MMB Chapter 91 Passion in the Green Shade
Chapter 91 Passion in the Green Shade
As the competition warmed up, the divine power emanating from Varanasi took on a wondrous state.
It actually...
Has it become peaceful?
The middle and lower classes found enjoyment, while the lower classes also awakened a sense of existence and hope.
People stopped blaming each other and instead threw themselves into having fun and striving.
Although this competition is incredibly bizarre, from a religious perspective, it is actually beneficial for shaping a benevolent deity.
This is simply incomprehensible.
Mahata also squeezed into the audience.
As he waited for the match to begin, he pondered the rationale behind Surrey's organization of the game.
Even eminent monks are full of curiosity about new things.
Moreover, his senior and junior brothers are also preparing for the competition, so there must be something to it. Otherwise, given their profit-driven nature, how could they be so engrossed in it?
That's weird.
Let's take another look.
"The five things cry out, the five things cry out—!"
The competition officially began with the blowing of the giant buffalo horn!
A rapid series of drumbeats rang out.
The rhythm was a bit rusty, and it was even out of sync.
Because this was originally a set of rules used in slave gladiatorial arenas.
It hasn't been used for over a decade since King Ashoka implemented benevolent policies, and even the drummers were newly trained.
But it doesn't matter, the audience won't understand anyway.
Even if they just banged on things randomly, they still felt it was quite lively.
it is good!
That's it!
"Thump thump thump, thump thump thump, thump thump, thump!"
As the drumbeats grew louder, an extravagantly dressed priest, wearing thick gloves, rushed into the arena carrying a durian.
He spun around like he was throwing a discus, then aimed at the crowd that was already waiting in the middle of the arena and swung it hard!
Leave you!
The durian slammed into the player with a whooshing sound!
Both teams that appeared this time were ordinary commoners, and they had absolutely no cooperation with each other, making them a disorganized mess.
Durians flew towards them like cannonballs, and they scattered in all directions to avoid them.
However, it was soon realized that there was only one durian on the field.
We have to steal it and kick it into the opponent's goal.
This is the real business.
Oh ho! Here I come, you superior being!
He took the lead and rushed straight towards the durian.
Watch me score the first point and become the first goal scorer!
Seeing this, the others also rushed forward.
"Stop him!"
"Oh! I'll kick the first one!"
"Surround him from the side!"
"Hmph, we're all Dalits, what right do you have to tell me how to do things!"
"Listen to me, I am the Shudra..."
"Snapped!"
Someone grabbed his collar from behind and yanked him hard, choking him to speak and almost making him faint.
"Who, which bastard!"
He looked back angrily, but couldn't tell who had done the cruel thing.
"Grab it!"
A tall, thin man aimed at the person who had grabbed the durian, took a running start, and then, using the momentum...
Slide shovel!
Pretty!
The first-ever tackle in human history!
Hehehe, this is the kicking foot of a durian! With one blow, even the strongest person would have to kneel down and wail in pain!
However, he forgot that his opponent's legs and feet had also been forged in the arduous training factory.
Those calluses are so thick they're impervious to blades and spears; if you saw them off, you could probably use them as a hammer!
Come on, let's meet head-on, who's afraid of who!
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, the player carrying the ball was tackled and fell to the ground, losing his balance.
He used the momentum to roll over and pin the attacker to the ground, followed by a barrage of iron fists!
Damn it, the rules say you can't touch the ball, but they don't say you can't beat me up!
Although the shoveler had a large frame, he suffered from long-term malnutrition, so he wasn't much stronger than his opponent in close combat. Plus, being pinned down, he could only parry for a while.
However, the situation soon took a sharp turn for the worse.
"Let's grab the durians!"
Team members from both sides joined the fray, and the two fighters were knocked down and then subjected to a brutal stomp.
"Damn it, let's take down the guys on the other side first, then we can kick them however we want!"
Someone shouted something, and then someone grabbed their ankle and was pulled down!
"ah--!!"
He didn't bother to figure out who had done it, and swung his fist at the nearest person!
"You're crazy! Why did you hit me... Give it back!"
Just as the man was about to start cursing, he felt a weight lift off his head.
Someone stole his headband!
Ahhhhh!
That's two months' salary for me!
You can hit me, but you can't steal from me!
"I'll fight you to the death!"
His eyes were bloodshot as he searched for the headband, but in the chaos, it wasn't so easy to find his own.
But aren't there many on the field?
Bring it to you!
There has not been a moment of mourning for the victims; now the next great victim is about to be introduced!
Suffering is being passed on!
Isn't this a kind of pass?
"There's a traitor in our team, let's take him out first!"
Upon discovering that the one who had stolen his headband was one of his own, the guy who had his headband snatched flew into a rage, abandoning his opponent and charging straight at his teammate.
Run-up, jump.
Awooo! Watch my Dalit Flying Kick!
"Whoosh!"
The kick missed!
As he watched his target scramble and disappear into the crowd, his eyes widened in fury.
My salary!
That's two months' salary, earned by kicking myself!
No, it's not just about money.
That's an opportunity to rise above others and a path to promotion!
By the way, aren't there a lot of headscarves on the field?
I even managed to steal a shack, all for a small headscarf...
Ok?
If I manage to grab two headscarves, wouldn't I be able to sneak in and collect the prize no matter which team wins?
Anyway, I'm from the bottom of society, nobody knows me.
Yes, that's what we'll do!
Yes, that's the true essence of a ball game!
I understand now! I understand!
The point of a ball game is to crush your opponents and teammates until they're all kneeling on the ground, and to single-handedly destroy the entire world!
History always repeats itself in surprising ways, and even the changes in people's thinking are highly similar.
Robbery! Robbery! Robbery!
Kick a durian? Forget about it!
Kicking a durian is nowhere near as easy as snatching a headscarf.
Even if I can't score, I can still beat you to death!
The game quickly turned into a brawl, and then escalated into a team fight!
The audience cheered wildly!
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The sound grew louder and louder, gradually engulfing everything, even the drumbeats became insignificant.
That's awesome! This is exactly the kind of show that's exciting!
Ever since His Majesty Ashoka implemented that damned benevolent rule and banned gladiatorial games, we ordinary folks haven't even had any shows to watch!
What kind of football match is this? Isn't it just a mutated gladiatorial arena?
It's still a massive 22-player team battle!
What a brilliant way to circumvent the law!
Young Master Surrey is indeed insightful and knows what we want to see!
What's a ball game? Let's beat them hard!
Beat him up!
I want to see rivers of blood!
A group fight, that's awesome!
"Smash it with a grenade! What good are fists!"
The audience's enthusiasm quickly turned into urging and instruction.
"These lowly people, they can't even fight! Haven't they eaten? Why are they acting like such sissies!"
No wonder he's so despicable!
"I'll break his legs! I bet an odd number, so if I lose, I won't let you off the hook!"
A wealthy businessman brandished his fist, veins bulging on his neck.
"Haha, bro, you're totally out of the loop. If all their legs were broken, wouldn't that be a guaranteed double kill?"
"Oh, that makes sense!"
The man suddenly slapped his thigh.
Failed!
But it's okay, what's a little financial loss when you can see a competition like this! Consider it a donation to charity!
Young Master Surrey truly understands human suffering, and has come up with such a program to relieve stress. Excellent!
I misunderstood you. This city of Varanasi is indeed going to implement benevolent governance!