, "Don't be nervous, pay attention to your breathing rhythm."
In the field.
Johnny took a deep breath and looked around.
Soon, he locked his eyes on a fine horse with reed hair in the corner.
"breathe."
Johnny muttered to himself, his chest rose and fell one after another, and a faint arc of electricity suddenly appeared on his body surface.
He pushed the wheelchair and slowly approached the target.
Ten meters, seven meters, five meters...
Close.
Getting closer!
Suddenly, Johnny's eyes flashed.
‘Whoosh!’
It's too late to say it, but it's soon.
The noose in his hand stretched out like a poisonous snake, hitting the reed horse's neck without hesitation.
Johnny shouted, "Watch the move, Ripple Run!"
For this moment, he had already coated the rope with vegetable oil to enhance the ripple conductivity.
‘叏鲁伦!’
The frightened Lu Mao Ma suddenly shook his head.
Its power was so great that it took the thin Johnny away!
However, this is also part of his plan.
The breathing rhythm suddenly changed, and new strength was born again. Johnny pulled hard, and flew to the back of the reed horse together with his body.
With a 'bang' sound, he fell down hard.
There was no time to cry out in pain. The ferocious-looking Johnny turned around and hugged Lumao Ma tightly around his neck.
"Yah!" Jero suddenly cheered.
Jon patiently guided: "Steady! Don't mess up your breathing rhythm!"
"Huh...huh..."
Johnny was breathing heavily, his face showing fatigue.
However, his eyes were so bright, as if burning a flame that would never go out!
One person and one horse, the situation is deadlocked.
This is a competition of patience and a clash of wills.
Horses gallop.
Ripple flow.
After more than two hours of tossing, the unruly Lumao Liangma was completely impressed by Johnny and lowered his head honestly.
Seeing this, Jero was overjoyed.
Jon also smiled from the bottom of his heart.
Look at each other.
They both whistled at the same time.
'Ta-ta-ta-ta!'
dusty.
Two fast horses, one black and one chestnut, arrived one after another.
Jon and Gerald got on their horses.
"Let's go! It's time to go!"
"GO, Johnny, GO! GO!"
Hearing this, Johnny weakly raised his hand.
Straightening up, he looked at the backs of the two galloping horses, struggled to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and murmured: "Johnny, this is your only chance in this life.
So, don’t fall behind.”
...
...
The sky is filled with colorful ribbons and the ground is covered with flowers.
"Dear guests, if it is convenient, please board the train with the reporters and judges." Stephen Steele, the organizer of the 'S.B.R. Competition', said with a smile on his face, "There are all kinds of black tea, meals and red wine on the train.
For everyone to enjoy.”
After speaking, he personally distributed binoculars to everyone present.
'Dang! Dang! Dang!'
At this moment, the minute hand of the clock tower pointed to 'twelve'.
The next second.
A huge salute takes off.
'boom.'
The ‘STEEL BALL RUN’ competition officially begins!
Wind blows.
Dust surges.
Both reporters and judges were shocked by the scene in front of them.
Thousands of horses galloping.
What a wild scene!
Stephen Steele smiled and explained to everyone: "Roughly speaking, there are more than 3,600 horses participating in this competition.
As shown on the map, the total distance from here to New York on the Atlantic coast is about 6,000 kilometers.
A total of nine checkpoints, including New York, were set up along the 6,000-kilometer route.
The function of these checkpoints is to confirm the "ranking of contestants", "time spent", and whether the players have committed any "violations" such as swapping mounts along the way.
The distance between checkpoints is called "STAGE", and the entire game consists of nine "STAGEs"!"
Clearing his throat, he continued: "At the beginning of the competition, the contestants had to face a short-distance sprint, with the end point being at a church fifteen thousand meters away.
There will also be interval winners between each "STAGE"... In addition to receiving a bonus of US$10,000, these winners will also receive some additional rewards.
That’s right, that’s the “one-hour time bonus”!”
"Time Bonus", as the name suggests, is the privilege used to reduce the time spent in the race when the race time is calculated when you finally arrive at the finish line.
A reporter asked: "Mr. Steele, as the organizer of the competition, you must have some promising players. Can you tell us about them?"
Stephen Steele smiled, “The players are all very capable, there is no doubt about that.
But..."
He raised five fingers and said, "From a personal standpoint, I am more optimistic about the five of them."
