The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife-Chapter 673.1: Extreme Power

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The sound of the gong rang out.

Under the blazing sun, Mu Qingchen’s expression turned serious as he steadily swung his mallet and made a perfect serve, sending the ball flying.

“Second sister, hurry up!”

Outside the polo field, Su Xue dragged her second sister through the crowd, showing their tokens to the guards to gain entry.

“Slow down.” Second Young Miss Su said, her hand aching from Su Xue’s grip.

Su Xue responded, “They just sounded the gong. The polo match has started!”

Second Young Miss Su frowned slightly, “So what if it has started? Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I want to see Xiao… I mean, see fourth brother.” Su Xue said earnestly. "Ever since fourth brother moved into the academy, I haven't seen him in a long time."

Second Young Miss Su sighed, "If Father finds out we're skipping Master Fu's chess class to watch a polo match, he will definitely punish us."

Su Xue grabbed her wrist and headed towards the Tianqiong Academy’s viewing stands, “He won’t! Let’s go!”

Mu Qingchen’s serve was excellent, both in speed and accuracy.

The person who caught the ball was Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei had been learning polo since childhood and had impeccable skills. He successfully caught the ball that Mu Qingchen had hit and looked towards Mu Chuan ahead.

Mu Chuan nodded at him.

Zhao Wei passed the ball to Mu Chuan, who then passed it to Gu Jiao. By this time, Mu Qingchen had already galloped ahead and reached the goal at the opponent’s side.

Gu Jiao passed the polo ball to Mu Qingchen, who then swung his mallet and aimed for the goal.

The four of them coordinated flawlessly, their movements seamless, and the spectators finally saw the Tianqiong Academy play a proper polo match.

However, just as the ball was about to enter the goal, something unexpected happened.

A Shaolin monk on horseback leapt forward, reaching the goal and striking the ball that Mu Qingchen had hit out of the goal.

This swing sent the ball extremely far, almost halfway across the polo field.

Zhao Wei and Mu Chuan, having already ridden back, hurried to chase the ball, but before they could even catch sight of it, a gong sounded from the referee's stand.

A goal?

The two were stunned.

Shaolin Academy scored the first goal, earning the opening flag.

“What just happened? How did it go in?” Mu Chuan was completely puzzled.

He and Zhao Wei were chasing the ball, but did it somehow burrow itself into the goal?

Of course, it wasn’t that the ball burrowed itself; it was that the Shaolin monk's move was so fast they didn't see it.

Zhao Wei frowned as he looked at the smug Shaolin monk and recalled, "It wasn’t just speed——they had a strategy! That monk with the three-ring scars blocked our view with his horse. He swung his mallet to grab the ball, making us think it was with him, but it was actually further ahead, already in the hands of the monk with the six-ring scars."

After Zhao Wei’s analysis, Mu Chuan felt like his beliefs had been shattered, “That’s so sneaky!”

Since the opposing team had scored, Tianqiong Academy had possession for the next play.

This time, Zhao Wei served.

He passed the ball to Mu Chuan, but before Mu Chuan could even swing his mallet, a Shaolin monk darted past him.

The Shaolin monk took the ball away.

Mu Qingchen was pinned down by opponents on both sides, unable to break through.

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

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

But they lost the ball again.

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

The speed at which Shaolin Academy scored goals was outrageously fast, even faster than the goal-scoring record set during the game when the horse king was on a spree.

Mu Chuan and Zhao Wei were panting from exhaustion, and even Mu Qingchen and Gu Jiao had a light sheen of sweat on their faces.

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

Mu Chuan, gasping for breath, said, “What kind of monks are these? They’re too fierce! Liulang, why not bring your horse king?”

Gu Jiao replied, “It’s still young and can’t be ridden.”

Mu Chuan muttered, "Didn't you ride it last time?"

Mu Qingchen calmly said, “Say less.”

Mu Chuan closed his mouth.

This wasn’t a problem of horses; it was a problem of people.

These monks were incredibly skilled, each with immense internal force and strength. The balls they hit were impossible for others to catch.

“Is your arm okay?” Mu Qingchen asked Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao had been intercepting the most balls.

Gu Jiao rubbed her nearly numb right arm, saying, “I’m fine.”

She just needed a moment to recover.

The match resumed.

Mu Qingchen served the ball.

Using internal force was actually prohibited in polo matches, and doing so was considered a foul. However, these young Shaolin monks, who had been tempering their bodies for years, wield an invincible strength, making each swing seem imbued with internal force.

As expected, Mu Qingchen’s ball was quickly snatched away again.

Mu Chuan, who was closest, swung his mallet to reclaim it, with Zhao Wei assisting from the side. Together, they disrupted the Shaolin monks' formation.

They were determined to get this ball!

A Shaolin monk, with a fierce expression, swung his mallet forcefully.

"I got it!" Mu Chuan stepped forward and intercepted the ball with his mallet.

At that moment, something unexpected happened. The monk had clearly anticipated the interception and had used an incredibly powerful force.

Mu Chuan was knocked off his horse and sent flying.

Zhao Wei's face changed dramatically, "Mu Chuan!"

Mu Chuan fell from his horse, landing heavily on the ground.

The entire field fell silent in an instant.

Another person had fallen off their horse, and everyone couldn't help but think of Nangong Lin, who had been trampled after falling. Could there be another accident like that?

The referee called a halt to the match.

Zhao Wei dismounted quickly, "Mu Chuan! Are you okay?"

Mu Chuan clutched his right arm, his face contorted with pain, "Is my arm broken?"

Gu Jiao jumped off her horse, crouched down, and supported his arm, "It's dislocated. Bear with it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she lifted her hand, and with a snap, she set Mu Chuan's arm back in place.

Mu Chuan cried out in pain.

Teacher Wu came over and took Mu Chuan off the field, replacing him with Yuan Xiao.

After careful deliberation, the referee finally ruled it an accident, determining that Shaolin Academy did not violate the rules.

"How is that not a foul?" Yuan Xiao protested, "They did it on purpose!"

He had been watching closely. The monk with three burn scars on his head had aimed his swing at Mu Chuan, intending to use the force of the ball to injure him.

"Did they always play like this?" Gu Jiao suddenly asked.

Mu Qingchen, the only one who had seen Shaolin Academy’s previous matches, answered, "They were always aggressive and dominant, but… never this ruthless."

If his martial arts weren't better than Mu Chuan's, he would have been knocked off his horse earlier as well.

He had asked Gu Jiao about her arm earlier because his own arm was also affected.

It seemed as if these Shaolin monks were deliberately targeting them. Was someone manipulating things behind the scenes?

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