Although the crowd was very curious, seeing that the emperor remained seated and showed no sign of leaving, no one in the audience left their seats.

Before long, a simple playing field was set up, and the players from both the red and black teams slowly entered the field.

Soon, both the red and black teams sent out eleven players each and set up their formations.

"Is this... Cuju (ancient Chinese football)?"

"Looks like it, wow, this ticket is worth it, we can even watch a football match!"

"Are these people palace eunuchs? They're all big and burly."

"Never mind all that, as long as there's something to watch!"

As the two teams entered the field and the ball in the middle, the crowd couldn't help but show their excitement and began to discuss among themselves.

Listening to the discussions, Liu Hong, sitting in his seat, smiled and nodded. He could tell that most of the audience members were familiar with Cuju (ancient Chinese football) and enjoyed it very much.

"A new type of Cuju (ancient Chinese football) match, begin!!"

With a shout, the forwards from both the red and black teams rushed toward the ball in the middle of the field.

Xia Hun, playing as the Red Team's forward, rushed to the ball in a few strides, but instead of touching it, he crashed into an opposing player.

"Bang bang bang!"

As the ball was passed around, the sounds of bodies colliding rang out as players from both teams crashed into each other, with many falling to the ground in an instant.

After Xia Hun bumped into his opponent, he twitched his lips slightly, then kicked the ball forward and quickly chased after him.

"Red Team, charge with me!!"

With a loud shout from Xia Hun, the Red Team players followed closely behind, guarding both sides of the ball.

"Quickly...stop them!!"

The players behind the black team formed a human wall and rushed up to block the red team, and the two sides clashed again.

As if besieged by many people, the ball fell to the feet of the black team and was carried towards the red team's area.

Seeing this, Xia Hun and the Red Team players mustered their strength and chased after them.

The Cuju match entered into a fierce competition right from the start.

"Hiss~, is this Cuju (ancient Chinese football)? It looks like a war!"

"Yeah! Look at them, they're not just playing football, they're playing their hearts out!!"

"But...they play so violently...I love it...!"

"Yeah, suddenly I realize that the old-fashioned Cuju (ancient Chinese football) was just garbage! This is a real man's sport!!"

At this moment, the audience on the field also began to get excited. Watching the players of the red and black teams fight tooth and nail for the balloon, it was like watching two armies in battle. The audience's blood was completely ignited.

Soon, a quarter of an hour had passed, and the battle between the two teams remained deadlocked, with neither side able to break through the other's goal.

The audience's emotions rose and fell with each collision between the two teams, and the players' ferocity completely won over the football enthusiasts.

At this moment, Liu Hong also turned his head and made a gesture to the guards on both sides behind him.

The guards understood, and the ten guards on the left immediately shouted loudly towards the field:

"Red Team will win!!"

The spectators around who heard the guards' shouts were slightly taken aback, and many fans of the Red Team players immediately joined in the shouts.

"Red Team will win!!"

The shouts carried further and further, and more and more spectators joined in, cheering loudly for the red team.

This has greatly displeased many viewers who like the Black team players.

"Team Black will win!!"

Immediately afterwards, the guards on Liu Hong's right also shouted in unison, cheering for the Black Team.

"Team Black will win!!"

With the guards leading the way, the spectators who liked the Black Team also shouted in unison with all their might, cheering for the Black Team players.

For a moment, under Liu Hong's deliberate guidance, the audience was divided into two camps, just like the players on the field.

"Red Team will win!"

In the front row of the audience, Xiahou Dun was also shouting loudly in support of the Red Team.

"Team Black will win!"

Just as Xiahou Dun was shouting loudly with a flushed face, a very discordant sound suddenly came to his ears.

Xiahou Dun turned his head and saw that the voice was coming from Xiahou Yuan beside him. He couldn't help but shout angrily:

"Miao Cai, what do you mean? I'm supporting the Red Team, why are you supporting the Black Team instead??"

"But...but I like the Black Team!!"

Upon seeing Xiahou Dun's anger, Xiahou Yuan was startled, and then spoke without backing down.

"Look at your favorite Black Team, they're already getting crushed by the Red Team, what's there to like about them?"

Xiahou Dun couldn't help but snort angrily, pointing at the Black team on the field who had been forced to the goal several times, a look of disdain on his face.

Seeing this, Xiahou Yuan still stubbornly shouted:

"I admire their indomitable spirit, their refusal to give up even when pushed to the brink...!"

"Miao Cai, why do I get the implication in your words?"

Seeing that Xiahou Yuan dared to talk back to him, Xiahou Dun clenched his fist and waved it in front of Xiahou Yuan.

"No...no!! I just like the Black Team! Second Brother, put your fist away!!"

Seeing Xiahou Dun's outstretched fist, Xiahou Yuan, who had been holding his neck straight, immediately shrank back, and his original imposing manner vanished completely.

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