Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Before he could hold the ball steady, another two defenders had already rushed up to him. They didn't even wait for Pei Soong to pass the ball as they surrounded the two midfielders and the players in the field.

Pei Soong panicked, and the ball under his feet was snatched away, "Damn!" Other than vexed cursing, there was nothing he could do. He had penetrated deep into the enemy's territory alone, so his comrades had no way of coming to support him.

When they saw Class Two holding the ball, Class 12 immediately retreated in defense, giving their opponents the space they needed in the middle of the field.

This time, the attack from Class 2 was organized in less than two minutes. The winger led the ball to the bottom and the ball flew very high.

The strongest in Class 12 was Zhao Kui, and Ye Feng was half a head taller than Zhao Kui, so there was a difference in the height of his jump. Zhao Kui wasn't a match for and was unable to snatch the ball from him at all.

"What a good ball!"

The members of Class Two clenched their fists and cheered loudly.

Even Ye Feng felt that he would definitely make it in the next round. He had already thought about all the celebratory moves, he would imitate C Luo and give a domineering jump.

However, just as the ball was about to enter the net, a hand suddenly appeared and firmly blocked the ball.

"Huh?" Everyone was taken aback. It felt like a mouthful of meat was about to be stuffed into their mouths, but was suddenly snatched away by someone.

The one who stopped the ball was naturally Young Master Zheng, he had jumped at least 80 cm and his small body was spread out, the gloves were a little big for him, he needed two hands to hold the ball, otherwise one of his hands would be enough.

After landing on the ground, Young Master Zheng held the ball in his arms and shouted, "No problem!"

Whoosh.

The members of Class 12 were instantly in an uproar.

"Vincy!"

"Holy sh * t, awesome!"

"Awesome!"

In the audience stands, LEE Lee jumped up, "Good job! Good job."

"Defensive counterattack!" Young Master Zheng bellowed, hugged the ball and ran two steps forward, threw the ball up, and kicked it out.

Pei Soong was already prepared to kill his way through the battlefield.

"Ah?" "Damn." Ye Feng turned around and realised that all of his team members were gathered in the first half of the match. There was almost no one in the second half, and he immediately started to sweat profusely. It wasn't that he had never encountered such an event before, but Ye Feng definitely wouldn't allow it to happen to himself.

Fortunately, two of the defending team members were still in the rear court, and at this moment, they had already reached Pei Soong's side. They jumped up together, and one of them deliberately elbowed Pei Soong.

With that, Pei Soong lost his balance and fell to the ground, rolling around eighteen times in one breath as he let out a roar like a pig being butchered.

"Judge!" A foul, a foul. " Fei Loong roared loudly.

The students of Class 12 immediately surrounded the referee.

The referee ran to the defender's side, showed his yellow card, and gave him an extremely valuable positioning ball.

Unfortunately, this positioning ball was slightly far away from the goal. It was only 30 metres away from the goal.

The second class burst into laughter.

Pei Soong helplessly lowered his head, and waved his hand to express his apologies to his teammates.

Everyone could understand that if it was any of them, they would not be much better off than Pei Soong.

With this crisis, Class Two learned their lesson and fought steadily. Step by step, the ball reached Ye Feng's feet, and with a kick to the side, Ye Feng managed to get past Zhao Kui once again.

"Rub your mom …" Zhao Kui became angry from embarrassment and chased after Ye Feng to shovel him. Instantly, he shoveled Ye Feng to the ground.

The members of Class Two went over to Zhao Kui and shouted at him. The referee ran over and showed his red card without any hesitation while throwing a free throw.

This punishment only managed to lessen the resentment of the second class.

But the next problem had come out. The penalty ball, Ye Feng against Young Master Zheng, all the students of Class 12 had despair in their hearts.

When the ball was put on the penalty spot, Ye Feng smiled and backed off. Pei Soong and the others did not dare to look anymore as they turned around and silently prayed in their hearts.

Young Master Zheng had a smile on his face as he pulled on his gloves, "Come!"

"Damned imbecile, I can't fool you to death!" Ye Feng smiled, pointed to the left, and then started to run. He did the same thing as C Luo, he purposely stopped halfway, and then continued to run, following that, he suddenly kicked to the left.

However, this kick was surprisingly fast, and the ball stuck close to the turf as it flew towards a dead end.

Let alone the Young Master Zheng, even the gatekeepers at the front lines of the country might not be able to catch this ball.

However, the current Young Master Zheng was no longer the Young Master Zheng he used to be. When the aura appeared in his dantian, it caused a subtle change to occur within and outside his body. His reaction speed was countless times stronger than before.

In his eyes, this high-speed ball was as slow as a snail.

"Hahaha." Young Master Zheng laughed as he leapt forward and easily caught the ball.

The scene was deathly silent. Everyone was dumbfounded.

Teacher Wu, who was standing at the side, nearly fell to the ground, "It can't be true, right? Is that what that moron in Class 12 did? "

In the audience stands, Zhong Zhenzhen and LEE Lee both jumped up. At this moment, they were already driven by the changes on the stage and were acting like cheers, shouting out loud for the best.

As for the spectators in Class 2, a regretful voice came out. It was this sigh that made Pei Soong excited.

"Catch the ball."

turned his head, only to see the ball flying towards them. Pei Soong was like a cheetah as he charged forward, and everyone thought that he would score points, including the defending team members of Class 2.

Pei Soong did not overstep himself and easily obtained the ball. There was only a goalkeeper in front of him, how could there be a more spacious time?

Pei Soong increased his pace and quickly rushed to the front of the restricted area.

Pei Soong was a little nervous, and immediately chose to shoot.

The ball flew toward the goal, and with a bang it bounced off the door frame and was caught by the goalkeeper.

"Oh, no!" Pei Soong knelt on the ground in regret, and covered his face with his hands.

Jiang Wuchen stood up and saw the ball and could not help but shake his head. With Pei Soong's speed, he could definitely beat the gatekeeper.

Ye Feng could not help but turn his head to look at Young Master Zheng. His face was drenched in sweat and he was in a daze as Song Yuan ran over, "This Wen Xi, it's really strange today.

"Kick him to death!" Ye Feng clamored.

After surviving through this ordeal, Class 12 was in a frenzy of fighting. When the first half ended, Class 2 did not get the right opportunity. If it was a normal match, then they would have scored at least three goals by this time.

Three balls would be enough to kill the twelve classes and make them give up.

In the first half, both sides reached a draw.

The players returned to their respective camps, while the substitutes from Class Two hurried up. Some of them brought crates of Red Bull and other multi-purpose beverages, while from Class 12, there wasn't even mineral water.