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In this dangerous emergency.

There was a single girl standing far away from the arena. She had a tranquil smile on her face. At that moment, the spring wind blew like a hundred flowers blooming in unison.

Even if the deities came, they would definitely not be able to escape!

"Phew!" Whoosh! "Hah! …"

The ball had not even touched his skin, but Song Ziyang's ears could already hear the strong sound of the wind.

His eyes flashed, and he suddenly threw his head back as fast as lightning.

The rapidly spinning ball flew back against the tip of his nose.

How could Song Ziyang let it hit the goal so easily?

Unknowingly, his right hand had already circled around and arrived in front of the soccer ball.

He did not secretly use his inner strength.

He knew that this was only Liang Chao taking it out to test him.

And how could he, who always liked to keep a low profile, so easily expose himself?

Relying on Chinese martial arts in the four or four thousand pounds.

His fingertips moved along the spinning ball and began to vibrate rapidly. At the same time, he let the ball glide along the arc.

The impact from the attack that was strong to begin with was not that terrifying under Song Ziyang's ingenious attack.

Wang Er had initially thought that Song Ziyang did not know his place and did not listen to him. Now that he had recovered, he would at least be severely injured.

In the end, the scene before him caused his pupils to suddenly widen.

What was going on?

Aside from Liang Chao, not even his brother Wang Da was able to decipher this kick of his.

The best way to deal with this situation was to intercept and interrupt him when he was shooting the ball.

But who could interrupt him?

Hence, from the very beginning, he knew that it was impossible for this Song Ziyang to continue.

But when he saw that Song Ziyang had already sent the football that was about to take possession of the ground flying around in an unimaginable arc.

He knew that Song Ziyang would receive this ball!

Not just him.

All the students outside the field were confused.

None of them knew what Song Ziyang had done in the short span of a few seconds.

He just saw that the originally indomitable ball of football, when it met Song Ziyang, seemed to have been pulled as it walked along the tip of his finger. It was no longer as ruthless as it was before.

As the saying goes.

The layman watched the commotion while the expert watched the flow.

Just when everyone was cheering excitedly after experiencing such a strong visual contrast.

Liang Chao deeply furrowed his brows.

Earlier, he had clearly felt that Song Ziyang's body did not have the slightest fluctuation of inner strength.

One had to know that even he had to use 30% of his inner strength to withstand Wang Er's kick.

Song Ziyang politely smiled and looked at Wang Er, who was staring at him, dumbstruck.

At this time, Wang Er was at a loss of what to do.

If this was not a coincidence, but rather Song Ziyang was truly able to receive this blow, then he would have no way of achieving his goal of victory.

This was his strongest ball!

Liang Chao slightly nodded his head, indicating that Wang Er should follow Song Ziyang's instructions.

He wanted to see what this Song Ziyang was up to.

With this skill, even if he was not an inner strength expert, his own research on martial skills would be at the peak.

But was there really such a thing as a martial art without inner strength?

Liang Chao's doubt of Song Ziyang did not break at all. Instead, he felt that he could not see through this ordinary boy in front of him.

"You have to be careful, this ball of mine is definitely different from the previous one."

Just as Wang Er was ready to welcome Song Ziyang's kick, Song Ziyang reminded him in a neutral tone.

As the saying goes, do unto others what they do unto you.

What Song Ziyang had said was undoubtedly the same as what he had said before.

But right now, Wang Er didn't feel that this was a funny joke.

If it was before, he would have surely scoffed.

Even if this seemingly tender and delicate student had even the slightest bit of skill with the ball, he would definitely not be able to pull off any tricks.

Wiping away the sweat of guilt from his forehead, he looked at Song Ziyang who was still the same as before, without showing any changes.

Wang Er felt that there was an invisible pressure pervading the air, making him feel as if his legs were filled with lead.

Hard to move.

He did not do the warm-up action that Wang Er did.

He raised his foot just like before and kicked out.

But this time …

At the same time the kick was sent out, the atmosphere suddenly changed!

The arena seemed to have been trampled by a giant foot, giving off an invisible wave. The football that was originally advantageous on the ground was just like a desperate person racing for a ride.

It rushed straight towards Wang Er.

"Catch his legs!"

Even a wall could be kicked through by a soccer ball like a cannonball.

Although the crowd outside the arena felt the sudden wave of force that was transmitted to them.

However, the grass on the field wasn't moved at all. This made them wonder if they were hallucinating.

Immediately, they saw Wang Er, who was waiting for them at the goal, appear to have received a fright as he hurriedly dodged to the side.

As for that seemingly ordinary soccer ball, it just watched helplessly as it went towards the goal.

Wang Er still had some lingering fear as he looked at the football that was about to hit the goal.

Just now, he could clearly feel the force from the football that wanted to tear him apart.

This was not a joke, but rather, it was just as Song Ziyang said.

He had to be careful!

The people outside the stage hadn't even had time to cheer.

Liang Chao was also looking unhappily at Wang Er, who had suddenly dodged to the side.

The goal goal - shooting football has already touched the net.

The originally specially processed and tenacious net was now as fragile as a thin piece of paper.

The moment the ball touched the net, it disintegrated.

It was as though it was all fake.

After passing through the net, the soccer ball smashed into the drain in the distance with an unstoppable force.

"Bam!"

After a loud explosion, the football was bounced up more than ten meters before finally coming to a stop.

Everyone was looking at the football with dazed faces, as if they were running away from a wild horse.

Then, he looked at the young man who was still standing on the football field with the same expression as before.

Jiang Xiaoran was also in disbelief, she had never thought that football could be played like this?

Eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc.

This Song Ziyang was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?