This Ultraman Has No Morals

"Hit a reporter?"

"Well, this guy also slandered me. I'm not a person who holds grudges, but if I have grudges, I usually report them on the spot."

"Okay! But only if you can win!"

Worm patted George on the shoulder.

"The stadium is waiting for you."

After the two of them changed their uniforms, they came to the court behind the Phoenix Nest. Mirai, Zheping, Muzhimei, and Manina were already waiting beside them.

"You called?"

Worm tossed the football to George.

"Someone has to witness it, doesn't it?"

"Hmph, I'm afraid you'll lose too badly."

"Not necessarily."

The two walked into the playground and stood up separately, and George put Qiu on the penalty spot.

"Three goals, as long as you can defend the next goal, I will lose!"

Wurm spread his legs and squatted down.

"Three goals, if you can score one goal, you win."

"Arrogant boy!"

Zhe Ping looked at Wu Mu worriedly, trying to stop him, but Future stopped him.

"It's okay, trust Xiaoyang, he is very powerful!"

"But..."

Marinai recalled the scene where Worm rescued him at that time, and also echoed.

"Yang is not an ordinary person, Zhe Ping, we just need to watch."

"That's fine...but George is a dominant player."

Mu Zhimei clasped her hands together and looked at Worm and George worriedly.

"Don't let anything happen..."

George took two steps back.

"Look out! My ultimate move, Meteor Shot!"

Like a leopard, George rushed to the side of the ball with great power from his legs, and volleyed vigorously with his left foot. The football drew an arc in the air and rushed towards the goal at a speed of nearly [-] per hour.

Worm's eyes glowed slightly orange, and the trajectory of the football was clearly visible in his field of vision.

"I see, here it is!"

Wurm jumped to the right and stretched out his palm to intercept the football.

"Ok?"

The expected stop did not appear. The strength of this ball exceeded Wurm's estimation, and it directly knocked his hand away and entered the goal.

"I lost?"

While Wurm was shocked, George was also shocked.

"You can actually touch my ball, come again! I said three balls, you win if you catch one!"

Worm grinned and tossed the ball.

"You asked for it."

"Humph."

George snorted and backed away again, and this time Worm closed his eyes.

"Hey, are you giving up now?"

"Stop talking nonsense, come!"

"Satisfy you!"

It was another meteor shot, and Wurm heard the sound of the football breaking through the air.

"Hiss... Phew... Let me see your flow point..."

In an instant, Worm opened his eyes, and this time the football flew over from above his head.

"what!"

Wurm jumped up, still using one hand, and shot the ball with the momentum of blocking the shot.

The momentum of the football was neutralized, and it slowly rolled to George's feet.

"how is this possible.."

Worm said when George was shocked.