Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 732 - 672: Murder Polo!

Chapter 732: Chapter 672: Murder Polo!

Upon seeing Zhang San enter the field, everyone began to feel uneasy.

At this moment, those nobles who had placed bets were genuinely worried that Zhang San would affect the game, especially since he had killed the Grand Preceptor on his first day at the Imperial College!

In particular, Preceptor Situ, when he thought of the Grand Preceptor’s head rolling to his feet, felt his own feet ache as if afflicted by athlete’s foot.

And at this moment, Han Baiwen’s face was pale as well.

Brother San, just thrash them hard, but please don’t kill anyone!

Although Han Baiwen wished those troublesome nobles would lose this round.

But their losing and someone dying on his polo field were completely different concepts!

At this moment, Zhang San, mounted on his horse and shaking the polo mallet in his hand, smiled at everyone watching the game.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today the Imperial College hosts this polo match here!"

"Not for victory or defeat! Not for glory or disgrace!"

"But to tell everyone, all students of the Imperial College, whether from an aristocratic family or humble families, are students of the Imperial College. They are all future ministers of the Great Sui!"

"If anyone wishes to make connections with the students of the Imperial College, I, Zhang San, whether as a teacher of Law Class A or as a preceptor at the Imperial College, am very welcoming!"

"But... if anyone dares to openly be enemies with the Imperial College, then I, Zhang San, am also happy to accompany them!"

As he said this, Zhang San’s icy gaze swept over everyone present.

Especially those of high status in the main stand.

At this moment, seeing Zhang San’s gaze, everyone was sweating profusely.

If it weren’t for the high stakes in this match, many would likely have turned around and left immediately.

And with Zhang San’s fierce words released, the red and blue teams continued to clash.

This time, one had to admit, the polo match was clean and sportsmanlike, not to mention any intentional hitting like before, even the scrambling for the ball was less murderous.

At this time, many high-ranking officials who just placed bets in the main stand were sweating profusely.

After all, according to the current trend, even if the Blue Team had difficulty scoring, it would end with the Red Team winning by only three goals.

Yet almost everyone had bet on an eight-goal win!

If everyone folded their entire stake in this round, then the Han Family might likely end up earning the most today.

Although Xin Daoyin had placed bets too, he was not worried at all.

He knew that if he made a move now, Zhang San would certainly retaliate, and more importantly, he would be taking the lead, but those high-ranking officials would also make a profit with him.

So, he had to stall for some time.

When there were only a quarter-hour left in the match, as the high-ranking officials grew increasingly anxious, then if he made a move at that time, they would all remember the favor he did for them.

Therefore, Xin Daoyin was not in a hurry at all.

And after some fierce exchanges between the two teams, the Red Team’s earlier three-goal advantage had now been reduced to a single goal.

That is to say, if the Blue Team scores one more goal, then this match would not result in a victory for the Red Team, but a draw!

Everyone knew, even just a draw would prove that the Aristocratic Families of Daxing City couldn’t suppress those from humble families.

Moreover, if the Blue Team’s people then rallied and somehow managed to win.

The people who played today, in high society circles afterward, might not be able to hold their heads high.

And just as the people of the Red Team were tangled and anxious, there was a bang.

A student fell off his horse and fainted.

Xin Daoyin sneered coldly at the Law Class A student who fell from his horse.

Zhang San immediately rushed over to that side while also looking toward the distant referee.

However, the referee glanced at Xin Daoyin and remained silent.

After all, he was just an ordinary referee, and with his own status, how could he dare to offend the Imperial Son-in-Law?

But Zhang San had already roughly understood what had just happened through the referee’s eyes.

"Xin Daoyin, I need an explanation."

"An explanation? What explanation? Your student was too tired and just fell off his horse. Isn’t that so? Are you saying he fell off and it’s my fault?"

Zhang San said nothing further, but he kept his eyes firmly on Xin Daoyin.

After a long period of polo competition, Xin Daoyin had already noticed that Zhang San didn’t know how to play polo.

So, taking advantage of Zhang San’s distraction during the scramble for the ball, he swung his polo mallet toward the Blue Team student who was trying to grab the ball.

With a bang.

The student, seeing that the situation was not good, immediately dodged, but the blow still struck his face.

The entire person was sent flying off the horse and crashed heavily to the ground.

This time, Zhang San saw everything clearly.

With a cold laugh, Xin Daoyin then said with a pained look, "Oh no! I didn’t mean to, are you alright?"

Zhang San gave Xin Daoyin a cold look.

Xin Daoyin, on the other hand, looked back at Zhang San with full provocation.

Initially, Xin Daoyin had thought Zhang San would be tough to deal with, but from Zhang San’s polo playing, his riding skills seemed mediocre.

With such skill, it would probably be hard to even catch up with him.

As long as he injured a few more students from the Blue Team, their lack of manpower would naturally give the Red Team a chance to win.

By then, even if Zhang San wanted to catch up and slash at him, he wouldn’t be able to.

Moreover, on the polo field, not only was there a system to check if anyone used Qi in their Rune Arrays, there were even restrictions on the use of Qi-enhanced Rune Arrays.

So, on the polo field, everyone could only compete in brute strength.

Thinking this, Xin Daoyin smiled smugly and chased after the polo ball.

Just then, Zhang San spurred his horse into a mad gallop, rushing towards the polo ball like lightning.

Many people were shocked by this scene.

The way Zhang San had been playing didn’t seem at all like someone skilled in polo.

Could it be that he actually knew how to play, and had been merely playing dumb?

And in the next instant, Zhang San swung his polo mallet horizontally towards the ball.

With a loud bang!

The mallet struck the ball squarely, sending it flying.

The ball shot straight forward and then with a bang, it hit a Red Team player’s back.

The player spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and tumbled from the horse.

Zhang San frowned and murmured, "An accidental hit, the polo ball struck someone. Getting hit by a polo ball shouldn’t be a big deal, right?"

At that moment, everyone felt the hairs on their bodies stand on end.

He was coming!

He was about to start!

The madman was about to start a killing spree with the polo balls!

Meanwhile, everyone looked towards the system that detected Qi in the Rune Arrays, but it showed no reaction whatsoever.

Then, Han Baiwen stepped forward and said, "I know you all have doubts. Since you came to watch polo, you must also have similar Woodcraft Making devices that can detect. Why not check for yourselves?"

Someone immediately brought out a Woodcraft Making device capable of tracking traces of Qi.

This device was originally used by the Magistrate of Metropolitan prefecture for investigating cases.

Later, when it spread to the hands of nobles, it became a way to check for cheating on the polo field.

The result showed that Zhang San really hadn’t used any Qi.

Bang!

While everyone was observing, Zhang San again hit a Red Team member squarely in the face with the ball.

This time, the person’s teeth burst out, and his entire face deformed.

The next moment, Zhang San turned his head to look at Xin Daoyin, then sent the uncontested polo ball flying towards him.

Xin Daoyin immediately defended, but found that the polo ball slowly rolled under his horse’s feet.

He naturally tried to strike the ball, but just as he leaned over to hit it, Zhang San had already arrived on his horse.

That moment, Xin Daoyin suddenly felt that Zhang San’s polo mallet looked more like a long sword used by an executioner.

Puff—

Xin Daoyin felt his world spinning.

While many nobles were still using their Woodcraft Making devices to observe Zhang San, they found that he indeed hadn’t used Qi.

It was just that the last stroke seemed to have knocked off a bigger ball.

Han Baiwen widened his eyes at the scene before him and sighed deeply.

The Ghost Consort died in his own polo field; his field was likely to close down for good now.