C81 The Score Was 70 to 0 and the School Football Record Was Refreshed
"Ah! My face!"
Jiang Cheng clutched his face, writhing on the ground and screaming in pain.
The force from Lin Dong's powerful kick had left half of his face swollen and bruised.
The referee approached and, after examining his face, asked, "How are you feeling? Can you continue playing?"
Jiang Cheng yelled, "Continue what? I'm in agony here. Give Lin Dong a red card already—he did that on purpose!"
"The ball hitting someone doesn't count as intentional. Plus, I watched the play; he wasn't targeting you," the referee stated firmly.
"How can you say it wasn't intentional when he hit me that hard? Are you kidding me?" Jiang Cheng bellowed.
The captain of the White Team, along with his teammates, sprinted over.
He sneered, "Jiang Cheng, the referee isn't blind. You claim Lin Dong hit you deliberately—got any proof?"
"Exactly, it's just a minor injury. There's no playing without getting hurt!"
"If you're scared, why don't you go home to daddy?"
"Your dad will take good care of his little boy!"
The White Team members burst into laughter, mocking him mercilessly.
They were throwing back the taunts the Red Team had previously hurled at them.
At that moment, everyone felt a surge of satisfaction. They had been silently enduring Tian Chao's intentional injury, cornered by Jiang Cheng's tactics.
But Lin Dong's retaliation against Jiang Cheng had lifted everyone's spirits immensely!
"I'm staying in the game!"
Jiang Cheng massaged the sore spot on his face, shouting defiantly as he charged toward Lin Dong, determined to reclaim his pride.
"Whoosh!"
Lin Dong, with the soccer ball at his feet, dashed past the Red Team players at breakneck speed, the grass bending in his wake.
Two forwards converged on him, aiming kicks at his legs with clear intent to injure.
Their movements were forceful and swift.
Members of the White Team gasped in alarm at the sight of Lin Dong's predicament.
Yet Lin Dong remained stoic, executing a swift pivot on the spot.
The soccer ball shot out, striking the left forward's stomach with a thud, then rebounding onto the knee of the other forward.
Ahhhh!
Two agonized screams pierced the air.
The centers collapsed to the ground, struck by the soccer ball, the sound of bones cracking echoing ominously. They were unable to rise, writhing and screaming in pain.
Lin Dong didn't pause for a second, moving swiftly.
His god-like soccer skills gave him an intimate knowledge of every muscle group in his legs, allowing him to control their power with great precision.
The force he used to kick the ball at the centers was calculated to deliver a heavy blow without actually damaging their bones—a fine line expertly walked.
Yet, it was still too much for the average person to handle.
Defenders charged towards him.
Lin Dong clamped the ball between his legs and spun, evading tackles from three directions before swiftly making his way to the goal.
The goalkeeper watched Lin Dong with a tense expression.
But amidst Lin Dong's laughter, the ball was kicked, soaring past the goalkeeper at an unreachable angle and into the net.
Goal!
The whistle blew, signaling a point for the White Team!
"Ohhh! Score!" the White Team players shouted in jubilation.
Jiang Cheng, however, stood on the field with a dark scowl, his face marked by a conspicuous purplish-red bruise.
The referee examined the two centers, helping them to their feet and checking their ability to walk. After confirming they could still play, the centers nodded in agreement.
Lin Dong was encircled by his teammates, who lavished him with loud praise.
The White Team captain remained silent, no longer considering a substitution.
Lin Dong glanced over at Jiang Cheng and with a smirk, made a throat-slitting gesture.
He was signaling a total wipeout!
Jiang Cheng was seething with frustration and humiliation.
He had planned to give Lin Dong a harsh lesson, but none of his strategies had worked. Lin Dong was elusive on the field, slippery as an eel and impossible to catch!
Now, he was the one being dominated by Lin Dong!
It was infuriating.
Unwilling to concede, Jiang Cheng steeled himself to continue the match.
The whistle sounded once more.
The game whistle blew, and players from both teams sprang into action!
Lin Dong charged ahead, dribbling the ball with incredible speed, swiftly weaving through the Red Team's defense.
The soccer ball at Lin Dong's feet seemed to become an extension of his body, responding to his every command with precision in both force and direction. The oncoming Red Team members couldn't even graze the ball as they were outmaneuvered at every turn!
Before long, Jiang Cheng and his teammates were battered and bruised, their once-clean jerseys marred with the evidence of their struggle.
They stood on the field, a somewhat pitiful sight.
Despite their efforts, their presence paled in comparison to the White Team's dominating energy.
The referee's whistle pierced the air once more, awarding another point to the White Team.
The scoreboard now read an astonishing seventy points for the White Team and a stark zero for the Red Team, shattering previous school football records.
Jiang Cheng's face darkened, his expression as grim as a scorched pan.
He had not only suffered a series of defeats at the hands of Lin Dong but had also served as a mere stepping stone for Lin Dong's team. Trailing by a vast margin and ending the game scoreless, his team now bore the dubious distinction of being the most inept in Jiangyang University's football history—a truly ignominious defeat.
