C79 His Football Skills Exploded and He Became the Son of Wind

The system alert sounded, jolting Lin Dong to attention. The task from the system couldn't have been more timely—it was exactly what he had been hoping for. He stood with a serene confidence, his aura of a soccer king radiating outward, seemingly pushing the grass around him with an invisible force that emanated from him as the epicenter.

The White Team captain's hair fluttered in the disturbance. He had been on the verge of telling Lin Dong to leave the field, but he choked back his words.

"Hahaha! You dare to step onto the field without having played soccer before? Is the White Team really that bored?" Jiang Cheng overheard the exchange between Lin Dong and the White Team captain and couldn't help but laugh. He had assumed Lin Dong was at least on par with Tian Chao, but he had clearly misjudged the situation. Lin Dong had never even played soccer before! Stepping onto the field like this was practically asking for trouble!

Jiang Cheng's laughter spread through his entire body, a sensation of pure delight. This was a golden opportunity handed to him by fate itself—a chance to give Lin Dong a lesson and release the pent-up anger inside.

The White Team captain's face darkened with frustration. He was eager to retaliate, but just then, the referee's whistle blew, signaling the start of the match. The White Team had suffered an injury earlier and were currently leading by one point. They kicked off the game.

As the whistle's sharp tone cut through the air, Lin Dong didn't rush into action; instead, he remained stationary. Jiang Cheng's face lit up with glee as he charged forward, executing a slide tackle aimed directly at Lin Dong, flattening the grass in his wake.

"Lin Dong! Pass me the ball!" the White Team captain called out urgently. They couldn't afford to be caught off guard. If Jiang Cheng managed to steal the ball, they would lose their advantage.

Lin Dong remained motionless, his foot firmly planted on the ball, seemingly oblivious to Jiang Cheng's aggressive tackle.

"I've got it!" Jiang Cheng's eyes gleamed triumphantly, a smug grin spreading across his face. His move was not only a display of his soccer prowess, aiming to snatch the ball from the White Team, but it also served a more sinister purpose—to injure Lin Dong's calf in the process of taking the ball.

This was just the beginning; Lin Dong had plenty more tricks up his sleeve.

Closer!

Even closer!

Jiang Cheng's foot was about to connect with the soccer ball.

The White Team captain's mouth formed an 'O', his eyes bulging as if he were silently screaming in disbelief!

The other players were equally stunned and frantic.

All eyes were on Lin Dong.

In the moment when all attention was fixed on him and the soccer ball was nearly snatched away, Lin Dong's eyes sparked with determination.

He made his move!

With a quick step, he leaped into the air, taking the ball with him.

Whoosh!

Jiang Cheng's slide tackle missed, passing right under Lin Dong's feet.

He looked up to see Lin Dong soaring over his head, his face etched with shock. He hadn't anticipated Lin Dong's sudden burst of energy, nor that he would take the ball with him.

Thud!

Lin Dong landed back on the ground.

The moment his feet touched down, he sprinted off.

The ball, as if tethered to his feet by an invisible line, stayed glued to him as he dashed forward.

Thump, thump, thump...

With the sound of the ball bouncing continuously, Lin Dong was like a whirlwind.

The Red Team players tried to block him, creating a staggered formation, reaching out to steal the ball.

But Lin Dong deftly dodged each attempt, weaving through their gaps with the ball, his movements as quick as lightning.

The White Team members lagged far behind.

Now, Lin Dong charged ahead solo, surpassing the midfield, the backline, and the goal!

Then he unleashed a powerful kick!

Boom!

The spinning soccer ball, with tremendous force and trailing clumps of grass, flew straight into the opponent's net!

Goal!

The referee's whistle pierced the air.

The White Team scored a point!

Jiang Cheng stood there, stunned.

After his failed tackle, he had raced to intercept Lin Dong, but to no avail. Lin Dong had effortlessly evaded every Red Team player and driven the ball straight into the net.

The entire play had taken less than a minute.

His speed was unbelievable!

Was this guy even human?