As time ticked by, the match was divided into six rounds. Due to the high danger of this sport, each round lasted only fifteen minutes.

Three rounds passed in the blink of an eye. During the halftime break, players were substituted, and the score was checked again. Beiyan always led Nanyue by two points.

Wufu waved at Mo Lan, whispered a few words in her ear, and Mo Lan quickly left.

"What’s going on?" Guan Chuying curiously asked.

Wufu smiled and shook her head. She had just sent Mo Lan to inform Ah Jiu to find a way to take down that young general Song Qingzhang. Once he was down, the others would be defeated easily.

Soon the break was over, and Wufu saw Ah Jiu with the forward’s flag. He had chosen to play as a forward.

In the last three rounds, the game grew increasingly intense. Ah Jiu had long noticed Song Qingzhang. This boy had a very resilient and steady nature, and even though Nanyue was behind in the score, he wasn’t affected at all.

This was just a horseball match; if it were a battlefield confrontation, Ah Jiu wouldn’t think winning against him would be easy. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

So, even if Wufu didn’t say, he would’ve changed strategies.

Song Qingzhang himself had the same thoughts. He also saw Ah Jiu as an opponent and was very interested in their strategy. That kind of tacit understanding and trust, along with precision and subtlety, was something their Nanyue did not have.

What a pity, they were opponents.

"Yuan Ye, attack his defender." Ah Jiu instructed Yuan Ye, who had just entered the field, to be his deputy forward.

"Yes."

The players who came on for the remaining rounds were all Ah Jiu’s usual guards, even more coordinated than before.

The horses seemed to become one with them, their hooves galloping rapidly. At high speed, their hindquarters occasionally bumped against those of the opposing team. The riders seemed like they were about to fall but in a flash, they were back on the horse’s body.

Song Qingzhang quickly felt he was at a disadvantage. His side’s players lacked tacit understanding, all rushing to steal the ball for themselves, without any consideration for their teammates.

"Su Luo, cover me from the left." Ah Jiu seized the opportunity, pulling the reins to drive his horse.

His horse was running rapidly, his body leaning slightly, tilting at a forty-five-degree angle with the horse, as if he and the horse would fall down in the next moment, while with his other hand, he powered the shot.

The ball flew in a beautiful arc through the air, touched slightly on Song Wei’s club, and still continued to rotate as it shot into the goal.

Song Wei’s face turned livid.

Ah Jiu, however, squinted his eyes in a smile and made a gesture at him.

Too arrogant!

The match became even more fierce, and under Ah Jiu’s assault, Song Qingzhang finally fell in the field and withdrew from the match. With his retreat, the remaining Nanyue players scrambled as if they’d lost their commander.

Ah Jiu, perhaps intentionally or accidentally, toyed with the goalkeeper Song Wei, sending the ball heading east but deliberately curving it west into the goal.

Beiyan’s score kept rising, and the entire Beast-fighting Arena fell into silence. Some even shouted it was over since many had bet on Nanyue winning.

Those who bet on Beiyan were cheering to hold on.

The game clock rang, ending the match.

Some cheered, and some cried.

Ah Jiu galloped towards the imperial stand, yanked the reins hard, the horse’s hooves rose high, yet his face was full of smiles, shouting, "Your Majesty of Nanyue, I have won!"

With a score of twenty to fifteen, leading by five points, if this wasn’t a win, what else could it be?

The Emperor of Nanyue looked at Ah Jiu’s smiling face, finding it utterly blinding, and felt a strong urge to retreat to the palace for some spiritual cultivation. What was there to be happy about!

And Old Mr. Meng let out a long sigh of relief, his beard was saved.