Chapter 673.2: Extreme Power
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Up in the pavilion, Ming Junwang clapped his hands and cheered enthusiastically, "Beautiful! That's exactly how it should be done! Whoever brought the Shaolin Academy here has truly won this junwang's favor!"
Han shizi calmly sipped his tea.
The game resumed.
Gu Jiao led her horse past the referee and suddenly stopped, turning her head to look at the referee, "Are you sure what just happened isn't considered a foul?"
The referee replied, "It wasn’t."
"Oh." Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow, "So, as long as someone is knocked down by the ball, it doesn't count as a foul."
The referee frowned, feeling this statement was not quite right, and corrected, "You can't deliberately use the ball to attack the opponent."
Mu Chuan was knocked off while intercepting the ball. The opponent didn’t target him directly.
"Oh." Gu Jiao said, "So it's not a foul if it's unintentional?"
That was technically correct, but it sounded a bit off coming from her.
The referee gave Gu Jiao a strange look but couldn't pinpoint what felt off. He nodded and said, "Begin."
Gu Jiao mounted her horse.
Yuan Xiao served the ball.
Zhao Wei had just grabbed the ball, but before he could secure it, it was snatched away by a Shaolin monk.
Gu Jiao sped up to catch up. Just as the Shaolin monk was about to swing his mallet, Gu Jiao suddenly spoke, "Amitabha."
The Shaolin monk was momentarily stunned, almost instinctively pulling back his mallet and performing a Buddhist greeting with his hand, saying, "Amitabha——"
Whack!
Gu Jiao struck the ball away!
The Shaolin monk was left speechless.
Yuan Xiao received the ball and passed it to Zhao Wei, who then passed it back to Gu Jiao.
At this point, they were very close to the goal at the opponent’s side, and Mu Qingchen was already in position.
The Shaolin monks chased after, and Gu Jiao was caught between two opponents.
"Liulang!" Yuan Xiao called out from not far away.
He wanted her to pass the ball to him, then he would pass it to Mu Qingchen.
However, Gu Jiao didn’t follow this plan. She took a risky move and passed the ball directly to Mu Qingchen.
Sure enough, it was intercepted.
Yuan Xiao sighed in frustration, "Oh no!"
The ball was intercepted by the monk with the six burn scars. He intended to pass it to another monk, but Gu Jiao kept her focus tightly on the latter.
A ruthless glint flashed in the six-scarred monk’s eyes as he swung his mallet with all his might to strike the ball.
This swing used almost all of his strength.
Mu Qingchen thought to himself that things were looking grim. This was not a ball the monk actually wanted to pass to his teammate; he had planned to use the same move that they had used on Mu Chuan on Gu Jiao.
Liulang must not catch it directly!
Mu Qingchen wanted to stop Gu Jiao, but it was already too late. Gu Jiao extended her mallet.
"Ah——"
With a scream, the Shaolin monk behind Gu Jiao was hit by the ball and fell off his horse!
It turned out that Gu Jiao had indeed extended her mallet earlier, but not to receive the ball. Instead, she had lightly tapped the ball to alter its direction.
The fallen monk was not lightly injured, and his companion shouted, "You fouled!"
Gu Jiao spread her hands, "How did I foul? You people hit the ball with so much force that no one could catch it. Is that my fault?"
The Shaolin monks were rendered speechless.
The referee ruled it as an accident with no foul, and the game continued.
The power of the monk with six burn scars was not to be underestimated. The monk who fell was injured enough to be temporarily replaced by another monk.
The substitute monk was slightly less skilled, which created an opening for Tianqiong Academy. Before the end of the second chukka, Tianqiong Academy scored a goal.
It seemed the Shaolin monks were enraged. At the start of the third chukka, Yuan Xiao’s arm was injured from a jarring blow.
"Are you alright?" Mu Qingchen asked.
Yuan Xiao gritted his teeth as he gripped the mallet, "I'm fine... I can continue..."
They had no choice but to continue. With only five skilled players and Mu Chuan already out, if he were also to leave the field, they would be short of players and would have to forfeit.
Gu Jiao looked at Yuan Xiao's pained and trembling right hand, and her gaze turned cold.
She switched her mallet to her left hand, wrapped the reins around her right hand, and swiftly snatched the ball from the opponent.
The monk who lost the ball was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting the opponent’s speed to increase so suddenly!
After seizing the ball, Gu Jiao didn’t pass it to anyone but carried it toward the goal at the opponent's side by herself.
