"What! How can he miss the goal?!" The Sect Master widened his eyes in disbelief.
Beside him was his wife and the elders. They were all stunned, looking at one of their disciples missing such an obvious chance to score.
"Where did they find such a fool as the striker?" an elder said in anger.
"I can even score that simple goal. How can he miss it?"
All the elders were furious.
They came with pride and confidence, hoping to show the world the spirit of the Dust Valley Sect. But the reality was different from what they expected.
It had been ten minutes since they started the game, and they hadn't scored a single goal. All their chances were missed by their player.
How could they accept this?
As for the audience, they were having the fun of their lives. They did not expect the game to be this exciting.
All the twenty ten were working toward the same goal — to score.
However, each player had a particular role they played without disturbing each other.
