Evan Lin charged forward with the ball, sharp as a blade.
Not only did the opposing forward fail to react, even Ethan Yi beside him was caught off guard.
Everything had happened so fast that Ethan Yi didn’t even bother to move, just waiting to see Evan Lin get taken out by a sliding tackle.
But by the time Ethan Yi snapped out of it, Evan Lin was already sprinting toward the goal with the ball.
The two midfield defenders saw Evan Lin charging in and didn’t hesitate to intercept.
“Clowns,” Evan Lin sneered, accelerating. As the defenders closed in, he suddenly stopped short, tapped the ball lightly with his toe, and kicked it left.
The ball slipped past both defenders. Caught by inertia, they couldn’t stop in time and could only watch helplessly as the ball sailed past their line.
Evan Lin accelerated with the ball, quickly reaching just outside the penalty area.
Class 7’s goalkeeper braced himself, while the defenders scrambled to cover, swarming toward Evan Lin.
“Trash. You’re not even worthy to share a field with me.”
"Ball feel? For the Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord, that's just a joke."
"I've manipulated flames so tiny they could mend a shattered spirit pill—what kind of touch and control does that take? You people can't even imagine!"
Evan Lin glanced coldly at the goal, completely ignoring the defenders rushing toward him.
He raised his foot.
Shot!
The moment the ball met Evan Lin’s instep, it warped for an instant.
In the next instant, the entire ball shot toward the goal like a cannon shell.
No curve. No fancy tricks.
Just speed.
Extreme speed!
Bang!
The ball crashed into the net, sending the goal’s netting flying.
The goalkeeper’s eyes widened—he didn’t even have time to react.
He hadn’t had a chance to respond at all—the ball blasted past him into the goal.
Even now, he could still feel the gust of wind from the ball’s impact.
This guy—his shot power is insane!
Five minutes into the second half, Class 7 scores.
Seven to one!
“What the… Damn, is this guy even human?” Leon Li gaped at Evan Lin from the sidelines.
The string of dribbles and that final, no-frills shot were just beautiful to watch.
“It actually… went in…” Mia Chen stared blankly at the scene, whispering to herself, eyes full of wonder as she looked at Evan Lin.
“Whoa, Fang You, how is Evan Lin this fierce? Watching that shot, I feel like even Ethan Yi couldn’t have stopped it.” The girl next to Fang You was stunned.
She didn’t really understand soccer, not even the rules, but watching Evan Lin’s goal just now felt like watching a movie.
Compared to the chaos of the first half, with people everywhere, the second half felt much more open.
Cleaner, simpler.
“I have no idea, what just happened? Did I see that right?” Fang You shook his head, staring dazedly at Evan Lin, who was walking slowly toward his own half under the sunlight.
“What power!” Coach Peter, usually calm, looked at Evan Lin in surprise.
Even in an international squad, that shot would be considered powerful. But it’s not just that—his dribbling skills and ball feel are a treasure.
Seeing Peter’s delight, Ethan Zhang felt a pang of jealousy.
“It’s just one goal. Just wait—one guy trying to take on the whole field? With no keeper, the goal’s just a decoration. Isn’t he asking to get scored on?”