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Chapter 411 Running on all fours, carrying a ball on his head, Shark Baby shocks the world's number one defense.

The thought of Dailulu blowing his head off made Li Ji not want to look at her again. He scanned the entire field, hoping to find someone who could step up and control the ball.

Li Ji's gaze met that of the fat man, John, who was shaking his head repeatedly, his enormous double chin swaying wildly. Li Ji was afraid that he would exhaust himself because of this.

Looking at the black man in midfield, the other man immediately turned his head and whistled.

"You really don't want to catch the ball?"

Lee Ki's gaze has a kind of radiating quality; whoever he looks at will avoid looking at him.

Only Dailulu, Mang Ershao, and Shabao were waving at him frantically.

Li Ji analyzed: Dailulu is so bad, it's better to pass to Manelli directly instead, which would save some trouble; Mang Ershao is surrounded by wolves and can't win the ball at all; Sha Bao is charging towards the large open space behind the opponent's defense.

As long as he can serve the ball over the opponent's defense, Shark can quickly create an opportunity.

It seems the only option is to find a way to pass it on to Shark Baby.

Li Ji lacked confidence in his strength; he didn't believe he could kick the ball 60 meters across the halfway line.

He took advantage of his retractable legs, aiming to burst out like a spring, converting elastic potential energy into kinetic energy to achieve long-distance ball transfer.

But what kind of movement can make your legs spread out like a bow and arrow?
Li Ji had a flash of inspiration; he remembered the movements he had learned in India from that yoga master who had killed himself.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire audience, he pulled his right foot back with his right hand, standing on one leg like a golden rooster, while stretching his left hand forward to maintain balance.

The entire audience was stunned once again.

The commentator frowned and said in confusion, "There are still three seconds left in the kickoff, and Hamburg's goalkeeper Oddo doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He even started doing yoga on the field. This behavior is a bit strange."

Li Ji suddenly let go, and his right leg shot out like a rubber band, so fast that only a blurry afterimage could be seen.

With a loud "bang," a short, fast, long ball was kicked out.

The football sped across the halfway line, through the opponent's defense, and flew towards the open space behind them.

The commentator exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap! What just flew out?! Sorry, I lost my composure just now. This Oddo player, his actions are always so unpredictable. But to be fair, that goal kick was of very high quality, short and fast, it's just that the distance was a bit far, his teammates probably couldn't catch it."

While everyone was still marveling at what this action was, Delulu was already breathing on herself.

"Li Ji, you idiot cat! Give me my ball, cat!"

Royals' number 2 defender, the tall, black Uru, watched the football fly over his head, confidently turned around and ran off.

He spread his arms to reassure his teammates that he could control the ball.

Before turning and starting his run, he carefully observed the entire field. His opponents were all far away, and with his extremely fast speed and strong physique, he was determined to win the ball.

The Second Young Master Mang, who was chasing him, was still far away and not fast enough, so he was not a threat at all.

I can make sure I touch the ball two seconds in advance and use my body to shield it, thus safely passing the ball out.

He was confident that even if he replaced the opponent with Manelli, he could still get the ball.

The commentator remarked, "This ball should undoubtedly be pocketed by Uru. Oddo's pass was good, but the distance was too far, and his teammates couldn't possibly pass it—wait a minute, something just darted past!"

Just as Uru was about to touch the ball, amidst the clamor of shouts, he vaguely heard the goalkeeper yelling. He couldn't make out what he was saying, but judging from his lip movements, it seemed like he was saying, "Watch out behind you!"

"What's there to be careful about behind me?" He turned around and only saw a blur and a cool breeze.

By the time he realized what he was seeing, the four-limbed monster had already headbutted the ball four meters away.

"what?"

Sha Bao was seen running on all fours like a mad dog across the empty half of the field, pushing the ball forward with his head, his tongue lolling out, and even a smile on his lips.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and everyone stood up to watch. Several friends hanging from the trees fell down because they were too excited.

Uru realized something was wrong and quickly sped up to catch up.

The commentator exclaimed excitedly, "Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Hamburg's right-back Jamaat sprinted from the backfield like a cheetah, intercepting the ball that was within Uruguay's reach. His speed is like that of a cheetah. Did the cameras really capture that? I feel like that speed is almost like Usain Bolt's!"

"Uru is catching up. As the fastest center-back in football, his sprinting speed is comparable to that of a striker. It is said that his 50-meter speed in the team is second only to Manelli. According to reliable data, his sprinting speed can also rank among the top 5 in the entire football world."

"But it seems he's not going to catch up with his opponent!"

Uru ran wildly, but he could only watch Shark Baby's figure get further and further away. He struggled to stride with his long legs, using all his strength, his calves filled with muscle soreness.

"Why? Why is he getting further and further away! That can't be! Isn't this guy a restaurant waiter?"

Uru charged forward, watching as the opponent entered the penalty area, when suddenly he pressed his chin against the ball, then turned around and made a face at himself.

Shark covered its mouth with its hand and kept flicking its tongue at the other person.

"Too slow, gorilla! Nya nya nya!"

Shark was not having a good time running because Li Ji asked him to keep his speed within human limits, which was incredibly slow. The gorilla behind him was even slower and more boring.

The gasps from the audience rose to another level.

Commentator Cook grabbed his hair and shouted: "My God! Jama came to an abrupt stop in a 100-meter sprint comparable to Bolt's. Are those even human ankles and knees? What is he doing? He's making faces at Uruguay! I've never heard of such a streetball-like humiliation before, and the person he's humiliating is the best defender in the league right now."

"Before this match, who would have thought that a semi-professional player, restaurant waiter Jama, would overwhelm Uru with his speed and even have time to taunt him?"

The female commentator, Jenny, cried out in anguish, "Can you please stop pulling my hair!"

"Excuse me."

Seeing Shark's provocative behavior, Uru was furious. He gritted his teeth and ran forward as fast as he could.

"Damn it, we were humiliated by amateur players! That's outrageous!"

But it was too late. Shark looked at the goal, preparing to shoot, while he was still three meters away from him.

Royals' number 1 goalkeeper, Cado, rushed out and ran out of the goal line the moment Shark received the ball, at which point the two were less than three meters apart.

He spread his arms, ready to receive Shark's shot at any moment.

The commentator excitedly exclaimed, "The goalkeeper has come out! This is one of Cudo's signature moves. Even in one-on-one situations, he can still make those impossible saves with his calm mind and superb skills. Data shows that his one-on-one save rate is as high as 75%. At this moment, he is very close to his opponent, which will limit the opponent's shooting range."

Kudo carefully observed Shark's movement trajectory. He was very experienced and could analyze the opponent's movement choices by looking at the opponent's stride frequency and center of gravity. This was also the reason for his extremely high one-on-one save rate.

"This guy runs on all fours and dribbles with his head, how the hell am I supposed to analyze him?!"

(End of this chapter)