Chapter 673: Abnormal strength (1/2)
Chapter 673 Abnormal strength
”Oh, they actually met the Shaolin monks.” In the attic, the king of Mingjun looked at the group of people on the batting court with interest, ”This is a good show.”
Originally, King Ming didn’t pay much attention to any academy, but who made him lose his face at the door of Tianqiong Academy, there is nothing more pleasant to him than letting that kid eat.
Mingjun Wang stopped talking about the monarch’s thoughts for the time being. He rushed down to beckon and let the next person bring up the melon and fruit snacks. He wanted to watch the Shaolin monk beat the kid!
The four Shaolin monks on the field were glaring at each other, each with a ring scar on their head. From right to left, there are one ring scar, two ring scars, and three ring scars. They look the strongest. The monk has six ring scars.
”Do you think these monks are a little scary?” Mu Chuan whispered beside Gu Jiao.
”Aren't you afraid?” Gu Jiao asked.
Mu Chuan immediately straightened his waist and said stiffly: ”I...I am not afraid! Who said I am afraid!”
Gu Jiao glanced at him: ”Don't shake your legs before talking.”
Mu Chuan: ”...”
The monks of Shaolin did not speak to them, but made eye contact. In fact, it was more of a demonstration and provocation than communication.
Honestly speaking, Mu Chuan was really a little distraught in her heart, even more distraught than the one against the Han family’s Black Wind Riding.
Zhao Wei is about the same as him. He feels fuzzy, but he has a bit richer experience in kicking the ball than Mu Chuan, so he is not too timid yet.
The kick-off in the first quarter is determined by a lottery. After that, every time a goal is scored, the opponent will kick-off. Right now, the kick-off is Tianqi Academy.
Generally speaking, as the main attacker of the batting team, Mu Qingchen seldom participated in the kick-off, but due to the fact that the opponent was too strong, he decided to kick-off after discussing with Takeshi.
It took no more than a few moments from when they were on the court to the sound of the gong, but everyone felt like a long time passed.
The people in the stands were so nervous that they held their breath.
”Ah, how could this happen?” Jing Erye sat in front of the railing, staring at the Shaolin monk on the court with his eyes, ”Would you like to be so unlucky?”
Mrs. had something to do today and couldn’t walk away. She failed to come over. On his left hand was Anguo in a wheelchair. Behind Anguo stood a green gauze and white skirt Mu Ruxin.
Mu Ruxin heard the words and looked at Jing Erye puzzledly: ”What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?”
Jing Erye sighed deeply: ”That group of Shaolin monks are very powerful, and Tianqi Academy is not their opponent.”
Mu Ruxin's eyes moved, and she asked, ”Er Ye really hopes that Tianqiong Academy will win?”
Jing Erye yelled: ”I don't have any, but the group of Shaolin monks doesn't have any seriousness to start, and it's not easy for a few students.”
As soon as he said this, the grandfather's hand on the armrest was slowly pulled into a fist, and it trembled slightly.
The gong rang.
Mu Qingchen faced the scorching sun with a dreadful expression, and steadily swung the ball for a shot.
”Second sister, second sister, hurry up!”
Outside the court, Su Xue pulled her second sister into the crowd and took out the token to let the guards go.
”You slow down.” Miss Su Er was so painful that she was dragging her.
Su Xue said: ”I just hit the gong, and the kicking competition has begun!”
Second Miss Su, Liu Mei frowned slightly: ”It started right from the beginning, what are you doing in such a hurry?”
”I want to see Xiao...Look at the fourth brother.” Su Xue said solemnly, ”After the fourth brother lived in the college, I haven't seen him for a long time.”
Ms. Su Er sighed: “Let my father know that we are not going to Master Fu’s chess class, but he ran to see some kicking game. He will definitely punish us.”
Su Xue grabbed her wrist and walked to the stand of Tianqiong Academy: ”No way! Let's go!”
Mu Qingchen drove the ball very well, regardless of the speed and accuracy.
The person who catches the ball is Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei learned to hit the ball since he was a child. Technically speaking, he successfully caught the polo that Mu Qingchen swung over, and he looked at Mu Chuan ahead.
Mu Chuan nodded at him.
Zhao Wei passed the ball to Mu Chuan, and Mu Chuan passed it to Gu Jiao. At this time, Mu Qingchen had already arrived near the opponent's hole.
Gu Jiao passed the polo to him, and Mu Qingchen took it and hit it towards the hole.
