I was a charlatan in India

With the experience gained in the previous round, they can be said to be fully prepared for this round of the competition.

The venue, seating, shopping area, casino, and even lounges for both sides.

They actually treated the athletes like human beings.

Congratulations! Congratulations!

Even before the competition started, the area outside was already packed with people, and the deafening roar of the crowd could be heard even through several stone walls.

Inside the rest room, a group of high-ranking monks stood in a row, assuming a horse stance.

They focused their energy, their expressions solemn.

There was only one person standing on the opposite side; that was their goalkeeper.

These eminent monks each possessed unique skills.

He has dabbled in both martial arts skills in the mortal world and supernatural abilities in the realm of faith.

Therefore, they are very confident about this match.

Nevertheless, some preparations still need to be made.

"Come on, senior brother!"

A row of high-ranking monks addressed the goalkeeper in unison.

The monk who served as the goalkeeper was skilled in both palm and leg techniques, and his hands were covered with thick calluses.

When swung, a single slap weighs 500 jin (approximately 250 kg), and two slaps weigh 1,000 jin (approximately 500 kg).

Even when faced with a merit ball, he dared to reach out and catch it directly.

Of course, the others who kicked were just as ruthless.

With powerful legs and invincible feet, their reputations are well-deserved.

Seeing that his junior teammates were ready, the goalkeeper walked up to the first player and said, "Get your power ready, here I come!"

"good!"

The man held his breath and said, "Come!"

Upon hearing this, the goalkeeper aimed at his junior's crotch, tensed his calves, and kicked out fiercely!

"Ha! Ha! Humph!"

Every strike was delivered with full force, every strike aimed precisely at the vital points, every strike was powerful and heavy!

Horror!

However, after three kicks, the junior brother remained unfazed and his heart did not skip a beat!

After watching the last game, they came to a conclusion.

That is, in football, there is a hidden rule that there is some benefit to breaking an opponent's third leg.

At least the players on the field were working hard towards this goal in the later stages, especially in the second half.

In other words, that place is also highly likely to be attacked.

So they practiced hard through the night and made up for this last weakness.

He truly deserves to be called a high-ranking monk!

After kicking the ball three times, the goalkeeper stood firmly in position and gestured, "Junior brother, it's your turn!"

"Okay, senior brother!"

"Ha, ha, humph."

The power of those three strikes was far less than that of a goalkeeper.

"Didn't you eat? You're so weak and have no energy at all!"

The goalkeeper scolded, "Go easy on your players now, but they won't hold back on the field."

"Kick it again!"

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

"ha!"

"ha!!"

"snort!!!"

Each of the three blows was heavier than the last, causing even the goalkeeper's face to twitch.

However, he did not blame him; instead, he nodded emphatically as if praising him.

"Great, that's very energetic!"

"Senior brother!"

"Junior brother!"

Both players clasped their hands in a respectful greeting, and then the goalkeeper approached the second player: "Come here!"

In other words, the goalkeeper needs to play against ten different players in this stage.

This isn't about fairness; his position is the last bastion of Buddhism, and the tests he has to endure are naturally ten or even nine times greater!

"Junior brother, it's your turn!"

"Ha! Ha! Humph!"

The further back in the game they went, the more ferocious the goalkeeper's expression became.

Even though his forehead veins were bulging and his face was red and his neck was thick from holding back, he still clasped his hands in a gesture of martial virtue.

"good!"

Through this period of practice, these Buddhist monks, who had long been spoiled by their high positions, finally rediscovered their mindset for cultivation and even rekindled the bonds of brotherhood among their fellow disciples.

Oh, Buddha, I have understood your profound meaning.

The real treasure isn't your reward, but these fellow disciples around me!

"Senior brother!"

"Junior brother!"

Of course, not everyone is a monolithic group.

The goalkeeper could sense that several kicks were clearly loaded with power, obviously motivated by personal revenge.

That kick came from my second junior brother. He still harbors resentment about the abbot teaching me martial arts alone years ago.

Hmph, I'll deal with you after the competition.

We need your cooperation right now.

then.

"Junior brother, well done!"

"Now that's what you call an attack with angles, a powerful kick, and a wound with warmth!"

