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

The next day, the highly anticipated match in Jiangcheng finally kicked off.

It can be said that this match basically determined which team would represent Jiangcheng in the provincial competition, and the winner would be Jiangcheng's high school champion.

The huge stadium was packed to capacity, with many people standing to watch, and even outside the stadium, many people were waiting for the result of the game.

The two sides happened to meet before entering the preparation room.

"Hello, hello, hello, nice to meet you!" Qian Yu ignored Zhao Hui's murderous glare and immediately shook Qin Feng's hand: "My name is Qian Yu, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hello," Qin Feng greeted with a smile, then recalled a famous line from his past life: "Come on, tell me in detail how happy you are?"

Qian Yu was somewhat surprised, then found it quite amusing: "To say it's a great honor is a bit of an exaggeration, but to say it's a worthy opponent is a bit of an understatement."

"Or how about describing it as sharing a bed?"

Qin Feng hadn't expected the other party to respond in this way; they were talking nonsense.

Although the other party seemed nonchalant, he could sense a dangerous aura about them.

"Sharing a bed isn't a metaphor for happiness, is it?" Mu Yu stepped forward and interjected, "Let's save things outside of the competition for after the competition."

"Oh?" Qian Yu looked at Mu Yu with amusement. With his AB-level configuration, even if there were other players with similar abilities, it would be difficult for them to threaten him.

However, some things are indeed best left unsaid.

"See you on the field then." He glanced at Zhao Hui out of the corner of his eye, then led the team into the preparation room.

After a series of GG announcements from the organizers, the match officially began.

The No. 1 Middle School team kicked off first, with Mu Yu passing the ball directly to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was not afraid at all and dribbled the ball towards the opponent's half.

Qian Yu was the first to defend. He knew that Qin Feng was a very skilled player, so he faced Qin Feng from the side, maintaining a very ambiguous distance to prevent the opponent from passing him in one step.

This kind of defense, which maintains distance to compress the space for breakthroughs, is the true mature defensive technique in football.

As long as the defender doesn't make a tackle or actively try to intercept or steal the ball, it's actually very difficult for them to be quickly broken through.

Of course, this refers to situations where the skill level of both sides is not significantly different.

Full of confidence, Qin Feng accelerated instantly, breaking the ambiguous "safe" distance.

He dribbled the ball and charged straight into Qian Yu's front.

They were so close, almost touching.

Qian Yu immediately tried to defend, but at that moment, he discovered that the football at Qin Feng's feet had disappeared!

Did they pass the ball?

He was completely bewildered. The series of actions just now was too fast. He saw it clearly. The football was clearly at Qin Feng's feet one moment, but it disappeared in an instant.

Qin Feng, moving at an incredible speed without the ball, swept past him.

When he turned around, he saw that the football had fallen from above to Qin Feng's front, and by then, he had already been beaten.

Qian Yu quickly chased back, but was extremely shocked.

"Is this... really just a technique?"

"Interesting! I never knew football could be played like this!"

His perspective was lost for only a moment.

At that moment, I was drawn to Qin Feng's sudden acceleration, and then the ball disappeared, passing over my blind spot overhead, and I broke through his defense.

"Is this the magician on the court?"

His blood was boiling; this was a true genius, a truly formidable opponent!

"Holy crap, what just happened?"

"I don't know, how come the ball just went ahead of him while he was running?"

"A magician on the court!! This is a real magician!"

Just one breakthrough past the opponent was enough to elicit deafening cheers from the audience, with waves of encouragement rising higher and higher.

The players from Beizhong were stunned for a moment because Qian Yu was broken through so quickly, before they all rushed towards Qin Feng to block him.

They didn't expect to stop Qin Feng; they only hoped to buy Qian Yu time to catch up.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng began cycling, using his terrifying speed to feint and shift his center of gravity, causing many people from Beizhong to fall to the ground.

This scene not only ignited the emotions of the audience, but also boosted the morale of the other team members from No. 1 Middle School!

"Good heavens, you're really exaggerating!" Thanks to his teammates' help, Qian Yu finally caught up and couldn't help but complain.

In an era where most people are improving their compatibility, physical fitness, and striving to match stronger battle spirits and pursue higher attribute values, someone with such mature footwork in football is simply an anomaly.

"Oh? Tell me more about how exaggerated it is?" Qin Feng smiled with ease, then instantly switched to a fighting expression and broke through to Qian Yu's side again in a flash.

"Hmph, I won't fall for the same trick twice!" The moment Qian Yu saw the football disappear from Qin Feng's feet, he frantically chased back, while keeping an eye on the football above his head.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Qin Feng, who was walking alongside him, quickly positioned himself, gently flicked the ball, and then stood between Qian Yu and the ball.

Then, Qin Feng acted very quickly, turning around and starting in an instant, the football also passing over Qian Yu's position!

"Damn it, I should have known!"

Qian Yu hurriedly chased after him, but he was already quite far behind, and the distance between them was not decreasing significantly.

"The Battle Spirit ability isn't [Hawkeye]? How could it be so fast?"

He was quite surprised. Although he was a step behind in starting and Qin Feng blocked his way to complete the breakthrough, his battle spirit ability should have been numerically superior to Qin Feng's.

The crowd surged toward Qin Feng, and before they even reached the penalty area, Qin Feng had already raised his foot in a shooting posture.

"That's enough!" A shout came with the light, and Zhao Hui used his superpower to catch up and block Qin Feng's shooting route.

"Who said... I was going to shoot!" Qin Feng's lips curled into a smile.

A feint, a real pass!

A powerful shot was unleashed, but the ball didn't head straight for the goal. Instead, it flew across the field at an astonishing speed, reaching the other side of the penalty area.

He had been pulling towards the sidelines precisely for this moment.

"Hahaha, Qin Feng, our teamwork is getting better and better!" Mu Yu laughed heartily.

He ran into position just in time, but unexpectedly, Qin Feng, who hadn't even glanced at him once, was able to accurately pinpoint his location.

This is his favorite shooting position.

"Bear! Dominate! The! World!" Mu Yu roared, his whole body shining with brilliant light.

Without the intention of stopping the ball, he was like a fully drawn bow, pouring all his strength into the football.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the air seemed to vibrate at the moment of impact, and the football flew towards the goal like a cannonball.

At that moment, Fang Yi had already lunged towards the blind spot.

His battle spirit ability, "Harmony," is in the same category as "Thousand Hands Shadow" and "Gentle Strength"—all are "nemesis" of power-type shots.

Of course, this only applies when the difference in strength is not significant.

Water can extinguish fire, but when the fire is far greater than the amount of water, the restraint relationship no longer applies.

The terrifying force twisted his wrist, sending the ball crashing into the goal with unparalleled power.

Its force was so great that the football bounced against the net for a long time before finally being "barely" stopped by the net.