"What are you guys talking about? Sothing about this Pa Shan, that Pa Shan, which Pa Shan?" the fat guy asked suspiciously.
"It’s that Pa Shan, the one speaking with Boss Kun Sha," a team mber pointed to Pa Shan standing in front of Kun Sha.
"I know his na is Pa Shan, what’s the problem with that?" The fat guy still looked puzzled.
"Seriously, Fatty, you don’t know Pa Shan? He’s the underground boxing champion, Pa Shan." The teammate looked astonished, as if not knowing who Pa Shan was a cri.
"Underground boxing... Pa Shan..." The fat guy seed to have so impression, revisited it in his mind, and suddenly exclaid: "That Pa Shan, the boxing champion with 34 consecutive KO victories?"
"That’s the one. Why is he coming to our team? Looking to cause trouble for our boss? I don’t think so, right? Boss Kun Sha is a Magic Armor Master; he wouldn’t dare, would he? Could it be he’s joining our team? That’s even more absurd. He’s an underground boxing champion, what’s he doing playing football..."
The fat guy bitterly smiled and said, "You actually guessed right, he’s here to play football."
"No way, really? Pa Shan is going to play football, what position will he play?" Several team mbers exclaid, "With Pa Shan’s physical prowess, no matter what position, he’s going to be a major weapon! He won’t take my position, will he?"
"You guys don’t have to worry; he wants the position of goalie." The fat guy bitterly smiled and looked at Li Xiu.
Not only the fat guy, but all the other players breathed a collective sigh of relief, while looking sympathetically at Li Xiu.
In football leagues nowadays, while skills are undoubtedly important, absolute physical prowess can compensate for a lack of skill.
Especially for the goalie position, physical prowess is paramount.
Pa Shan’s physical prowess is intimidatingly superior. With him on the team, Li Xiu, who had a shot at being the starting goalie, might only be a substitute; even getting field ti is uncertain.
He could withstand opponents in the boxing ring, so playing football is no big deal.
"Buddy, I also didn’t know that guy was Pa Shan..." The fat guy bitterly explained to Li Xiu, seemingly thinking Li Xiu didn’t stand much of a chance anymore.
"We’ll see." Li Xiu wasn’t flustered at all. Absolute physical prowess could indeed crush everything, but could Pa Shan’s physical prowess truly achieve absolute supremacy?
Pa Shan stood before Kun Sha, coldly staring at him and said, "Kun Sha, I’m here. I’ll help you win the championship, and then you follow ."
Kun Sha removed the towel from his face, sat up, looked at Pa Shan, and smiled, "I seem to have underestimated football a bit."
"I just want your agreent. I’ll help you win the championship, and you follow ." Pa Shan persisted, demanding again.
"Your choice should be the goalie position, right?" Kun Sha said.
"Yes, with guarding, no one will score. You just need to make goals and win the championship, then follow ." Pa Shan said.
"You don’t seem to be on the team yet? If I’m not mistaken, you need to compete with that person for the goalie position, right?" Kun Sha glanced towards Li Xiu’s direction.
"It’s undeniable. I said, with around, no one can score. For you, I won’t let anyone score." Pa Shan coldly stated.
"Just win against that person and secure the goalie position before we talk." Kun Sha said casually.
"Okay, wait for ." Pa Shan turned and walked towards Li Xiu.
"Pa Shan..." the fat guy saw Pa Shan coming and tried to say sothing but was interrupted by Pa Shan.
"Is it him? How do we trial, let’s start now." Pa Shan said expressionlessly.
The fat guy glanced towards the resting area. Zheng Xiu and Sha Chu were chatting there, each holding a drink and looking quite pleased.
Seeing Sha Chu nod slightly at him, the fat guy took a deep breath and said, "The trial is simple. You two will each guard the goal, and our teammates will take ten penalty shots each. The one who stops more goals wins."
"Let go first. No need for ten players; don’t you have a player nad Baal? He should be the strongest goal scorer on your team, besides Kun Sha. Just let him take ten shots." Pa Shan said, walking up to the goal without even wearing gloves, and said to the fat guy, "Start."
The fat guy, helplessly, had to call Baal over.
"Baal, you okay?" The fat guy asked Baal.
"I’m fine. I’ve had enough rest, my skills are restored, I’ll take good care of this boxing champion." Baal said with an evil smile.
"Don’t cause trouble, the boss is watching." The fat guy said, feeling a bit of a headache.
Baal ignored him, walking directly to the penalty spot and provocatively said to Pa Shan, "I hear you’re the boxing champion. Can you play football?"
"Simple rules, I can learn quickly." Pa Shan coldly replied.
"Don’t underestimate football, it could cost you your life." Baal sneered.
"Then let see how you plan to take my life." Pa Shan didn’t back down, locking eyes with Baal, sparks almost flying from their intense stare.
"As you wish." Baal had just been put down by Li Xiu, and now encountering another boxing champion, he had found an outlet to vent.
With a tap of his foot, Baal pulled the ball back then aid his powerful kick, his thigh tensing, unleashing terrifying strength as blood marks on his fingers lit up again.
Buzz!
The Razor Ball reappeared, spinning furiously and buzzing, tearing through space, roaring toward Pa Shan.
"Starting with the Razor Ball, Baal is definitely up to sothing!" The players watched Pa Shan, curious to see how he’d handle the shot.
Suddenly, a large hand appeared behind the ball.
The once spinning and roaring football suddenly stopped still, frozen in mid-air.
Pa Shan stood motionless, extending one hand to firmly grab the football, as if it was a child’s toy with no lethal force.
Baal was dumbfounded, as were the players, even Sha Chu in the resting area showed a hint of surprise.
"Pa Shan’s physical prowess is unparalleled in the underground boxing arena. Playing football gas like these is too easy. If he hadn’t insisted on joining the Madn Football Club, I’d be reluctant to let him waste ti here." Zheng Xiu took a small sip of coffee, speaking with so pride.
"Indeed remarkable. Thanks for bringing such a goalie." Sha Chu smiled and nodded.
"Don’t waste ti. Continue." Pa Shan tossed the ball at Baal’s feet.
Baal’s face turned dark as he silently took another kick.
Another Razor Ball, but this ti aid not at Pa Shan’s body but at the upper left corner of the goal.
This shot was fast, fierce, and accurate, like lightning crossing the short ten-ter distance, instantly reaching the goal.
Pa Shan moved swiftly, like a ghost appearing before the football, once again grabbing the roaring ball with one hand.
One ball after another, ten consecutive shots, from such a short distance. Pa Shan didn’t even make a diving motion; he stood and grabbed all the balls with one hand.
Invincible!
Only these two words remained in every player’s mind. With such physical prowess and reflexes in football, who could break through his goal?
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