Football Kung Fu Player

Wang Xing was like a flash of lightning, wading through the football for a few seconds, and arrived at the penalty area of ​​the Korean team.

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Goalkeeper Jin Yongguang's Adam's apple couldn't help but twitched, swallowed, and stared at Wang Xing as he approached him... There was a trace of deep fear on his face.

Until now, his hands are still a little numb.

That vigorous volley just now made him feel a little terrified now.

That strength is terrifying!

"I can't wait for him to shoot and save, I have to grab the ball directly..."

With this kind of thinking in mind, Jin Yongguang chose to take the initiative and rushed directly towards Wang Xing's feet... He vowed to grab the football with both hands.

The atmosphere in the audience was suddenly a little tense.

Countless Korean fans covered their mouths, obviously not daring to imagine what would happen next.

And all the "957" South Korean players in the audience watched helplessly, and the head coach Jin Yuankun clenched his fists tightly [Praying secretly.

"Yongguang...you must block this ball!"

They can only pin their last hope on the goalkeeper.

Although this result is very impractical.

One-on-one, striker vs. goalkeeper, 80% scoring probability... This is the single-handed data that has been counted all over the world.

There is no goalkeeper who is not afraid of a menacing striker, because of his name, his extraordinary...there are countless possibilities, so the goal is so random.

It's easier than a penalty kick.

At this moment, however, Jin Yongguang gritted his teeth and rushed towards Wang Xing's feet, very decisive and straightforward.

If possible, he would even pull Wang Xing's foot.

Rather foul, but also to block the ball.

Jin Yongguang's thoughts disappeared in a flash, and a shadow fell towards Wang Xing.

boom!

At this critical moment, what appeared in everyone's eyes was Wang Xing's jumping high... At this moment, all the fans in the sky saw the familiar Wang Xing.

The figure of the 110-meter hurdles crossing obstacles.

But this time it was exactly the same, except that the obstacle in front of him was Jin Yongguang.

swish!

Along with Wang Xing's body, the soccer ball was raised high, followed by his hurdling movement like a roc spreading its wings, and then crossed Jin Yongguang's fallen body together, and strode towards the unguarded goal.

Jin Yongguang, who fell on the ground, turned his head regretfully, and the tall figure of No. 10 came into view.

And that football has rushed into the sky, and it is about to pierce the white net.

boom

The football hits upward in an instant, setting off a huge white wave... Finally, after going through a series of refraction and changing directions, the football is bound by the net at the top of the ball.

The football, which had lost all its strength, fell down again, bouncing in the goal.

The ball went in!

2:0!

The Chinese team led by 2 goals, and only one minute passed.

"The goal was scored... 1 minute, Wang Xing scored a double, and the game only passed a minute... He scored two goals for the Tianchao team alone at an inhuman speed! "

"It's just...unbelievable! Unbelievable! Two goals in 1 minute! Wang Xing once again blasted the gate of the Han Guo team! The Chinese team took a 2-0 lead in the away game! This goal is another An individual exhibition match by Wang Xing! He showed his speed to the fullest! When he ran with all his strength, the defenders of the Korean team could only follow his ass and eat ashes..."

"The hope of the Tianchao team! We never thought that Wang Xing would have such a wonderful performance in his first football match!"

"Now, we see!"

"He turned the tide by himself. In the first minute, he showed us his domineering arrogance in track and field!"

2:0 Ugly scored 2 goals!"

"The Han players have been kicked completely stupid... This ball is completely a battle of Wang Xing's speed... He has proved to the whole world that the only truth in martial arts in the world is speed!"

"Let's congratulate Wang Xing, he proved himself..."

The guide Gong, the commentator, was eloquent in one breath, and Zhang Bing on the side was completely speechless.

At this moment, victory belongs to the Celestial People.

Director Gong commented until now, this is the first time he has encountered such a hearty game... Against a strong Asian team like Han Guo, Wang Xing showed his extraordinary personal experience.

The doubts from the outside world also became extremely weak at this time.

Everyone who questioned Wang Xing before the game, the expression now... is all sluggish...

"...2:0,2:03!"

Shen Xiangfu raised his arms and shouted, watching Wang Xing who raised his arms and walked to a corner of the field. Behind him, countless Olympic jerseys piled up towards him.

The well-deserved king.

"what--"

Wang Xing yelled at the auditorium of Han Guo fans and stretched out his two fingers. Everyone understood the meaning.

2 balls!

He scored 2 goals alone.

"The Korean team is in danger... I think they should have deeply realized that Wang Xing's speed is unsolvable!"

"Now they must be having a headache. Coach Kim Won-kun seems to be talking loudly to his players on the sidelines..."

"But the 2:0 gap, to be honest, it's hard to equalize!"

"Come on, Tianchao team, there is still a chance...Wang Xing, come on!"

Zhang Bing shouted there, and then the referee waved his arms on the sidelines, signaling the game to continue.

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Korean team goalkeeper Jin Yongguang exhaled deeply, and then looked at Wang Xing who was rushing towards the midfield. He kicked the ball directly to the defender on the side... Now. Now he

Obviously, he didn't dare to kick the ball too hard, because no one knew which direction Wang Xing would come from.

Regarding his speed, the Han people were completely scared.

The soccer ball was constantly playing back and forth in the backcourt of the Koreans... Wang Xing was near the midfield, observing the situation on the field.

This time the Han people obviously learned their lesson, and there was no large force to push into 1.8.

They played steadily and chose the pass they were good at.

However, the Tianchao team shrunk their defensive line and adopted a 451 formation, with 4 defenders staying outside the penalty area and 5 center forwards hovering near the midfield... The rest is Wang Xing, ready to counterattack .

Anyway, they lead by two goals, and they can afford to waste offensive opportunities and so on.

Even if the Chinese team doesn't score any goals, they still have a two-goal lead?!

Not to mention that they have the world's number one flying man in the frontcourt, who can threaten the goal of the Korean team anytime and anywhere.

The backcourt is flat, and it is simply specially designed for him to gallop.

Such a tactic caused the Han Guo team to be unable to blast the midfielder of the Tianchao team for a long time.

Time, just like the passage of one minute and one second...