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.