"The first one is Mandon Tim, a cowboy from Wyoming. He often drives 3,000 cattle for grazing for up to 4,000 kilometers!"
"The second place is Molmoud Abdel, who was born in Egypt and competes on a camel. He crosses the Sahara Desert three times every year!"
'Third, the equestrian celebrity in the East, Ted Khan, is a descendant of the Mongol emperor who conquered Eurasia and a descendant of Genghis Khan!'
"The fourth is a talented rider who was born in the lower class of England but has made a name for himself in the aristocratic equestrian circle. Diego Brando. That guy was born for the activity of horse racing!"
"As for the fifth one..."
Stephen Steele licked his slightly dry lips.
"He's been called a 'monster', a 'blood butcher', a 'demon in human skin'. No one knows where he comes from, and no one knows his past. He looks handsome, tall and burly, and his face always
With a gentlemanly smile, he never leaves anyone alive.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In a duel, he even achieved the feat of defeating one against ten. Moreover, without using a pistol and only with his bare hands, he beat to death ten who dared to challenge him.
of cowboys!”
'Well.'
Stephen Still is undoubtedly a good storyteller.
Under the atmosphere, both the reporters and the judges could not help but swallow their mouths.
"Jon Joestar, I think he is the number one candidate to win this competition." Stephen Steele said with a serious expression.
It's a coincidence.
The moment the words fell, a dark horse stood out.
A brilliant ride!
One horse body, five horse bodies, ten horse bodies...
Windbreaker hunting.
The man's speed is getting faster and faster!
It’s exactly what Stephen Steel calls the ‘number one candidate for the championship’
——Jon Joestar!
"drive!"
Jon galloped wildly.
Completely ignoring the horse's physical strength, he kept rushing forward.
Thirty horse lengths away, Johnny and Jello rode side by side with solemn expressions.
"Johnny!"
Suddenly, Jero said: "Don't be too far away from me for a while."
Johnny said nothing and pressed his body tightly against the back of the horse.
Together, together.
The rhythm of his breathing changes with the rhythm of the horse's gallop.
When Jero saw it, he couldn't help but whistle.
Yabai, these two brothers are really interesting.
Jon can fight.
Johnny's riding skills are not good either.
Yo ho~
It was a wise choice to team up with them.
Just thinking about it.
There was a commotion behind the two.
When he turned around to look, he saw that many horses had collided with each other, causing the contestants on the horses to fall off their horses and lose their qualifications to compete.
Johnny was secretly glad that the strategy of going all out from the beginning was indeed the right one.
More than 3,000 horses charging at the same time will inevitably lead to such a result. Only by taking the lead can similar incidents be avoided.
Jonny isn't the only smart guy.
In the chaos, several fast horses jumped out bravely.
Johnny and Jero didn't dare to be careless and held the reins tightly.
‘Dong’ ‘Dong’ ‘Dong’
The sound of heavy hooves came from far to near.
Johnny looked back cautiously.
Good guy.
The person approaching turned out to be a camel with bulging muscles.
On top of the hump, Murmud Abdel held a whip in one hand and pulled the reins in the other, approaching with great momentum!
Jero clicked his tongue in displeasure.
This kind of thing is strong on the outside and strong on the inside.
If Jon hadn't said that he would handle the first stage, Uncle Jero would have hit it with an iron ball.
Reluctantly giving up his position, Jero looked a little ugly.
Murmoud Abdel did not deliberately cause trouble for Jero and Jonny. He passed directly through the gap between the two and chased Jon.
There was a strong wind behind him, and Jon looked back.
Yo.
An acquaintance.
Abu Dudu, if you don't set up a fortune-telling stall in Cairo, why are you here to join in the fun?
"Go away!" Murmud Abdel showed considerable hostility, "The first place is mine!"
Jon blinked and looked at Murmoud Abdel.
Mohmoud Abdel:???
What kind of gesture is this?
I can't understand.
But I feel a little shy...
Bah bah bah!
Would I, the warrior of the Desert Kingdom, Murmud Abdel, be bought off by such childish overtures?
With a look in his eyes, Murmud Abdel controlled the camel to hit Jon.
Jon was unmoved.
The divine horse under his crotch also showed no response.
Murmud Abdel thought to himself, is this kid scared to death?
did not expect.
Just before the camel was about to hit the black horse, Jon suddenly let go of the reins, raised his hand and slapped the camel.
'Snapped'
Do you know how much psychological harm a big slap can do to a five-year-old camel?
