The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1385

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.