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

The first half ended abruptly with the sound of a whistle, and both teams slowly headed to their benches. They took breaks to hydrate and catch their breath, the atmosphere so tense that no one dared to speak until the opening whistle of the second half.

There was no change of venue or alternation of possession.

After Class 1 kicked off, Zhao Hui continued to initiate the attack, while Class 2 continued the defensive strategy from the first half.

At this point, Zhao Hui had lost the will to make any harsh remarks—mainly because he had been proven wrong too many times in the first half.

Every time he confidently declared "the game is over," Qin Feng would always come up with something new to provoke him.

He used a flash to create distance between himself and Mu Yu, then actively moved to the side to open space, breaking through all the way to the edge of the penalty area before decisively shooting.

In his view, there was no need to worry about the angle of the gate guarded by Qin Feng; they could just smash it open head-on!

Zhao Hui played this ball without holding back at all, secretly hoping in his heart: 'If you have the guts, take the ball head-on, and I'll cripple your hand too!'

Qin Feng showed no signs of nervousness. He had already taken the initiative, further narrowing the angle from which Zhao Hui could score, and then... adopted the starting stance of Tai Chi.

The so-called "soft strength" is not simply about neutralizing or deflecting force!

The football, carrying the momentum of a tiger, first touched Qin Feng's palm, then wrapped around his arm with incredible speed, and finally, with a flick of his shoulder, a swing of his elbow, and a headbutt, it swept past the goalpost at astonishing speed and... went out of bounds!

"Wha...what's going on???"

"Someone...someone, can tell me what just happened?"

.....

Many people on the bench held their heads in their hands, some rubbing their eyes frantically, looking at the field again and again, unable to believe what they were seeing!

Zhao Hui stood there dumbfounded, as if the sky had fallen.

What on earth happened? His full-force shot was so easily neutralized?

Watching Qin Feng's figure from the sidelines, Fang Shou kept replaying his movements in his mind, muttering to himself, "So that's how it is... He can actually do that."

Old Li took a deep breath, shook his head, and sighed, "This kid is a bit strange."

"I think so too." Zhang Tiancheng wholeheartedly agreed.

Although Qin Feng appeared relaxed on the surface, still maintaining his calm demeanor, his entire arm was still slightly injured.

"This is interesting. It seems it's not as simple as I thought."

He expected the ball to be easier; the power of the football was still a bit excessive.

Given how much the rules favor the goalkeeper, theoretically, if the angle of the opponent's shot is pushed to the limit, such a direct shot should be easy to handle.

Immediately afterward, before everyone could recover, Qin Feng did something that shocked everyone.

As the goalkeeper, he actually abandoned his goal and personally dribbled the ball forward, leaving only an empty net behind him!

"Holy crap, this guy's a total lunatic!"

"Quickly, stop him! Let him know the price of such arrogant behavior!"

The players from Class 1, as if possessed, frantically pounced on Qin Feng.

"Hey, hey, hey, you said I was supposed to be in the center!" Despite saying that, Mu Yu didn't seem to mind at all. He couldn't help but smile as he ran forward like crazy.

Without the [Agility] buff, Qin Feng no longer had the same carefree feeling as before when walking through the crowd, and seemed to be struggling a bit.

After a difficult maneuver, he finally found an opportunity to create space and was about to make a long pass to Mu Yu.

"Are you underestimating me by making a long pass in front of me?!" Zhao Hui's body shimmered with faint starlight as he prepared to flash and intercept the pass when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Liu Shaoren!

He pressed close to Zhao Hui, his eyes filled with a crazed obsession: "Aren't you guys treating me like I'm not even human?!"

"You? Just a nobody!" Zhao Hui quickly created space, preparing to use his ability again, but another member of Class 2 blocked his way, one after another!

Knowing they couldn't support Qin Feng and Mu Yu, they could only swarm in from all directions to try and hold Zhao Hui back as much as possible.

The players of Class 2 were united in their determination, except for one player who remained trembling in front of the goal, guarding against a sneak attack.

"Damn it, get out of my way!" Zhao Hui roared angrily, his veins bulging as he dodged left and right through the crowd.

They're all just passersby, a bunch of scum, yet they insist on getting in his way.

"Catch it!" Qin Feng had already sent out a long pass, and the football swept across half the field, landing precisely in front of Mu Yu.

"Xiao Yu, we can't miss this shot again," Xiao Sha'er reminded Mu Yu from within his body with utmost seriousness.

This ball was passed with the combined strength of the entire team, carrying all their hopes.

"I know."

"I'm the center, and also the team's ace!"

"What makes an ace an ace is that they must accomplish the crucial task at the crucial moment!"

Mu Yu's pace began to change from rapid to steady, each step accumulating power... Upon reaching the optimal firing range, he twisted his waist and abdomen, gathering all his strength into one point, and his right leg lashed out like a whip!

"Bang!"

A terrifying explosion rang out, as if the football was about to be kicked to pieces.

The ball's trajectory was almost a straight line, hurtling towards the corner at an astonishing speed!

Sun Yi dared not be negligent and, after judging the direction, leaped to make the rescue.

He also drew inspiration from Qin Feng's goalkeeping movements, clenching his five fingers into a fist, carrying his entire body weight, and slamming a punch at the incoming ball.

However, the moment his fist struck, he discovered that the football was as immovable as a mountain!

Despite their best efforts, they managed to deflect the ball slightly, but it still grazed the goalpost and rolled into the net.

"Goal stands! Score 2-2!"

As soon as the referee announced the end of the match, the students of Class 2 erupted into a collective frenzy of cheers.

"Young Master Mu is awesome! Young Master Mu is invincible!!"

"Mu Shao is awesome!!"

On the field, players piled on top of Mu Yu's tall figure like a human pyramid, celebrating wildly.

"Alright, alright, stop rushing!" Mu Yu gently removed each person from his shoulders, like pinching a little chick.

Yes, handle with care.

"The game isn't over yet."

"Come on, let's try to win the game!" He looked at the students of Class 1, his fighting spirit high.

These words acted like a shot in the arm, and everyone quickly returned to their positions, throwing themselves into the intense defense.

On the bench, Old Li sighed deeply, a hint of envy in his eyes as he looked at Zhang Tiancheng: "Old Zhang, your class has such good people!"

"Hahaha, lucky, lucky!" Zhang Tiancheng said this without any humility. He really hadn't done anything during this period of time.

Everything stems from the students themselves.

They tied it?

Sun Yi lay on the grass, staring incredulously at the football inside the goal, where the goalpost still bore the marks of the previous ball's "grazing".

Just as he was about to open his fist, he felt a sharp pain.

"I only wiped it; my hand must be injured."

He looked in Mu Yu's direction, a strange fear creeping into his eyes.

Given his current injury, it's unlikely he'll be able to receive the next ball.

This strength... is it really something that someone with A-level compatibility and B-level superpowers could unleash?

Not some humanoid monster with two S-class attributes?