"Second one."

Qin Yang smiled as he tossed the ball to Zhang Langqiang.

"Hmph, what's there to be proud of? It's just catching one ball. In this kind of match, Brother Qiang has never lost."

Li Dapeng snorted coldly, thinking that Qin Yang's smile looked a bit boastful to him and the others.

A glint flashed in Zhang Langqiang's eyes. A beautifully kicked ball didn't make it, and the spotlight was instead stolen by this kid Qin Yang. However, for him, the first ball was just a warm-up. Next, he'd make sure this kid knew his place.

The Mad Wolf Heart Method was circulating in Zhang Langqiang's body, his muscles filled with explosive power.

"Second ball, start!" Sun Tiantian shouted lightly.

Zhang Langqiang ran a short distance and lifted his foot.

Bang!

The second ball, perfectly aligned, no frills, shot straight at Qin Yang in the center of the goal.

The force was so strong that the grass on the field bent with the wind.

Everyone present could see that this kick from Zhang Langqiang wasn't just a simple shot, it was like a fierce blow directed at Qin Yang.

"Hmph, if you dare to catch this ball with your hand, be prepared to break it."

Watching the ball fly straight toward Qin Yang, Zhang Langqiang's mouth curved into a cold smile.

Qin Yang's eyes narrowed slightly. This kick was definitely not from an ordinary person. He had seen someone called Black Tiger use the Iron Cloth Shirt before, so Zhang Langqiang might have learned a similar magic technique.

"Minor Air Control Spell, Swift!"

Qin Yang silently recited a spell in his heart.

An invisible air membrane suddenly blocked the rapidly shooting ball in mid-air.

Qin Yang extended his hand, once again effortlessly catching the now feeble ball single-handedly.

"Wow! Again with one hand..."

"It's so amazing, even the top international goalkeepers might only be able to deflect it."

"Incredible..."

"..."

The onlooking students erupted in excitement once again. Such a powerful kick was easily caught single-handedly by this boy in a white short sleeve shirt.

"How is this possible?"

Zhang Langqiang's expression changed slightly. With his sharp eyes, he naturally noticed that Qin Yang's feet hadn't moved an inch and showed no signs of strain; it didn't seem like he was pretending either.

"Two balls now, and both were easily caught by this kid?"

The faces of Li Dapeng, Zheng Wei, and others turned somewhat grim. The first ball could be attributed to luck, that Qin Yang happened to catch it, but the second ball had so much force, and yet this kid seemingly caught it so easily.

"This kid is a bit strange, could it be that he's also practiced some heart method?"

Zhang Langqiang thought suspiciously, then shook his head. A heart method isn't something you find by the roadside. With his background in Yunshui City, he was only able to come into contact with it. This kid clearly wasn't at this level.

"Zhang Langqiang, the second ball didn't go in."

Sun Tiantian announced with a sweet smile.

Zhang Langqiang took a deep breath, pushing the Mad Wolf Heart Method to its extreme. If you looked closely, there was a faint green glow in his eyes.

Bang!

The third ball was powerfully launched from Zhang Langqiang's foot, the ball became slightly compressed from the force.

The ball curved through the air, rapidly spinning toward the goal.

Qin Yang's brow slightly raised, casting two Minor Air Control Spells consecutively to slow down the spinning ball.

Swoosh!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qin Yang merely stepped to the right, once again catching the rapidly spinning ball with one hand.

Wow!

The crowd broke out into even more enthusiastic cheers, loud and thunderous, with many girls staring at Qin Yang with bright eyes.

"Damn it, how is this kid doing this?"

Zhang Langqiang's face darkened. That kick was him maxing out the Mad Wolf Heart Method, with such force that it could probably kill a cow.

Since he started these betting matches, this was the first time he was at such a disadvantage.

"Now the fourth ball."

Sun Tiantian smilingly announced, of the five balls, three had already been kicked without a single success from Zhang Langqiang, leaving everyone impressed by Qin Yang's performance.

Zhang Langqiang placed the ball on the penalty spot, gritted his teeth, and kicked it again.

This time, Qin Yang didn't use his hand to catch the ball, instead, he used a Minor Air Control Spell underneath it.

Whirr!

The ball was forced from below while speeding forward. As the saying goes, a slight difference can be as good as a mile; the ball soared over the crossbar, detectable by few.

"Did Brother Qiang kick it wide?"

Li Dapeng's expression was the first to change. He had never seen Brother Qiang start a game so poorly, four penalty kicks and none scored.

The onlooking students first gasped in surprise, then sighed in unison upon seeing the ball fly high over the crossbar.

The last ball, Zhang Langqiang used enough force to twist the beam poles as it flew out.

"Just missed again..."

"What a pity..."

"..."

The onlookers sighed once more.

"Zhang Langqiang, five balls, none scored."

Sun Tiantian announced with a smile.

This outcome was clearly beyond most people's expectations. Everyone knew that penalties were generally easier to score, and the likelihood of scoring at least one out of five wasn't small.

In the crowd, Lu Bingyao, with her always slightly cold face, also directed her beautiful eyes towards Qin Yang, slightly pondering, though nobody could tell what she was thinking.

"Does this mean Brother Qiang lost?"

Glasses-pushing Tian asked somewhat incredulously. Since following Brother Qiang, this was the first time he saw things go so unfavorably for him.

"Who said Brother Qiang lost? Brother Qiang couldn't score, this kid might not be able to either."

Li Dapeng said coldly, though he knew in his heart that as long as Qin Yang scored one, Brother Qiang would lose. Now the best outcome would be a draw.

At this moment, Zhang Langqiang's face was very unpleasant. Normally stepping on someone was his forte, but this time he might be the one getting stepped on.

"Your turn to guard the goal."

Qin Yang walked to the penalty spot and said to Zhang Langqiang.

A chill emanated from Zhang Langqiang's eyes as he glared at Qin Yang, clearly warning him to be sensible and not embarrass him.

"Please."

Qin Yang completely ignored Zhang Langqiang's gaze, smiling lightly.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhang Langqiang took a breath and stepped towards the goal.

"Qin Yang to take the first kick!"

With the sound of a whistle, Sun Tiantian announced.

Qin Yang stood by the penalty spot, without a run-up, simply lifting his foot.

Bang!

The soccer ball rose into an arc in the air due to Qin Yang's shot, flying toward the upper right corner of the goal.

"You want to score? No way!"

Zhang Langqiang sneered, and still in the middle of the net, he pushed off the ground swiftly, flying to intercept the ball.

Slap!

The ball was swatted away by Zhang Langqiang's hand in the upper right corner of the net.

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