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

At this moment, no one would criticize Fang Shou.

After all, no one could have done a better job as the goalkeeper than Fang Shou.

But... I understand, but it's still really painful.

"Cough, no need for that, it's nothing serious." Qin Feng walked over as if nothing had happened and said casually, "If you're injured, just rest well, and a substitute will come in."

"But...but, Qin Feng, none of us know how to guard the gate."

"The students on the bench are probably the same; our Class 2 only has one goalkeeper."

The group of people lowered their heads slightly, their expressions dejected and filled with extreme resentment.

"Me? I can be a goalkeeper." Qin Feng blinked and said casually, "Didn't I already say that?"

Everyone was shocked, as if struck by lightning.

No, when did you say that?

Even Fang Shou was completely stunned, as if his computer had crashed.

Dude, what kind of international joke are you making?

You're a striker with excellent ball control and amazing shooting skills, and you're telling me you can also play goalkeeping?

"Alright, there's not much time left in the game, let's not waste any more time." Qin Feng helped Fang Shou and walked off the field.

Fang Shou walked all the way to the bench, still completely dazed. After a long while, he slowly asked, "Qin Feng, are you really good at goalkeeping?"

"Of course! However, the superpowered battle spirit needs to be changed." Qin Feng said casually, but every word he said sounded like a mind-blowing, outrageous statement to others.

In everyone's eyes, Qin Feng and Su Ruoqing were a perfect match, their compatibility was definitely not low.

The amazing performance on the training field was based on the S-level compatibility that exceeded the requirements and the high frequency response.

But if you choose to change your superpowered battle spirit now, and it's still at the same C-level, then the same frequency... will it even be watchable?

Jiang Xue'er had already broken free of the possession, her skin as white as snow, her demeanor aloof and cold. She parted her lips slightly and asked, "Are you confident?"

Qin Feng nodded.

"Idiot." A cold voice came, and Fang Shou suddenly came to his senses, searching for Jiang Xue'er's figure.

However, at this moment, she had already replaced Su Ruoqing.

It can only be said that the people in Class 2 trusted Qin Feng enough, otherwise they would never have let him act so recklessly.

"Qin Feng is such a master of creating entertaining moments!"

"Does he really think he's some kind of all-powerful, cross-disciplinary genius?"

"This is hilarious! This show is so good, it's just missing some snacks and drinks."

.....

On the bench of Class 1, although they no longer looked down on Qin Feng, they still found it hard to agree with this obvious "stubborn resistance".

In their view, even if Class 2 conceded defeat fair and square, they wouldn't say anything, since there was a difference in strength, which was understandable.

But this undignified struggle only makes people look down on it.

"Hmph, just a desperate struggle." Zhao Hui looked at Qin Feng walking towards the goal with disdain in his eyes.

The outcome of this match was clearly decided; wouldn't it have been better to just admit defeat? Even if it meant continuing to attack as a striker, it would have been better than playing as a makeshift goalkeeper.

"Alright, stop looking so long-faced, who are you trying to fool?" Qin Feng's gaze swept over his teammates, and he muttered a complaint before finally fixing on Mu Yu and Lin Shaoren. His tone suddenly turned sharp: "Are you two even capable? The game can't rely on me alone, can it?"

Given Qin Feng's current attribute values, even if he continues to attack, that kind of play is simply not sustainable for long, and ultimately his teammates will have to score the points.

"Isn't this perfect?" Mu Yu clenched his fist, his eyes revealing a sharp edge, his whole being eager to try: "I'll take this center position."

Liu Shaoren looked at Mu Yu, who had taken the initiative to shoulder the offensive burden, and felt resentful.

Regardless of talent, he ultimately lost his courage.

Even Liu Ruyan was extremely disappointed in him at this point, seeing no potential or hope in continuing to be bound to him.

In the center circle, having just received the ball, Mu Yu, with a sharp look in his eyes, uttered a domineering statement: "Brothers, don't worry, they... can't do anything to me!"

Arrogant! Absolutely arrogant!

He spoke these words quite loudly, and they immediately attracted all the hatred.

"You brat, who do you think you are!" Xiang Long was extremely unconvinced. So what if you're only A-level compatible? As fellow power-type Battle Spirit players, there was absolutely no way he would back down!

"Even ants can kill an elephant if there are too many of them; even a hero fears a crowd. Look at your small frame, can you withstand a few of us ganging up on you?"

Xiang Long activated his [Diamond Body] first and charged forward fearlessly.

"Hahaha, good, very good!" Mu Yu laughed heartily, his fighting spirit soaring. "Then let's see who's tougher!"

A loud, muffled thud of flesh colliding rang out, and Xiang Long's tall figure fell backward.

opportunity!

Zhao Hui quickly appeared in front of Mu Yu, preparing to catch him off guard and steal the football while he was in a daze.

Unexpectedly, Mu Yu recovered so quickly!

Mu Yu, head tilted back as if stunned by the attack, revealed a smug smile: "The... strength of a bear!"

"Damn it!"

With no way to avoid it, Zhao Hui could only go all out to fight Mu Yu head-on, and as a result, he was knocked back several meters and almost fell to the ground.

"I... hate brutes the most!" He looked at Mu Yu's steady, upright figure with disgust.

Lacking technical sophistication, relying solely on brute force, simple and brutal – that's the charm of numbers.

"Go! We'll wear him down, even if it means exhausting him!"

A group of people rushed towards Mu Yu one after another, only to be knocked away again and again.

Mu Yu, like a god of war on the battlefield, fought his way to the edge of the restricted area.

Before he could even shoot, Sun Yi felt an overwhelming aura rushing towards him, and involuntarily wanted to retreat.

"This person is seriously suspicious!" He felt his hands trembling slightly.

When he received Mu Yu's shot in the previous play, he was not as relaxed as he seemed.

This time, Mu Yu unusually refrained from roaring; all his silent anger was contained in this single shot!

"Bang!"

Football is like a cannonball fired from a gun, simple and unadorned, possessing only pure power and speed.

Despite his fear, Sun Yiqiang lunged to make a save, gripping the ball tightly with both hands, but was still pulled toward the goal by inertia.

At the crucial moment, he twisted his entire body, braced his legs against the goalpost, and pressed the ball firmly to the ground with both hands, finally managing to stop it on the goal line.

It was just a hair's breadth away; the ball ultimately failed to cross the line.

"Thank...that was close!" Sun Yi felt a sense of exhaustion, as if he had escaped death, but then things got a little worse.

He could clearly feel a burning, stinging pain in his hands; the injury was probably quite serious...

"What a pity!! Just a little short!"

"Sun Yi is really strong; he managed to save him even after that."

"By the way, both goalkeepers are pretty good."

.....

On the bench, a rare, fairly objective discussion broke out. After all, Fang Shou's performance speaks for itself, and no one would underestimate his abilities.

Mu Yu showed no signs of disappointment, calmly retreating to his own side of the court, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

The other team members remained silent, each secretly harboring a fierce determination, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate!