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

On the court, Qian Yu looked at Qin Feng with intense eyes.

He was very self-aware. No matter how well he performed in Jiangcheng, he couldn't go far with his current attribute configuration.

Although the SA-level configuration is already extremely rare, one in ten thousand, when looking at the entire country, among a population of hundreds of millions, one in ten thousand has little effect.

When faced with SS-level or even super S-level configurations in the future, he will only have two paths before him: either seek to synchronize with Mu Yu and increase the same frequency.

Either refine your skills like Qin Feng.

Of course, no matter which path you take, improving the compatibility rate is also essential.

The fact that Qian Yu had so much space to think shows how relaxed and at ease he was.

When it was time to serve again, Beizhong also revealed his hand, serving directly to Qian Yu.

"With your playing style, you won't be able to last the whole game, and you'll probably be exhausted by the second half," Qian Yu said to Qin Feng with a hint of regret in his voice.

If Mu Yu were still in synchronized mode, he might be able to share some of the pressure.

"In a competition, who knows the outcome until the very last moment?"

Qin Feng stood in front of Qian Yu, still appearing quite calm, but his slightly heavier breathing revealed that he was not at ease at the moment.

"That makes sense, but why are you still trying to stop me?" Qian Yu didn't understand Qin Feng's actions at all.

Inside Qin Feng's body, Xiao Miaomiao also spoke up, her words filled with reluctance and worry: "Qin Feng, at a time like this, wouldn't it be better to save your energy for offense and leave the defense to them?"

"Miaomiao, if you are in a situation where you are no match for someone, would you choose to temporarily avoid confrontation?" Qin Feng seemed to be asking a question, but in fact he was giving an answer.

Xiao Miaomiao was originally an arrogant person. Those so-called rational choices were just because the decision-makers were not hers.

Otherwise, as an A-level Battle Soul Awakener, she would have been matched with a member of a powerful family long ago.

Qian Yu did not wait for Qin Feng's reply, but seized the opening and broke through with brute force.

Qin Feng did not confront Qian Yu head-on. Instead, he stayed a step away from Qian Yu, dodging when he charged, trying to seize the moment when Qian Yu advanced the ball.

"This guy!" Qian Yu was somewhat doubtful of life, not understanding why Qin Feng could be so agile.

Using Eagle Eye to capture your own attack movements and avoid them in advance is easy to understand.

But what makes the other side possess a speed comparable to mine? A higher frequency of attack?

It's no wonder Qian Yu was so confused. He didn't know about the [Agility] information. In his opinion, Qin Feng, who had just been matched with him and was also SA-level, should be far weaker than him in both strength and speed.

"Tsk, he's certainly got some skills." Qian Yu felt Qin Feng's defensive techniques and realized that they were indeed much more experienced than his own.

How does this person manage to be so proficient in everything?

He chose to pass the ball to Yang Rui, since such a pace was too slow and there was a risk of losing possession.

"Oh dear, I didn't expect even the boss is failing." Yang Rui teased Qian Yu happily when he saw him get flustered.

While he was showing off, his dribbling and receiving movements were also very quick and agile.

Xiang Long went straight up, but unexpectedly Yang Rui passed the ball ahead of time.

"Passing error?" Yang Rui watched as the ball was passed to his right, and he quickly stretched out his leg to intercept it.

However, football is indeed like a mirage, easily shattered.

On the other side, amidst the dazed state, the football suddenly appeared and was passed to Xu Xing's feet.

"A painting in the water, a reflection in the mirror!" Yang Rui's lips curled up as he swiftly passed by Xiang Long, who was still in a daze and had stretched out his leg.

【Mirror Fan】, an extremely rare mental-type battle spirit ability.

Xu Xing received the ball and quickly dribbled into the middle half of the field: "Dribbling past people is easy, but what about shooting?"

He could see clearly that no one was coming up to defend him; even Xiang Long was defending against Zhao Hui.

The tactics of No. 1 Middle School are already very clear: Qin Feng is responsible for defending Qian Yu, the others are responsible for limiting Zhao Hui, and if Yang Rui and Xu Xing want to shoot, they can only leave it to Sun Yi.

"Damn it, a bunch of bastards!" Zhao Hui was so agitated that it felt like a thousand troops were raging in his head, and his heart was like a tangled mess, scratching at his heart.

He was in great pain. Several people had formed a zone defense against him, and even with his double A-level attributes, it was difficult for him to create distance. Not to mention that Mu Yu was also there, and Liu Shaoren was also very persistent.

"If I want to receive a pass, I'll probably have to use my special ability later."

He was a little impatient, afraid that his teammates would lift their feet and shoot.

He quickly pulled back to create space to receive the ball and immediately commanded, "Pass the ball to me!"

"You coward, shut your mouth when you should!" Yang Rui said without any mercy, his gaze instantly focusing, his pupils contracting as he locked onto Sun Yi's every move.

Aiming at the left blind spot, Yang Rui unleashed a rapid shot.

His movements were subtle, clearly not power-based shots, but rather focused on speed and finesse.

Sun Yi moved very quickly, rushing towards the side of the football.

However, the football seemed like a phantom, disappearing rapidly halfway through its flight into the penalty area and reappearing on the opposite side.

"The mirror-like surface is as deep and boundless as an abyss." Yang Rui couldn't help but smile as he watched Sun Yi lunge towards that side.

[Leopard Beast]!

Like a cheetah changing direction to catch its prey, Sun Yi made a sudden and effortless save!

He caught up with the football at an astonishing speed, and the moment his five fingers touched it, he changed the trajectory of the football.

Unfortunately, fate did not favor Sun Yi.

The football struck the goalpost and eventually bounced into the goal.

"Damn it!" Sun Yi lay on the ground and slammed his fist heavily into the grass.

His first save should have been slower, or he should have waited until the last moment to make the save!

Even though Xiang Long had already forced out the opponent's battle spirit ability, he still made a mistake!

This ball is crucial. If we hold it, and then score another goal, our chances will be much greater.

"Goal stands, score 2-2."

The team from Beizhong breathed a sigh of relief after successfully tying the score.

The main reason is that Qin Feng put too much pressure on them; it felt like if they didn't score, the opponent would widen the score gap.

"There's more to this shot than meets the eye; the mental battle spirit is still powerful."

"The ball speed is still too slow; even if the opposing goalkeeper dives in the wrong direction, we can still catch up."

"Hey, could it be that the goalkeeper was just good? It's a pity he was a bit unlucky."

In the audience, everyone was actively speaking, and among the crowd were many people from various university admissions offices, all dedicated to discovering promising talents.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that guy... he's too cheeky." Qian Yu looked at Yang Rui, who was celebrating wildly, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes: "Can you guard him?"

With Qin Feng now equipped with the Battle Soul ability [Eagle Eye], he can absolutely defeat Yang Rui and prevent him from getting the ball for the entire game.

"What are you talking about? Then who's going to help you?" Qin Feng didn't understand Qian Yu's train of thought.

"Yeah, that's true. He mainly got his goal because of me." Qian Yu put his hands on his hips, looking like he deserved the most credit, as if he wasn't the one who was blocked by Qin Feng, but rather the one who held Qin Feng back.