Evan Lin sprang into action.
He jogged up to the soccer ball. When he was half a meter away, his left foot planted, his right leg swung up, his instep angled at forty-five degrees in midair—and then he smashed his foot into the side of the ball.
"He's winding up for a big kick!"
"No! Wait—that's not it!"
Up in the stands, a few soccer-savvy guys shot to their feet, faces full of shock as they stared at the ball launching off Evan Lin’s foot, like they’d just witnessed something impossible.
The ball soared, heading straight for Class 3’s penalty area.
"Get the ball to me as soon as you can, and you six, block Evan Lin!" Ethan Yi shouted, sprinting toward Class 7’s half while barking out orders to his teammates. But just then, he caught a glimpse of Evan Lin surrounded by players—only to realize Evan wasn’t even trying to break through. Instead, he turned and ran straight toward Class 7’s half without looking back.
It looked like he was getting ready for the next defensive play.
But Ethan Yi couldn’t shake a strange sense of unease—and almost at the same moment, the stadium erupted in shocked cries.
The noise came from the stands—the students watching the match all seemed to witness something unbelievable, and the whole crowd cried out at once!
What the hell was that?!
Ethan Yi whipped his head around, staring at his own team’s penalty area—and his pupils shrank in disbelief.
The ball Evan Lin had kicked from the corner, which should have dropped straight down after soaring high, didn’t follow its usual path. Instead, it spun wildly in midair, then carved out an impossible arc, flying toward the very edge of the goal!
The goalkeeper never expected the ball to change direction midair thanks to the spin. He dove too late—the ball whistled past him, spinning as it slammed into the net!
The ball kept spinning in the net for a long moment before finally dropping to the turf.
Ethan Yi stood there in a daze, staring at the ball as it finally bounced on the ground, his face drained of all color.
"A zero-angle shot! That was really a zero-angle shot!" Coach Peter was trembling all over, like a lifelong pilgrim finally witnessing his faith fulfilled.
"Ever since Casilander’s legendary ‘God’s Right Foot’ zero-angle goal at the 1984 Seamon World Cup, I’ve dreamed of seeing this moment with my own eyes!" Peter’s voice shook with excitement, nearly choking up.
That soaring ball wasn’t just a game—it was a battle of faith.
All these years, Peter kept searching for a true soccer prodigy—just for the chance to witness the legendary ‘God-foot’ again.
Power, angle, style, mentality—only when all these factors blend perfectly can a true zero-angle ‘God-foot’ shot be born!
"Genius—he’s a real genius!" Peter was so excited he could barely contain himself.
For the rest of the half, the entire student section sat in total silence.
No one cheered. No one shouted. No one even talked.
They all just watched quietly as a lone boy faced Ethan Yi and all of Class 3’s players by himself.
A solitary blade—unstoppable momentum!
Speed, power, ball control—Evan Lin crushed everything, rewriting the score in a landslide.
"Does that guy never get tired?!"
Another goal!
This time, Evan fired from outside the box—the ball rocketed into the air like a cannonball, streaking for the far corner of the net. The keeper dove instinctively, fingertips grazing the ball, but it still blasted into the goal!
Ethan Yi watched as Evan Lin scored, then spun and raced back on defense, breathing hard.
At first, he thought he could beat Evan by exploiting the distance—but Evan was way too fast. Then Ethan tried flooding him with defenders, but Evan dribbled like he was dancing!
His upper and lower body moved in perfect sync, switching up dribbling routes nonstop. He even threw in multiple stepovers and fancy solo moves, making a joke out of the entire Class 3 squad.
This guy’s a monster!
In the end, Ethan decided to play it safe—he ordered his team to keep passing back and forth, hoping Evan wouldn’t get a touch and the score would stay locked. If they couldn’t widen the lead, at least they could hold on for the win.
But Evan Lin kept popping up at midfield like a ghost, intercepting pass after pass!
One Evan Lin played like an entire elite team.
The craziest part? That guy didn’t even look tired!
For the first time in his life, Ethan Yi—the so-called soccer prodigy—felt totally powerless.
Looking at Evan Lin was like staring at a wall he’d never climb—a barrier no defense or attack could ever break. That guy was like a perfectly calculated machine!
Interceptions, breakaways, feints, and a blistering shot on goal!
Another goal!
The watching students were left speechless. In the rest area, Mia Chen waved her delicate fists in excitement, wanting to shout for joy.
This was Class 7’s moment of glory.
But out on the sidelines, Darren Zhao, Leon Li, and Derek Wang all wore complicated expressions, unsure whether to be happy or sad.
"Man, Darren, how is Evan Lin so scary? He said he’d break our legs after the match—do you think he really meant it?" Derek Wang stared nervously at Evan, now the focus of the whole field.
"He wouldn’t dare!" Darren Zhao raised his eyebrows and muttered, "Doesn’t he know he’d get expelled for that?"
Darren glanced at the scoreboard—it was 8–7, with Class 3 back in the lead.
There were about ten minutes left in the match.
"But he even beat up our homeroom teacher, and Victor Feng—Victor’s still in the hospital, isn’t he?" Leon Li swallowed hard.
The brighter Evan Lin shone on the field, the more regret gnawed at their hearts.
They cursed themselves for mouthing off and showing off in front of Evan.
"Maybe we should just sneak out now," Leon Li suggested, glancing at Darren Zhao and Derek Wang.
"Sounds good. Let’s slip away quietly," Derek Wang nodded quickly, and after a moment Darren Zhao silently agreed too.
On the field, Evan Lin stood with the ball at his feet. The Class 3 players ahead looked like they were facing a mortal threat.
"Too weak. What a waste of time."
Evan’s voice rang out clearly, but none of the Class 3 players dared talk back.
A whole team toppled by one guy—they had nothing left to say.
But just as everyone watched Evan, waiting for his next goal, he suddenly hooked the ball, spun around, and slammed his right foot into it—the ball warped for a split second.
Then the ball shot off like a cannonball, rocketing toward the goal!