The camel in Schwarzenegger's style was dumbfounded.
Murmud Abdel was also dumbfounded.
no......
you......
Can it still be like this?
Murmud Abdel, who calls himself the "Desert Kingdom Warrior", still refuses to give up and once again wants to rely on the camel's size advantage to knock Jon off his horse.
Jon's face sank.
You black boy are so shameless.
If you hadn't looked like an acquaintance of mine, would I have allowed you to be so presumptuous?
If you are not ruthless, you will not be able to stand firm.
Anyway, there was no one around, so Jon manifested his half-dragon form, and his pupils suddenly turned amber-gold.
The pressure belonging to the "Blue Dragon" unfolds.
The camel that had just been slapped fell to its knees.
Um.
It literally means kneeling down.
Murmud Abdel was not aware of it for a moment and was violently thrown away.
On a train not far away, Stephen Steele put his head in his hands, looking in disbelief, "Oh God, Abdel is out!"
The others had similar expressions.
No one expected it.
Less than fifteen minutes after the match started, one of the five seeded players was brutally eliminated.
Different from everyone else in the car.
Johnny and Jero both showed happy expressions.
Jero grinned even more, proudly showing off his gold teeth.
Quite capable, that guy Jon.
‘Da’ ‘Da’ ‘Da’ ‘Da’…
At this time, a brisk sound of horse hooves reached the ears of the two people.
In just four or five breaths, a figure quickly passed by.
Jero and Johnny didn't even have time to react!
‘Diego Brando’
After waiting and watching for long enough, he chose to act!
Half-crouching on the horse, Diego looked like a leopard ready to attack.
The wind is howling.
Blowing his golden hair.
Sudden!
Diego changed his position and put his body as flat as possible on the horse's back.
‘Da!’ ‘Da!’ ‘Da!’ ‘Da!’…
The horse's hooves are raised and it moves as fast as flying!
The distance between him and the first place has been shortened visibly to the naked eye.
"Huh, after all, he's just an amateur who relies on horsepower to run wildly." Diego chuckled inwardly, "If you just rush forward blindly and don't skimp on horsepower, when you really need to sprint in the end, that guy's horse will definitely be underpowered.
"
He pursed his lips and pinched the horse's belly.
After chasing for another three or four minutes, Diego finally rode alongside Jon.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hey!" he shouted: "The race is a total of 6,000 kilometers, you can't make it to the end like this!"
Clam?
Jon was stunned.
Dio, a guy like you with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are you so kind-hearted?
Jon said: "You don't have to worry about it."
Unexpectedly, Diego made a proposal with his backhand, "I said, do you want to team up with me? The two of us join forces, and when the time comes, we will share the championship prize equally!"
Oh~
Wait for me here.
Jon looked at Diego with a half-smile, "Sorry, I already have a teammate, unless you don't mind sharing the prize money equally among the four of you."
You can't do it if you want to kill me.
Not even if you want my money!
Originally, Diego didn't really want to team up with Jon. He just wanted a free bodyguard because he saw that Jon could fight. When the match was over, he would have ten thousand ways to kill his partner.
Unexpectedly, Jon Joestar actually found two teammates first.
This is going to be difficult.
Diego remained calm and silent.
Jon smiled and said, "Actually, I'm not short of money."
I'm not short of money...
No shortage of money...
money!
Diego looked sharply at Jon.
As if the bumps on the horse's back didn't exist, Old God Jon said: "I think you have good riding skills, so just hang out with me and ensure that my team wins the championship. In addition to your deserved share, I will give you extra
I'll give you $50 million."
Fifty million!
Diego felt like he was being swept away by a wave of happiness.
You know, even if you win the first place in the ‘S.B.R’ competition, the prize money is only 50 million!
Is ‘Jon Joestar’ so rich?
Staring at the other person's face, for a moment, Diego felt a strong urge to worship his adoptive father.
It would be great if I could become the adopted son of the Joestar family...
However, he is not a fool after all.
Don't believe in empty promises without guarantees.
After pondering for a moment, Diego said: "I will give you an answer to this matter after "STAGE 1" ends."
After a pause, he deliberately added, "You may be really rich. Similarly, many people are also eyeing your money. They feel that they cannot achieve results in the competition, so they set their sights on you.
Having said that, you can take care of yourself."
? To be honest, I have started the night running mode and I will definitely lose weight successfully this year.