"Haha, senior brother is even more magnanimous, elegant, and has great bearing!"

These kinds of nonsense were naturally learned in the arduous factory.

"Senior brother!"

"Junior brother!"

Next, the goalkeeper walked up to his fellow students, took a deep breath, and spoke with great enthusiasm.

"Let's cut to the chase. I just want to emphasize two points about this match."

"First, never second."

"Secondly, we absolutely must get first place!"

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

The group of junior disciples stood with their hands behind their backs and answered in unison.

"Furthermore, I'd like to emphasize one more point."

The goalkeeper officially began to command the field.

"In any case, we must avoid serious injury."

"Because our goal isn't just to win this match, but also to advance to the next round and even the final!"

"And the best way to avoid serious injury..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Amitabha, the best way is to eliminate all the opponents before we get injured!"

"However, out of compassion for Buddha, we must not harm its life."

"Just break their Achilles tendons or the weakest point in their knee joints. Never attack vital organs, lest you give others cause for criticism, understand?"

Clearly, these eminent monks had studied the rules carefully.

This order at least shows that they have discovered that only the goalkeeper cannot have his leg broken, while other teammates can still resort to dirty tricks.

"Understood, Senior Brother!"

The goalkeeper nodded in satisfaction: "Very good!"

"Furthermore, the other side consists of a bunch of lowly people, who are likely to be daring, fearless, and willing to fight to the death."

"We are all fellow Buddhist disciples, and our lives are precious. Therefore, we should not exchange injuries for injuries, but rather cooperate and restrain each other."

"After the start, Third Junior Brother and Fifth Junior Brother, you two feign an attack on the right flank."

"good!"

"Seventh Junior Brother, your kicks are powerful and fierce, you're specifically designed to break waists and legs."

"yes!"

As he spoke, his tone became more forceful.

"Remember, when attacking the enemy, you must strike quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly! Make it seem like a surprise attack!"

"We are practitioners; we must not only win, but win cleanly and honorably!"

"Seize every opportunity to attack, making sure your kick breaks the leg immediately. Don't kick repeatedly, lest you give others cause for criticism!"

"Remember to apologize after you kick it, so outsiders can see my Buddhist magnanimity!"

"Hmph, I understand!"

The group of eminent monks were eager to try their skills.

"I'll only allow you to relax after we reach the finals and win the game, is that alright?"

"no problem!"

"Very good, this is a trial arranged for us by the Buddha, and we must not fail to live up to this good intention."

The group of high-ranking monks shouted in unison, "Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!"

During my time working in the factory, besides playing football, I learned to shout slogans the most.

You know, it's not entirely useless.

He at least raised the level of importance that the monks placed on the competition.

At first, they thought those uncultured commoners were not worthy of being their opponents.

If they played freely, any one of these players could probably wipe out the entire opposing team.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Their core goal is not just to win a match, but to go all the way.

Therefore, we must not only win, but also minimize losses, or even achieve a complete victory without taking any damage.

That's a bit difficult.

Unless they use the power of faith, they are still mortal beings and there is always the possibility of them getting hurt.

However, using supernatural powers would probably be inappropriate, since this is not Buddhist territory, but rather the territory of the heretical Shiva...

Wait, who is Shiva?

Because they are not in the same pantheon as the Shenhe, the corruption they have suffered is not so obvious. Their impression of Shiva is still stuck in the time of Ashoka, which is mixed and chaotic.

One moment he's the Beast Lord, the next the Storm God, then a scattered cult of witch doctors...

The only thing that doesn't show is the appearance of Shiva.

It felt like I'd heard it somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place the details.

"Speaking of which, senior, what kind of ball would we use if we were to participate?"

A high-ranking monk asked the question.

"It doesn't matter, we've practiced both methods anyway. Whichever one we choose, we'll utterly defeat those heretics!"

The other eminent monks all nodded in agreement.

Only the goalkeeper senior brother tried to dissuade him.

"Don't let your guard down. After all, they have been practicing for many days. To be honest, they have been working harder than many monks."

"We cannot look down on someone just because we have different beliefs. If we really stumble, we will lose face and be ashamed of Buddha."

Upon hearing this, all the eminent monks responded in unison.

"Yes, I will follow your teachings, Senior Brother!"