Xia Yu stood at the forefront of the defensive stronghold, smirking coldly at Chen Yang, "There's no way your shot will make it in!"
"Is that so?"
Chen Yang chuckled, flicking the tip of his boot and lofting the soccer ball three meters into the air.
Then, with a light tap of his foot on the ground, he leapt high into the air, kicking a shot at the ball before it even descended.
The soccer ball flew towards the goal from three meters high, fast as lightning, nearly sparking from its friction with the air.
The goalkeeper, as if facing a great enemy, kept a vigilant watch on the ball. As soon as he distinguished its landing spot, he dove forward in flight, grasping the ball in his arms.
However, the force attached to the ball was too great. Even though he caught it, the power carried him back over a meter, and he fell heavily inside the goal.
The entire field was stunned; it was extremely rare to see a ball caught and still end up in the goal.
