genius creator

Chapter 159
Santander not only has a beautiful street scene, but also has many beaches for people to enjoy. People like to lie on it and receive the baptism of the sun, but there are also more people who like to come here to enjoy the passion on the beach.

Andy is a frequent visitor here. Although his skills are poor, his crazy love for football will never disappear. As soon as the game started, he forgot about the unhappy things just now.

The match on the beach was in full swing, but the Spanish media did not buy it. Santander is a city with a small population. Although football is their favorite sport, the strength is very different from that of the rich teams. If you watch the football here, you might as well go to the Bernabeu and Camp Nou
After staying here for a while, many media lost their patience and left with their equipment, but only a few media reporters stayed here waiting for the boxing champion to appear.

Emperor Tian paid off, and after nearly half an hour of the opening, the crowd finally heard an exclamation.

A man in a gray V-shirt finally appeared.

That sturdy body is like a big mountain, and the aura emanating from the bones is like the king of the forest, making people daunting.

"It's him, he's here." Yang Luo stood there looking at the man who was slowly walking towards the court.

As the audience kept getting up to take pictures, Tyson didn't stop him. He threw his clothes on the ground, showing his strong muscles. He walked to the opponent's backcourt. The opponent's goalkeeper was very interesting. Give it to him.

Anyone who played yesterday knows that Tyson is most interested in Yang Luo's shot.

"Hey, Chinese friend, comeon." Tyson yelled at Yang Luo.

With this roar, like a wild beast showing its power, the audience on the beach also began to get excited.

At this time, the reporters who were still here finally waited for the person they were interviewing. They did not step forward to disturb, but took out their cameras and prepared to shoot. A big selling point.

Due to the arrival of the boxing champion, the previous match also stopped, because they all knew that the person Tyson was looking for was the Chinese boy wearing No. 11, and the match had become redundant.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Tyson didn't object, but thanked him very much. He stood there and hooked Yang Luo, just like how he despised his opponent in the boxing ring back then, but now Tyson like this The action did not mean the slightest contempt, but a kind of impatience.

He longed for the feel of the force of the impact on his muscles, it was so good.

"Hey," an opposing player kicked the ball to Yang Luo on the beach. Yang Luo picked it up gently with his toes. Now Yang Luo is not the guy who knows nothing before, 1000 kicks every day , so that his sense of the ball is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and it is difficult for the ball to fall off his feet.

After bouncing the ball a few times, Yang Luo suddenly kicked it up, and the ball flew out with a "swoosh".

Yang Luo's sudden attack made everyone startled and exclaimed.

Boxing champion Tyson was even more unprepared. With a loud "bang", the ball slammed into Tyson's strong chest.

"Oh..." Tyson was frightened by the ball. The speed of the ball was faster than a shooting star. He couldn't react at all. If it wasn't for his terrifying muscles, he would have broken a bone.

The ball slipped onto the beach, Tyson patted his chest just now, smiled, and roared loudly, "Very good, come again." After speaking, Tyson had already bent down, his expression serious.

Everyone was shocked by that goal just now. Those who watched Yang Luo’s shot yesterday were not only surprised, but also sighed, lamenting the impact that this magical stroke brought to everyone. The first time they saw it, their faces were full of shock. Even the reporters outside the field were stupefied. It was really rare for a young boy to kick a Carlos-like shot.

Next, Yang Luo focused all his attention on the ball.

More than 20 meters away from the goal, this distance should have been Yang Luo's must-kill distance, but Tyson stood in the goal, like a mountain blocking the goal tightly, without any gaps, and Yang Luo was not chasing angles, yes The quasi-Tyson blasted directly.

"哐" Another kick, Tyson blocked the ball again with his arm, the sound was loud, it seemed like the ball was going to explode.

Watching the ball roll back, Yang Luo rushed up and kicked again. Tyson blocked the ball one by one, which aroused Yang Luo's fighting spirit. With this kick, he pressed his instep hard, and the ball flew past against the sand.

With a "bang", the ball hit Tyson's calf with sand. In addition to the pain from the impact of the ball, he could also feel the burning sensation of the sand hitting the flesh.

The ball flew up again, but everyone saw this kick very clearly, and Tyson's strong body actually took a small step back.

It was not easy to make Tyson take a small step back. The audience stood up one after another. The yellow-skinned boy on the court was so powerful that every kick was like a cannonball. It was so cool.

Yang Luo looked at the remaining four chances to shoot, and he rushed up without hesitation to follow up, popped up and followed up with another kick, just like that, Yang Luo shot out kick after kick, Tyson's face A trace of pain finally appeared on the face.

Yang Luo's every shot was like a cannon, constantly trying to block it. Even with muscles like steel and iron, he couldn't bear this kind of continuous bombardment.

Tyson has no concept of ball speed, but he is extremely sensitive to strength. According to the strength of Yang Luo's shot, Yang Luo's shot strength must be at least 200 catties. 200 catties is not worth mentioning for Tyson. But it can be superimposed, Yang Luo followed by one foot, that is, several 200 are superimposed together. At present, Tyson has endured a force close to 1000 catties.

Tyson couldn't take it anymore, he felt that Yang Luo was venting like a lunatic, and if he continued like this, his arm would definitely be broken.

As a boxing champion, he does not allow himself to fail. The crazier Yang Luo is, the more he can inspire the wildness in his bones.

"Ah" Tyson suddenly roared and raised his hands high. He wanted to persevere, and he wanted to see how long he could last under this kind of bombardment.

Four shots in a row drained all of Yang Luo's strength. When he shot the last kick, he had no strength at all and sat down on the ground.

The ball rolled casually on the sand, as if it was still steaming, and Yang Luo's feet were completely mushy.

"Huhu..." Yang Luo panted heavily, and the people around finally came to their senses from the wonderful scene just now.

"Yang Luo, you are great. Although you didn't score a goal, you are not inferior at all." Andy squatted beside Yang Luo and said excitedly.

Everyone was stunned by Yang Luo's performance just now. It was amazing. For these Spaniards, seeing Yang Luo's heavy bombardment was like seeing former Real Madrid player Carlos. .

No one is not surprised.

Besides, the current Yang Luo still looks immature, and his physical conditions are not yet mature. After a few years, wouldn't his strength reach an even more astonishing level? Thinking of this, many fans can't help but look at Yang Luo's eyes. lights up.

Yang Luo sat on the ground, swallowing his saliva constantly. He was worthy of being a boxing champion. His strong muscles were like armor, which could not be pierced at all. In other words, he had no way to deal with such a goalkeeper on the court.

Thinking of this, Yang Luo felt fortunate that there would be no second Tyson on the court, so he didn't have to worry.

But the feeling of shooting 7 balls in a row is just one word, cool.

(End of this chapter)