Soccer: If they're using these kinds of cheats, what's the point of training?

The substitute team taking the lead shocked everyone present. This was the header attacking ability that their team lacked the most. They didn't expect this Chinese boy to be so fierce, jumping so high and smashing so hard.

Minho stumbled after landing, almost falling. He looked up at Zhang Kuang, his eyes screaming, "What the hell is this thing?"

Zhang Kuang got up from the ground, brushed the grass off his body, and ran back to the midfield with a blank expression.

On the sidelines, the assistant coach scolded Stefan Eric, who was trembling with excitement. He swallowed and glanced at the head coach. After Fernandez glared at him, Stefan quickly pretended to be calm. Fernandez's pen flew across the whiteboard, writing down four words: "Header, stunning."

The pen was a little unsteady to hold, and my fingers were trembling slightly.

Jonathan saw all of this, and a smug look flashed in his eyes. Judging from the expressions of the head coach and assistant coach, it was a sure thing.

The game continued, and the main team still hadn't scored. This team's attacking ability was truly terrible; even Zhang Kuang couldn't find the words to criticize it.

Nineteenth minute, corner kick from the right.

This time, Zhang Kuang was facing captain Humbert in the penalty area—the team's strongest and most experienced center-back.

Humbert didn't use brute force; instead, he used his experience to anticipate the ball's landing point and positioned himself in advance. His body blocked Zhang Kuang's path, his arms slightly outstretched, forming a cage.

Zhang Kuang didn't push hard; instead, he waited for the ball to fly over before suddenly starting his run.

His first step was incredibly powerful.

Humbert felt a gust of wind brush past his side, and then Zhang Kuang had already circled around to his front. The two jumped almost simultaneously, and Humbert reached out and tugged at Zhang Kuang's jersey—a small trick he often used in the penalty area, usually to disrupt the opponent's balance.

But he pulled nothing.

Zhang Kuang's body remained perfectly still in mid-air; his core strength allowed him to maintain perfect balance even without support. His head slammed into the ball again, this time sending it flying towards the bottom left corner of the goal—goalkeeper Sorin couldn't reach it.

2:0

After landing, Humbert stared at the arrogant figure from behind and remained silent for two seconds.

All voices at the scene fell silent; the silence was eerily profound.

This is incredible! Everyone's a little incredulous, afraid it's not real. If this guy really joins the team, wouldn't they be able to win the championship?

Ugh, I don't even want to think about it.

Humbert turned to look at Fernandez on the sidelines and shook his head slightly.

That head shake wasn't a sign of "I can't," but rather "I can't defend against it."

However, just a few seconds later, Leroy ran over and patted him on the back: "Your physical strength is that good? You knocked Minio away."

"Not bad, not bad, dealing with three women at once is a piece of cake." Zhang Kuang laughed.

"Huh?" Young Leroy's eyes widened.

Zhang Kuang didn't continue the topic, but simply patted Leroy on the head: "Keep going, positioning, wait for your chance."

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In the 25th minute, the substitutes had another counter-attack opportunity.

Oleć intercepted the ball in midfield and passed it directly to Zhang Kuang. Zhang Kuang dribbled forward, and the starting midfielder Kalumberg rushed up to intercept him—Kallumberger is the team's "meat grinder," a fierce defender who excels at pressing with his body.

Instead of extending his leg, Kallenberger directly rammed his body into Zhang Kuang.

"Bang!"

The two people collided head-on.

Kallenberger felt as if he had crashed into a wall. His body bounced backward, leaving two marks on the grass beneath his feet. Zhang Kuang, on the other hand, only swayed slightly, but he managed to pass the ball. He might not be good at ball control, but he could pass the ball away before losing possession.

Karenberg's eyes widened and his mouth formed an "O".

Zhang Kuang ignored his shock and continued charging forward.

He rushed to the top of the penalty arc, and his teammate passed the ball to him. Zhang Kuang saw the ball flying towards him, but instead of stopping the ball and making a decision later, he took a shot and volleyed it.

