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In the blink of an eye, everyone had their answer.

At the very moment Geralt was about to cross the finish line, Chloe Bishop shot past him like a bolt of lightning, snatching away the glory of victory.

Nearly half the audience leaped to their feet, screaming and cheering. "Chloe Bishop! Chloe Bishop..."

The smile on Geralt's face froze