The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1388 - 1388 674 Overlord Jiaojiao_2

Chapter 1388: 674 Overlord Jiaojiao_2 Chapter 1388: 674 Overlord Jiaojiao_2 This turned out to be a spinning ball, emitting a whistling sound as it rotated, the Shaolin Warrior Monks shouted loudly, swinging their clubs to block!

Bang!

The Shaolin Warrior Monks were sent flying!

“Hiss—” Mu Chuan gasped a breath of cold air.

Gu Jiao looked at the line of Shaolin Warrior Monks in front of her: “Who’s next?”

The monks looked at each other simultaneously.

Gu Jiao’s lips curled up, and she struck out another ball.

Bang!

Another Shaolin Warrior Monk was sent flying.

This was nothing like when they tried to intercept the ball mid-game using methods to provoke Gu Jiao into fouling; here, as long as they dared to dodge, Gu Jiao would score.

Every time a monk was dismounted, the referee would call a timeout, waiting for the monk to get back on the horse before continuing.

It’s worth mentioning that as long as the ball striker didn’t foul, the game would resume from where it was paused.

In other words, Gu Jiao didn’t even need to move, and could continuously play a game of … er, not sandbag, but cuju.

For an entire quarter, Shaolin Warrior Monks were sent flying in turns, leaving Mu Chuan roaring with laughter at his relief.

You all ganged up on me, now it’s my turn!

The Shaolin Warrior Monks, not being able to take it anymore, finally thought of a method: whenever they were sent flying, they would use their clubs to knock the ball out of bounds, and thus it could be ruled as out of play.

Although the out of bounds caused by them would result in the opposite team taking the kick, at least they wouldn’t be pummeled by being pinned at the goalmouth.

But every time the ball was about to go out, Mu Qingchen would hook it back, then look at them coldly, as if to say—keep taking your beating.

Shaolin Warrior Monks: “…”

“I’m not playing, I’m not playing…” After being sent flying again, a Shaolin Warrior Monk sat on the ground and started crying.

The scarred Buddhist Monk was furious, his body bursting with intense murderous aura.

He waved his arms violently and said fiercely, “Kid! You’re seeking death!”

Up in the stands, Second Master Jing’s hand trembled, spilling tea all over his older brother: “This is bad, it’s a Shaolin secret technique, the body hardens with qi, invulnerable to blades and spears!”

Gu Jiao hit the ball high into the air, slapped her palm onto the saddle, and sprang up into an aerial flip, striking the falling ball hard with her club!

The scarred Buddhist Monk: “Vajra, Indestructible, Body!”

Bang!

“Ahh—” The scarred Monk’s nose was crooked, his mouth askew, and with his tongue hanging out, he was sent flying.

Gu Jiao slung her club over her shoulder: “Whether you’re Vajra or not.”

“Hey.” Mu Qingchen called out to Gu Jiao and signaled with his eyes to the flag count near the judges’ stand, “Had enough fun?”

It was the last quarter, and they were still nine flags short.

Gu Jiao licked her lips, still not having had enough fun.

But it didn’t matter, the monks couldn’t hold on anymore.

Gu Jiao, on her own, had exhausted the spirit and stamina of the Shaolin Warrior Monks; Tianqiong Academy then launched a full assault, causing the Shaolin Warrior Monks to tremble so much that they could barely swing the club. In the end, Tianqiong Academy claimed victory with a score of thirteen to ten.

In the attic room, Gu Jiao was treating the injuries of Mu Qingchen and the others. After so many games, this one resulted in the most serious injuries, with almost everyone’s arms numb and the palms of their hands raw and bleeding.

Mu Chuan, with gauze hung around his neck, occasionally assisted Gu Jiao, passing the wound medicine: “These Shaolin Warrior Monks are really ruthless with their moves.”

The Shaolin Warrior Monks passing by the door stumbled at that moment.

Who’s the one being ruthless, really?

You all are still hopping around after your match, while we don’t even have the strength to walk anymore, okay?

The Shaolin Warrior Monks were pitiable, being dragged into the room by the guards.

All five Warrior Monks that came were bruised and swollen-faced, thrown about until they resembled pig heads.

Sitting exhaustedly on chairs, they couldn’t even move their fingertips.

Suddenly, the door was violently kicked open with a clang, and a devilish-looking youth appeared coldly at the entrance.

The monks’ bodies tensed up!

He’s here, he’s here, he’s coming with his club!

Gu Jiao gently tapped her palm with her club, eyed the monks, and asked, “Who sent you here?”

The monks were startled, looking at each other.

Gu Jiao hummed, “What? Not willing to talk?”

“Young Master Qingchen.”

Outside the door, a servant from Lingbo Academy called out, “The doctor has arrived.”

Mu Qingchen spoke indifferently: “No need, I’ve already brought in a doctor to treat the esteemed monks from Shaolin Academy. You can go back, the doctor… will take good care of them.”

The Warrior Monks’ eyes widened collectively.

Don’t go! Don’t leave!

“Then I’ll be in your care.”