The four people cooperated seamlessly, and the people who watched the game finally saw the Tianqi Academy play polo seriously.
However, just as the polo was about to enter the hole, something unexpected happened.
A Shaolin monk leaped his horse, and he came to the hole for life, and hit the polo that Mu Qingchen had hit with one rod.
This pole played extremely far, almost spanning half of the batting field.
Zhao Wei and Mu Chuan had already killed off, they rushed to grab the ball, but they didn't even see the ball, and they heard a gong sound on the referee's stand.
Goal?
The two were stunned.
Shaolin Academy took the lead and won the first banner of the start.
”No, how did you get in? What's the situation?” Mu Chuan was confused.
He and Zhao Wei are chasing the polo, did this ball escape into the hole by itself?
Of course it’s not that Polo will escape, but the Shaolin monk’s movements are so fast that neither of them can see it.
Zhao Wei frowned and looked at the arrogant Shaolin monk, and recalled: ”It's not all fast, they have tactics! The monk with three ring scars blocked our sight with a horse, and he swung to grab the ball. We thought The polo is on his side, but in fact the polo is farther ahead, already in the hands of the monk of the six-ring scar.”
After listening to Zhao Wei’s analysis, Mu Chuan felt that his beliefs had been subverted: ”Is it so overcast?”
Since the opponent scored the goal, they still kicked off.
It is Zhao Wei who kicked off this time.
Zhao Wei drove the polo to Mu Chuan, but before Mu Chuan's cue was swung, a Shaolin monk whizzed past him.
The Shaolin monk took the polo away.
Mu Qingchen was flanked by both sides, unable to break through.
Gu Jiao cut a ball with the skills she learned from Xu Ping.
She passed the ball to Mu Qingchen, and Mu Qingchen passed it to Zhao Wei.
Then the ball was lost again.
The gong sounded again, and Shaolin Academy scored again.
The speed of Shaolin Academy's goals was horribly fast, which was faster than the scoring record set by Ma Wang Sahuan.
Mu Chuan and Zhao Wei were out of breath, and Mu Qingchen and Gu Jiao's faces were slightly sweaty.
Several people ride on the horse, waiting for the referee to bring the polo over.
Mu Chuan gasped and said, ”What kind of monks are these? Too fierce, right? Liu Lang, or ride your horse king over.”
Gu Jiao said: ”It's still small, so I can't ride it.”
Mu Chuan muttered, ”Didn’t you ride it last time?”
Mu Qingchen said lightly: ”You don't want to say a few words.”
Mu Chuan shut up.
This game is not a problem with horses, but with people.
These monks are too powerful. All of them have high internal strength and extremely powerful. The ball they hit, others simply can't catch it.
”How are your arms?” Mu Qingchen asked Gu Jiao.
Only then did Gu Jiao intercept the most.
Gu Jiao touched her almost paralyzed right arm: ”It's okay.” Just take it easy.
The game starts again.
Mu Qingchen teeed off.
It is forbidden to use internal force in the kicking game, otherwise it will be regarded as a foul. This group of young monks temper their bodies all the year round, and they have cultivated the ability to be invincible. Every stroke they swing out seems to bring internal force.
Mu Qingchen's ball was snatched again without accident.
Mu Chuan was the closest, he swung to grab it back, Zhao Wei assisted from the side, and the two blocked the Shaolin monk's formation.
They grabbed the ball!
The Shaolin monk King Kong glared and waved out.
”I'm coming!” Mu Chuan stepped forward and caught it.
At this moment, something unexpected happened. The monk had obviously anticipated that the ball would be intercepted, so he used extremely terrifying force.
Mu Chuan was knocked out.
Zhao Wei suddenly changed color: ”Mu Chuan!”
Mu Chuan fell off his horse and fell heavily to the ground.
There was a moment of silence around the grass field.
Someone fell from the horse again, and everyone couldn't help but think of Nangonglin, who fell from the horse and was trampled on. Will something happen again?
The referee called the game to a halt.
Zhao Wei stood up and dismounted: ”Mu Chuan! Are you okay?”
Mu Chuan covered his right arm, his entire face twisted into a ball because of the pain: ”Is my arm broken?”
Gu Jiao jumped off the horse, squatted down, and supported his arm: ”Dislocated, bear with me.”
As soon as the voice fell, she lifted her bare hand, and with a click, she took Mu Chuan's arm up.
Mu Chuan cried out in pain.