I was a charlatan in India

"Thump."

At Suliye's command, the drumming stopped again.

However, this pause lasted slightly longer.

The wait was so long that many viewers began to feel a little impatient...

Sudden.

The big drum started beating again, and with each strike, the dark-skinned, thin, and short men would strike their waist drums twice, creating a simple rhythmic coordination.

"Thump, thump-thump".

"Thump, thump thump..."

Amidst the sound of drums, the beautiful woman standing in the center of the field spoke once again.

"Next, we'll be entering..."

She paused deliberately.

"The monk thief!"

Someone screamed.

The crowd responded enthusiastically, shouting in unison.

"Yes, release the monk thief, let him out!"

"Release the traitorous monk! Release the traitorous monk! Release the traitorous monk!"

Mountain whistle tsunami!

Even the most virtuous monks, with their excellent self-control, looked extremely unpleasant at this moment.

Besides, their manners aren't exactly refined either.

Good heavens! I haven't eaten any of your rice, so how have I become a thief?

The one in charge, you wait! After the competition, I'll send my disciples to burn down your house!

"Clang, clang!"

The gate opened, and a group of high-ranking monks took a deep breath and walked into the hall with grim expressions.

However, before they could get angry, the beautiful women surrounded them.

"Hey Da De, come join us!"

"I heard you girls have a lot of tricks up your sleeves, do you want to show us your skills...?"

"Pop!"

Even bolder ones would pounce on the monks and give them a big kiss on their bald heads.

These eminent monks are much more pleasing to the eye than the commoners.

And it's even more expensive!

Capture a monk, and you'll be rewarded thirtyfold!

Oh, the god of wealth with very little hair!

Upon seeing this, the audience's initial dissatisfaction vanished instantly.

What's the point of watching a game if not to broaden your horizons?

I've never seen anything like this before. Slurp! It's so delicious, a perfect 10 or even 9 out of 10!

"Benefactor, this is impossible..."

"Haha, don't just focus on his bald head, put your energy into the right things!"

"Tsk tsk, you should learn from them, just grab it with your hands!"

"Riding a bald donkey, Wuhu, what great horsemanship!"

The high monk was completely dumbfounded.

In terms of sheer power, they shouldn't be unable to handle these guys, the problem is...

Cough cough cough, this doesn't really count as an attack!

These eminent monks weren't all cooks; some of them had quite wild personalities.

But you can't go too far in front of several thousand people...

Not to mention, some people are out of control!

The sounds coming from the vicinity told me what had happened without me even looking.

No, you guys are being way too bold!

I take back what I said earlier. These lowly people are definitely not simple. Putting aside everything else, their shamelessness alone is...

"Junior brother, what are you doing? Wake up!"

It seems that some high-ranking monks have already broken through their defenses.

Remaining unmoved by the advances of a woman in one's lap requires a high degree of self-control.

This part is actually the standard routine for group combat, except there are a lot of beautiful women stuffed in.

In ancient slave gang fights, the number of beautiful women thrown out was generally far less than the number of slaves on the field. This could lead to those who didn't get to fight resorting to dirty tricks, becoming the trigger for unleashing their bestial instincts.

And those who managed to grab it...

As you know, during a period of reflection, people usually regret their actions.

This sense of despondency and helplessness is also a treat for the audience.

Of course, the process itself is very interesting.

His Majesty Ashoka forbade gladiatorial combat among slaves, but he did not forbid the logical process within it. These were elements designed by a master of stage control, and it would be a pity to simply discard them.

If gladiatorial combat doesn't work, it can always be used in football.

Even An Shu felt it was only natural.

Actually, it's not so bad to deal with high-ranking monks whose defenses have been broken; it's those whose defenses haven't been broken that are the real troublemakers.

The youngest monk, amidst the warmth of the women and the cheers of the audience, blushed and stiffened.

He frantically recited scriptures in his mind, but his body moved uncontrollably to prostrate himself in worship.

No, this is a failure of faith.

Absolutely not!

The fragrance, as sweet as orchids and as alluring as musk, stirred his desire. He wanted to touch it but dared not, and he pushed it away but dared not push too hard, much like the 1986 version of Tang Sanzang.

In this absurd arena, it has ironically become an excellent seasoning.

"Come on, let me open a bet too, and see if that guy can last five minutes!"

"Haha, I can't bet!"

"I said no!"

"Tsk tsk, if you ask me, even if it's just to fit in later, he has no choice but to get involved, since more and more people are falling for it!"

"This monk thief is so resilient, could he have some unspeakable reason?"

Suddenly, a member of the audience stood up abruptly.

He tore off his clothes, wrapped a small bottle tightly around it, and then swung his arm around several times, aiming at the high monk.

Leave you!

"Master, if that doesn't work, I have some divine oil from the Kingdom of Qu Nu, hahaha!"

The clothes did not provide adequate protection, and the magic oil hit a high monk precisely on the head.

"Thump!"

There was a moment of silence on the field, followed by an even more violent burst of laughter.

"Hahahaha, it sounds good! If it sounds good, it's a good head!"

Meanwhile, the beautiful women who weren't assigned players weren't idle either; they had their own tasks to complete.

That's just fabricating trash talk.

Because the two sides in this match are very special—one side is a mentally unstable commoner who has taken strong drugs, and the other side is a Buddhist monk who is theoretically well-mannered—it's impossible to start a fight between them.

Therefore, they are needed to spread rumors and create an atmosphere.

The lines were all designed by An Shu.

Soon, the eminent monks all attained enlightenment and became as pure as sages.

But those Dalits are different.

The medication they take will continue until they are completely exhausted.

However, this absurdity certainly cannot continue indefinitely.

After all, this is a ball game.

Now that both teams' players have entered the field, the match must be played properly!

what?

What do you think just happened?

Nothing just happened?

In short, with the two priests carrying the ball onto the field, the match is about to begin.

This match used a two-ball system, with one ball being a durian and the other a merit ball.

This fully demonstrates the spirit of fair competition and inclusive coexistence.

Both sides can compete for either ball; a goal is scored as long as the ball is kicked into the opponent's goal.

Two priests, wearing thick gloves, expounded the rules.

The priest holding the merit ball had a solemn expression and a steady gait, as if he were holding a sacred object.

The priest carrying the durian wore gloves and moved cautiously, even with a hint of disgust.

You know, merit balls are extremely rare.

Damn it, why am I the one holding the durian? It might even have been kicked by those lowly commoners!

Of course, nobody cared except for the two of them.

"Let's get started already! I can't wait to see those bald monks get kicked!"

"I mean, is that thing covered in hard thorns the merit ball? It looks a bit scary."

"I've heard that those eminent monks used it for cultivation, so I'm afraid this lowly group won't get much benefit from it..."

"I think that bandit group is quite formidable. Look at them now, they look much more spirited than the high monks."

"Tsk tsk, let's see how they perform!"

"Yes, haha, let's watch the show!"

Next...

The two priests, in a burst of energy, let out a low shout and threw out the merit ball and durian at the same time.

The competition has officially begun!