Everyone uses superpowers to play soccer, but you have so many different tricks up your sleeve.

"Interesting, is that a flash?"

"The distance was about 5 meters, and he didn't go directly towards the goal?"

As Qin Feng chased after Zhao Hui, his brain was already working at lightning speed, analyzing Zhao Hui's strength.

With the combination of two A-level players, most of the defensive players from Class 2 simply couldn't keep up with Zhao Hui. Even the players who were arranged by Qin Feng to defend and surround him were beaten by his special ability.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Hui quickly arrived at the edge of the penalty area. Without making any fancy adjustments, he unleashed a powerful shot, the ball streaking towards Fang Shou with sparks of starlight.

"How arrogant!"

Fang Shou cursed inwardly as he watched the football coming straight at him, but his actions showed no sign of slackness.

Still waters run deep; follow their flow, guide them rather than block them!

However, he only realized how terrifying the ball's power was after he touched it with both hands.

If Mu Yu's shots during training matches were like tigers, then the football at this moment is like an untamed lion!

His feet plowed two deep furrows in the grass, and he managed to keep the ball firmly outside the goal line with all his might.

Damn it!

With just one blow, his wrist, which had only recovered for less than two days, was once again wracked with excruciating pain.

"You're pushing yourself too hard. This is a battle spirit with A-level superpowers." Lin Xue'er spoke up, a rare occurrence, from inside Fang Shou's body.

There's no need to fight back against such a full-force shot. He's the only goalkeeper left in Class 2. If something happens to him, the game will completely fall apart.

"Conserve your energy. The match is still long. Even with an A-level compatibility, he can't maintain this high level of exertion for the entire match." Lin Xue'er rarely said this much; she wouldn't normally say so much.

"I see...."

Fang Shou said helplessly, although he understood the reasoning behind it, people are always emotional.

He was unwilling to give up before even trying.

"Heh, interesting, they actually managed to stop it." Zhao Hui wasn't annoyed when he saw the football being blocked; instead, his eyes lit up.

He had seen Fang Shou's information: B-level compatibility and C-level superpower. Such a configuration stopped his shot, which could not be explained by talent alone.

"Holy crap, Fang Shouniu!"

"Hahaha, our Fang Shouke is the nemesis of powerful shots!"

The morale of Class 2 soared instantly, and Qin Feng had by then basically completed his analysis of Zhao Hui's strength.

"The flash distance is 5 meters, and the cooldown time is currently around two seconds."

"2.2 seconds, it's still unclear whether he held back."

"It seems that there can be no obstacles blocking the way during the flashing."

.....

Su Ruoqing also chimed in, adding some points to Qin Feng's analysis.

"Young Master Liu, Young Master Mu, you two are the main force in the attack from now on!" Qin Feng confirmed the tactical plan before serving: "Leave the rest to me."

Liu Shaoren and Mu Yu were both quite surprised, not expecting Qin Feng to give up his chance to shine.

"If Zhao Hui comes to defend you head-on, pass the ball to another person immediately."

"Both of you must be in open space when you're not with the ball."

.....

Qin Feng quickly completed the tactical arrangement, and then Liu Shaoren took the ball and broke through.

Just as Zhao Hui was about to use his supernatural abilities to launch a surprise attack on Liu Shaoren, he found Qin Feng suddenly blocking his way.

"Oh? Interesting, very interesting." Zhao Hui looked at Qin Feng, who was blocking his way, with great delight: "Is this your strategy?"

"However... I'm not the only strong one in Class 1."

He was already starting to admire Qin Feng; he had found the weakness in Qin Feng's ability in just one attack round.

Unfortunately, Class 2's overall strength is still too weak, which is good because he can save some effort on the defensive end.

[The Wrathful Buddha in Golden Form]!

Liu Shaoren used his supernatural ability to push away the two people, and under the golden light, he began to become more and more confident.

Although it's unknown what methods Qin Feng used to block Zhao Hui, as long as Zhao Hui doesn't try to defend against him, he's invincible!

Just as he was feeling smug, it was as if he had crashed into a thick city wall. The terrifying recoil forced him to take several steps back.

The football was intercepted?!

"Kid, you're underestimating me." The man in front of him was standing on a ball, his eyelids drooping, looking lazy and like he hadn't woken up yet.

Xiang Long, B-grade compatibility, paired with the B-grade supernatural battle spirit [Diamond Body].

"No... Impossible! We're both 2Bs, how could you be so much better than me!" Liu Shaoren blurted out in disbelief.

With the same equipment, he was defeated in a single move, which completely overturned his understanding!

"You're the idiot!" Xiang Long's lazy posture and fighting face, carrying a fanatical momentum, surged forward with the ball.

"The wrathful Buddha's golden body!" Liu Shaoren refused to believe it and clashed with Xiang Long again, only to be knocked back several meters once more.

The shock that went straight to his internal organs reminded him of the pain he felt when he collided with Mu Yu earlier.

"Hmph, even with the same B-level compatibility, there will be a significant difference!" Liu Shaoren said, then dribbled the ball aggressively towards Class 2's penalty area.

"It seems I don't even need to lift a finger." Zhao Hui stood there, smiling as if he were a spectator, waiting for the outcome.

No sooner had Zhao Hui finished speaking than a deafening roar erupted from the court: "Hahaha, Xiang Long, stop right there!"

Mu Yu finally caught up with Xiang Long and confronted him head-on, his momentum unstoppable.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter how many come, they're all just trash." Xiang Long beamed with confidence, his words dripping with contempt for Mu Yu: "Among B-level personnel, I have no rivals!"

"Hahaha, watch this!"

"The power of a bear!" Mu Yu completely ignored these sarcastic remarks and charged towards Xiang Long like a tank.

The collision of flesh produced a huge, dull sound, the shockwave causing everyone to retreat in fright.

Liu Shaoren was still resting where he was, one hand pressed against his chest, looking incredulously in Mu Yu's direction.

"As expected, you've broken through!"

The scenes of our encounters seem like they happened just yesterday; I have truly lost.

After the terrifying collision, the two retreated, but Mu Yu only took one step back, while Xiang Long took several steps back.

"No!! Impossible!" Xiang Long's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. He clutched his chest with one hand and pointed at Mu Yu with the other, saying excitedly, "You're not a B-rank!"

So happy, so incredibly happy!

Mu Yu felt like he was in heaven at this moment, it was so good, so incredibly good!

No wonder novel protagonists like to play dumb to fool others; he absolutely loves this dragon's performance!

Despite his inner ecstasy, he pretended to be aloof and ignored them, dribbling the ball towards Class 1's half of the field.

"What did you just say?" Qin Feng turned to look at Zhao Hui and smiled.

At this moment, Zhao Hui was somewhat embarrassed, but he still held his head high and insisted on standing there watching the show: "I said, I don't even need to take action."

He repeated himself: bowing his head was out of the question, even if his face was swollen, otherwise his crown would fall off.

Anyway, he didn't think Mu Yu could get past their class's goalkeeper.