The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1385 - 1385 673 Abnormal Strength_2

Chapter 1385: 673 Abnormal Strength_2 Chapter 1385: 673 Abnormal Strength_2 This stroke carried the ball extremely far, almost spanning half the polo field.

Zhao Wei and Mu Chuan had already rushed back, hurriedly fighting for the ball, but they didn’t even catch a glimpse of it before they heard a gong sound from the referee’s stand.

A goal?

The two were astonished.

The Shaolin Academy took the lead, capturing the first flag of the game.

“No way, how was that a goal? What happened?” Mu Chuan was completely puzzled.

He and Zhao Wei were pursuing the polo ball. Had the ball magically burrowed into a hole?

Of course, the polo ball couldn’t burrow into the ground; it was that the Shaolin Warrior Monks’ moves were so fast that they didn’t even see them.

Zhao Wei frowned as he looked at the smug Shaolin Warrior Monks and recalled, “It’s not just about speed, they have tactics! Just now, that monk with three scars from his three vows used his horse to block our view. He swung his mallet to steal the ball, so we thought the ball was with him, but it was actually further ahead, already in the hands of the monk with six scars from his vows.”

After hearing Zhao Wei’s analysis, Mu Chuan felt like his whole belief system had been turned upside down, “Is it really that sneaky?”

Since the opposing team scored, they were to kick-off again.

This time, Zhao Wei took the kick-off.

Zhao Wei kicked the ball to Mu Chuan, but before Mu Chuan could even swing his mallet, a Shaolin Warrior Monk zoomed past him.

The Shaolin Warrior Monk took the ball away.

Qingchen was trapped on both sides, unable to break through.

Gu Jiao, with the technique she learned from Xu Ping, intercepted a ball.

She passed the ball to Qingchen, who then passed it to Zhao Wei.

Then they lost the ball again.

The gong sounded once more, the Shaolin Academy scored again.

The speed at which the Shaolin Academy scored was infuriatingly fast, even quicker than the record set during the match where Horse King ran wild.

Mu Chuan and Zhao Wei were so exhausted they were gasping for breath, and a fine sweat coated the faces of Qingchen and Gu Jiao as well.

They all sat on their horses, waiting for the referee to bring over the polo ball.

Gasping, Mu Chuan said, “What kind of monks are these? They’re too fierce, aren’t they? Lang Liu, why don’t you bring over your Horse King?”

Gu Jiao said, “It’s still young; it can’t be ridden.”

Mu Chuan grumbled, “Didn’t you ride it last time?”

Qingchen indifferently said, “Talk less.”

Mu Chuan shut his mouth.

This match wasn’t an issue of the horses, it was the people.

Those Buddhist Monks were incredibly formidable. Each one possessed tremendous internal strength and physical power. The balls they hit were simply uncatchable for anyone else.

“How’s your arm doing?” Qingchen asked Gu Jiao.

She had blocked the most balls just now.

Gu Jiao touched her nearly numb right arm, “It’s okay.” It would recover after a rest.

The match began again.

Qingchen took the kick-off.

The rules of polo forbade the use of internal strength; otherwise, it would be considered a foul. These young Buddhist Monks, from years of hard training, had developed bodies as tough as steel, and every swing of their mallets seemed to carry internal strength.

Unsurprisingly, Qingchen’s ball was stolen once again.

Mu Chuan was closest. He swung his mallet to steal it back, and Zhao Wei came to assist from the side. Together, they broke the Shaolin Warrior Monks’ formation.

This ball would be theirs!

The Shaolin Warrior Monk, with eyes aflame like Vajra, swung out his mallet.

“I’ve got this!” declared Mu Chuan, stepping forward to catch the ball with his mallet.

At that moment, something unexpected happened. Clearly, the monk had anticipated this interception and exerted tremendous force.

Mu Chuan was sent flying off his horse.

Zhao Wei’s face changed suddenly, “Mu Chuan!”

Mu Chuan tumbled off his horse, crashing hard onto the ground.

Silence swept over the grassland.

Another had fallen off a horse, and it made everyone think of Nangong Lin, who was trampled after falling. Could there be another accident?

The referee called a halt to the match.

Zhao Wei dismounted hurriedly, “Mu Chuan! Are you okay?”

Clutching his right arm, Mu Chuan’s face contorted in pain, “Is my arm broken?”

Gu Jiao jumped off her horse, squatted down, and supported his arm, “It’s dislocated, just bear with it for a moment.”

No sooner had she finished speaking, she lifted her hand and, with a crack, set Mu Chuan’s arm back in place.

Mu Chuan cried out in pain.

The Warrior Monk came over, took Mu Chuan away for treatment, and Yuan Xiao was sent onto the field as a substitute.

After careful consideration by the referee, the incident was deemed an accident, and the Shaolin Academy was not found to have fouled.

“This isn’t considered a foul?” Yuan Xiao said discontentedly, “They clearly did it on purpose!”

He had been watching the whole time; the monk with three vow scars on his head had specifically targeted Mu Chuan’s swing, intending to injure Mu Chuan with the force from the polo ball.

“Have they always been like this?” Gu Jiao suddenly asked.

Only Qingchen could answer that question, after all, besides him, no one had seen the Shaolin Academy’s matches.

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