CHAPTER 338: 136 DEFEATED GENERALS

"Do you think Shen You’an can beat Young Master Leng?"

"Are you kidding? Do you know the biggest shareholder behind this horse farm? Their surname is Leng. Young Master Leng has been riding horses since he was three. What does Shen You’an even have to compare?"

"I think Shen You’an’s equestrian skills are quite impressive. When did she secretly train for this? How come none of us knew?"

You should know, among modern sports, horseback riding has the lowest popularity. The requirements for equipment and venues are incredibly high. Compared to other sports, it demands much more money and effort. Just the annual upkeep cost for a single horse is beyond the reach of the average family.

That’s why it’s often mockingly referred to as an aristocratic sport, much like golf.

Shen You’an is practically penniless, surviving on scholarships from the Lanya Group. How on earth did she learn such remarkable equestrian skills?

Everyone was baffled.

Yet, they all reached a consensus: no matter how good Shen You’an’s equestrian skills were, she still couldn’t compare to Young Master Leng.

Equestrianism is all about endurance and physical strength. Look at Shen You’an with her skinny arms and legs—breakable with a mere snap. She’s just learned some flashy, superficial moves. It’s better for her to give up.

Leng Yunyang snapped his fingers, "Bring my Fierce Wind over."

The horse trainer instinctively glanced at Guan Tao, who sighed helplessly and waved his hand.

What started as a proper equestrian class had now turned into Leng Yunyang’s personal performance.

Well, there was no helping it. Who told him to be the biggest shareholder?

"To keep things fair, you can choose any adult horse in the stable," Leng Yunyang said generously, gesturing with a dramatic wave.

Shen You’an gently stroked the foal beneath her and calmly replied, "This one will suffice."

Leng Yunyang chuckled and shook his head, "Once you see Fierce Wind, you won’t say that anymore."

"Clop clop clop..." A rapid clatter of hooves echoed, as if the ground of the training arena shuddered with the vibrations.

The foal beneath Shen You’an suddenly grew uneasy, pacing nervously in place—it seemed to sense the impending danger.

Gasps of amazement erupted from the crowd, "That horse is absolutely stunning!"

A majestic steed galloped into view—its frame tall and robust, jet-black coat gleaming under the sunlight. Despite its size, its movements were nimble and effortless. The muscles along its shoulders and back flowed seamlessly, taut and defined. Its limbs were long and powerful, and its sharp, spirited eyes radiated vitality.

The horse charged straight toward Leng Yunyang and exhaled hot breaths through its nostrils, pressing eagerly yet restlessly against him.

Leng Yunyang raised his brows with a grin and called out, "Fierce Wind."

Amazingly, the horse seemed to understand. Its front limbs lifted excitedly into the air, releasing a loud, resonant neigh. Under the bright sun, its elegant physique was on full display, completely dazzling.

Leng Yunyang turned to Shen You’an and, raising his brows, said, "Master Li, take her to pick a horse."

The horse trainer named Li approached Shen You’an, saying, "Miss, please come with me."

Yet Shen You’an remained unmoving atop her foal, which was now kicking anxiously at the ground—a visible effect of the purebred’s dominance.

Shen You’an leaned forward slightly and gently ran her hand through the foal’s mane, murmuring in an incomprehensible language.

No one could understand her, but the horse trainer closest to her could hear distinctly.

He looked up at the girl in the red riding gear with utter shock.

She... She actually spoke "horse language."

The disbelief in the trainer’s eyes was almost palpable.

How old was she?

Even veteran horse trainers have to endure years of rigorous practice, as well as possess natural talent and intuition, to achieve a true connection with horses. But this girl—how old was she?

Under Shen You’an’s soothing gestures, the foal gradually calmed down.

While remaining poised in the saddle, Shen You’an said coolly, "Your Fierce Wind is a purebred, made for competitions. But my little horse isn’t half bad either."

Leng Yunyang shook his head with a chuckle, "People might think I’m bullying you."

"Since when was Young Master Leng one to bother with public opinions?" Shen You’an retorted, her tone sharp.

Leng Yunyang laughed lightly, his eyes alight, "Our wager still stands."

The surrounding students, now spectators, buzzed with excitement.

So Leng Yunyang hadn’t given up—he had been waiting all along.

"Are you going to pick a good horse now?"

Shen You’an snapped her riding crop, and her foal sprang forward with a leap. Its movements were graceful, carrying the crimson-clad girl forward—a scene so strikingly picturesque it was like art.

Her calm and indifferent voice floated behind her, infused with an ethereal quality.

"The outcome rests in human effort. What would decayed bones understand?"

Equestrianism is about equestrian mastery—not the horse itself, but the rider.

"Ha-ha-ha! Well said!" Jiang Shengyao laughed heartily and threw a sideways glance at Leng Yunyang.

"Leng Yunyang, if you even lose this, you can’t blame me for looking down on you. But if Shen You’an loses, don’t even think about forcing her to comply with your unreasonable demands. If you’re such a big man, stop acting like a scheming old hag dragging things out endlessly!"