The right foot is positioned directly on the instep, without any running start, relying solely on the support of a single step.

"Bang!"

The sound of that shot was like a muffled thunderclap. The ball whizzed past Grihidin, and he didn't even see its trajectory.

The ball was extremely fast, with almost no spin, and flew straight towards the top right corner of the goal.

Goalkeeper Sorin made a diving save, his fingertips touching the ball—but with too much force, the ball only slightly changed direction, still hitting the inside of the post and bouncing into the net.

"boom--"

The substitutes on the sidelines gasped in surprise; that was a long-range, powerful shot!

Sorin got up from the ground, looked at his reddened fingertips, and cursed. He was one of the most experienced goalkeepers in Ligue 1, having saved countless world-class goals, but the power of this shot reminded him of Batistuta in his prime.

"What the hell is this power..." Thorin muttered to himself.

Grihidin stood on the goal line, staring at the ball in the net, motionless for a long time. He could even feel the wind pressure as the shot passed by him.

On the sidelines, Fernandez's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the writing pad, trembling uncontrollably once again. Such a powerful header, and he's a heavy hitter, with incredible physical strength and excellent positioning...

Stefan couldn't hold back any longer and leaned over to say, "We need this long-range shot."

Fernandez did not respond, but his eyes betrayed him—something was ignited in them.

The 30-minute sparring session was drawing to a close, but Zhang Kuang's performance did not diminish despite his declining physical condition.

His positioning in the penalty area was extremely skillful; every forward run accurately found the blind spots in the opponent's defense. Humbert had to grab his jersey to stop him from accelerating—a move that would have resulted in a penalty kick in the match.

In the 28th minute, Zhang Kuang received a pass back from Leroy at the edge of the penalty area, and Grihidin and Minho pressed forward simultaneously, forming a double-team.

Without hesitation, Zhang Kuang flicked the ball with his left foot, its speed still astonishing, the arc sweeping past the near post and heading straight for the dead corner.

Sorin didn't even have time to make a save before the ball flew past him—but it went less than half a meter wide of the post.

Although no goal was scored, the shot silenced the entire training ground for two seconds.

Then came a murmur.

"You can hit like that with your left foot?"

"That footwork..."

"Can we prevent him from shooting?"

Yellen stood near the center circle and witnessed the entire event. His expression changed from initial "scrutiny" to "gratitude."

He's seen talented young players before, but he's rarely seen an 18-year-old like Zhang Kuang—with overwhelming physical attributes, amazing heading ability, and tremendous long-range shooting power.

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The 30th minute is stoppage time.

The substitutes got one last attacking opportunity. Oleć passed the ball to the advancing Leroy, who crossed from the wing, the ball flying towards the far post of the penalty area.

Zhang Kuang jumped again.

This time, Grishdin and Minho both tried to grab the ball, but Grishdin's incredible jumping height and hang time left them both looking up in awe.

He hovered in the air for a full second, waiting for the ball to reach the perfect height, before heading it across the goal – he headed the ball towards the center of the six-yard box, where Leroy ran onto it and shot.

Goal!

The substitutes beat the starters 4-0, a wild four-goal performance.

Zhang Kuang landed and gave Leroy, who had run over, a light high five.

Then he turned and walked towards the substitutes' half of the field, his face expressionless.

Fernandez blew the whistle, ending the scrimmage; there was no point in continuing.

Instead of immediately becoming arrogant, he first gathered the main players together.

"You guys aren't in good form today."

There were no extra words, but this one sentence was already the harshest criticism.

The starting players kept their heads down, and no one argued. It wasn't that they were out of form; they simply couldn't stop that Chinese player.

Grihidin rubbed his chest, which had been bruised, and remained silent.

Minio squatted down to tie his shoelaces—actually, the shoelaces weren't loose, he just didn't want to look up.

Humbert stood in the middle of the group, looking in the direction of Zhang Kuang, lost in thought.

"Everyone, take a ten-minute break. You, the Chinese boy, go over there and continue with the next test." After Fernandez finished speaking, he turned and left, waving to Jonathan as he did so.

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