The monk with six burn scars was already waiting.
With a sudden burst of murderous intent, Gu Jiao struck the ball towards the goal.
The six-scarred monk’s eyes flashed with contempt as he raised his mallet to intercept.
At that moment, an incredible thing happened——as the six-scarred monk’s mallet touched the ball, he was unexpectedly thrown back, his entire body sent flying!
What a terrifying force!
He was directly thrown out of the field, crashing into a column below the stands, and then awkwardly fell to the ground!
Everyone was stunned, and even many people in the stands stood up.
What just happened?
Did the Shaolin monk get knocked off?
How could this be?
"Sixth senior brother!"
The monks rushed to the edge of the field, dismounting and hurrying to their fallen comrade.
"Was that... was that Liulang just now?" Yuan Xiao was utterly shocked.
Even knowing Xiao Liulang's abilities, he hadn’t expected such power. The force of that blow was something Mu Qingchen couldn't even produce.
"Did he use internal force?" Zhao Wei asked.
Mu Qingchen, with a complicated expression, replied, "No."
He didn’t sense any internal force; Xiao Liulang used his own physical strength.
Zhao Wei's eyes lit up, "Liulang is that strong? Then, didn’t these monks hit a brick wall?"
Mu Qingchen said, "Indeed, they hit a brick wall."
These Shaolin monks' prowess in the game wasn’t because their polo skills were exceptionally extraordinary. Compared to Xu Ping, they were still lacking. Their advantage lay in their speed and strength. Without using internal force, no one could match these body-tempered monks.
They could intercept any ball hit by others, and no ball struck by them could be intercepted by others.
Yuan Xiao scratched his head, "Was Liulang always this strong?"
Mu Qingchen paused and said, “No.”
The strength Xiao Liulang displayed when taming the horse king wasn’t as formidable. It seemed that the current encounter with these Shaolin monks had unleashed his potential.
Gu Jiao's move was impressive. In the pavilion, Ming Junwang couldn't close his mouth in astonishment, "What kind of monster is that guy? Those are Shaolin monks!"
Han shizi watched the defiant young man on horseback, and a figure from his childhood suddenly flashed in his mind.
It was the eldest son of the Xuanyuan Family.
A young man who could kill a fierce tiger with a single punch without using internal force.
Gu Jiao looked at her own hands.
Hmm, these monks are quite useful. It seems my strength has recovered a bit more.
It had been months since there had been any sign of improvement.
Gu Jiao curved her lips into a smile and swiftly glanced at the Shaolin monks who were about to return to the field, a green light flashing in her eyes.
The Shaolin monks collectively felt a chill down their spines!
What was this inexplicable sense of foreboding?
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In the suspenseful supernatural novel “Records of Mortals,” Jiang Baiyan, once a solitary and impoverished youth, finds refuge in the Shi family of Chang’an due to his extraordinary bloodline. With his clear and captivating peach blossom eyes, this seemingly innocent young man conceals a fanatical and malevolent lunatic within. Destined to succumb to darkness amidst hardship and degradation, he becomes a harbinger of chaos.
When Shi Dai suddenly transmigrates, she takes on the role of the Shi family’s young lady, the one who subjects him to countless trials, eventually leading to her demise.
The twist? She never got to finish reading the novel.
From what she knew of the plot, Jiang Baiyan was just a silent, timid, and often bullied pitiable character.
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Jiang Baiyan had never encountered someone like Shi Dai.
After he had slaughtered all the evil creatures in the garden, the blood-stained young man, exuding a murderous aura, approached her step by step, his lips curling into a malicious smile, "Scared?"
Shi Dai responded, “You’re really amazing! I applaud you until I spin like a spiral and fly around the moon three hundred times! And also——you have dimples when you smile!"
Jiang Baiyan: ...?
—
After seeing her at a lantern festival with another man, Jiang Baiyan lowered his eyes, his fingers twirling her hair. He said in a mocking and sinister tone, "The mansion in the western suburbs...if I hide you there, no one will find you, right?"
Shi Dai replied, "Does it come with meals and lodging? Can I sleep in everyday? Oh, and your cooking is the best!"
Jiang Baiyan: ...?
—
Jiang Baiyan was supposed to dislike her, even hate her, but as their separation drew near, his eyes turned red and he grabbed her sleeve, pleading, "Don't abandon me, alri—”
Shi Dai responded, "Alright, alright, I’ll only have you. Mwah."
Jiang Baiyan: ...?
He hasn't finished his lines yet though…