The Magic Trading System

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the ball that was flying towards him.    

    

Zheng Hao didn't kick the ball out like the other goalkeepers.    

    

He directly caught the ball in his hand.    

    

"Drip, drip …"    

    

The ball spun a few times in his palm and the force was completely dispersed. Then, it became quiet.    

    

The crowd burst into an uproar again.    

    

"This action of throwing the ball is too cool, it gives me a taste of a Shaolin football."    

    

"That was a very powerful and heavy ball, so it was very dangerous to take it head on. The ball would fall out of one's hands and it was also very likely to hurt the goalkeeper's hand. To be able to receive such a blow, it can only be said that this person is too amazing. "    

    

"Did no one notice the ball spinning at high speed in that kid's hand? This method of defusing the force is a bit like tai chi. "    

    

"Hahaha!" Jing Tongxin has already lost a ball. According to the rules, he has already lost the free throw match, right? "    

    

Zheng Hao received the ball and said with a smile, "Jing Tongxin, according to the rules, I have already won this free throw, right?"    

    

"Yes sir!"    

    

Jing Tongxin said with a dark expression.    

    

Jing Tongxin felt that the kick just now was already perfect, but it was blocked mercilessly by Fang Xingjian.    

    

According to the rules, he had indeed lost.    

    

"If you want to play a few more kicks, I'll keep you company! My suggestion, however, is that you save your strength and let us move on to the next ultimate confrontation. Although according to the rules of three rounds and two wins, I have already won this duel between us, but, I know that if you lose to me like this, you will feel that your loss is very frustrating, and you will not be convinced! So, I decided to play the final PK of the third game with you. " Zheng Hao said.    

    

"I want to keep the free throw! "I want to see if my footwork will really stink after I finish the remaining four balls!" Jing Tongxin said with a livid expression.    

    

As he said this, everyone around him booed.    

    

However, Jing Tongxin directly ignored the booing.    

    

"Alright! "Well, you go ahead with the free throw." Zheng Hao shrugged.    

    

He could tell that Jing Tongxin's eyes were red from the loss.    

    

Zheng Hao threw the ball over.    

    

Jing Tongxin once again put the ball on the free throw line.    

    

This time, he decided to take the risk. He also wanted to perform a full moon scimitar style powerful strike to attack the door.    

    

His eyes focused on the upper right corner of the goal.    

    

Jing Tongxin took six or seven steps back to help and speed up and came to the front of the ball.    

    

A strong force was unleashed!    

    

The ball suddenly flew out like a cannonball from the barrel. It drew a perfect arc and flew towards the upper right corner of the goal.    

    

Perfect!    

    

Jing Tongxin waved his fist.    

    

He felt great after he kicked the ball out. The direction of the ball was also very tricky and accurate. Jing Tongxin watched the trajectory of the ball.    

    

He believed that this ball was definitely going to hang from the dead end!    

    

The spectators held their breath as they watched.    

    

After Jing Tongxin shot the ball, Zheng Hao could tell the direction of the ball. He accelerated and arrived at the far right side of the field. He jumped up and stood around 1.5 meters away. He opened up his arms and caught the ball that was flying towards the dead angle on the right hand side of the field.    

    

He firmly grabbed the ball and dropped it onto the ground.    

    

"Wow!"    

    

"F * ck!" The balls hanging in the blind spot have all been caught! "    

    

"This kid's movements are too fast. He's simply like a bolt of lightning."    

    

"What are you playing for?" "We can't play anymore. The balls that are hanging in the dead ends have all been pounced on."    

    

"I'm guessing that Jing Tongxin even has the heart to die now, right? "Damn it, I finally managed to kick out a good ball, but the ball was confiscated. No one can take it no matter who it is, right?"    

    

The audience discussed loudly again.    

    

That's right, Jing Tongxin really wanted to smash his head against the wall.    

    

He was depressed.    

    

Such a good full moon blade.    

    

His speed, angle, and strength were all perfect.    

    

If Tmeow's ball got in, it would be a textbook goal, but who would have thought that such a ball would hit?    

    

"This ball is very good! It's just that my speed is a bit slow, so I managed to catch him head-on. " Zheng Hao threw the ball to Jing Tongxin and said with a smile.    

    

Jing Tongxin grinned and almost choked to death.    

    

The heck! This was so infuriating that people would rather pay with their lives!    

    

Gritting his teeth, he gathered his broken heart and carefully put the ball back on the penalty spot. He took a few steps back and this time decided to continue at the same angle as last time and increase his strength a bit more.    

    

Jing Tongxin sped up his pace and fired with all his might!    

    

"BOOM!"    

    

The ball flew.    

    

Except, the force of this kick wasn't too good, and the angle was too big.    

    

The ball directly flew into the sky.    

    

"Whoosh!"    

    

The ball disappeared without a trace.    

    

The crowd was in an uproar.    

    

Someone then gave a weird laugh and said, "Goddammit!" Is Jing Tongxin going to launch a satellite? Just where did this ball fly to? "    

    

"Special Miaomiao Sky Cannon!" "You can tell with one look, Jing Tongxin is completely on edge right now."    

    

After the ball was kicked away, someone ran over to look for it. After searching for a long time, they were still unable to find the ball.    

    

He had no choice but to take out a brand-new ball and continue.    

    

Jing Tongxin's following two kicks were obviously out of condition. One of his kicks was sent flying again, while the other was kicked too right and was once again confiscated by Zheng Hao.    

    

Jing Tongxin failed to score one free kick.    

    

In this match, he was still completely defeated.    

    

"Huff!" "Huff!"    

    

Jing Tongxin was breathing heavily. The veins on his forehead were pulsating and his mood was extremely bad.    

    

"Lil 'Xin, I really can't. Forget it. Don't compete with him in the third round. There's no point in competing anymore." Chen Xiaoloong said.    

    

"NO!" I want to compete! The first two rounds were just the basics, the third round was the most important real combat match! If I can beat him in the third game, then I can save some face. " Jing Tongxin said while clenching his teeth.    

    

"Sigh!" "Why is that?" Chen Xiaoloong shook his head.    

    

Jing Tongxin wiped away his sweat as he walked towards Zheng Hao.    

    

Zheng Hao smiled as he stood there, looked at Jing Tongxin walking over, and said: "Bro, keep your spirits up! "You're a bit depressed now. If you were to fight me in this state alone, I estimate that you would lose miserably!"    

    

Jing Tongxin finally shook his head and cheered up after hearing Zheng Hao's words.    

    

"Still the scissor and stone cloth, whoever wins first takes the ball to attack, how about it?" Jing Tongxin said.    

    

"Sure! "No problem!" Zheng Hao smiled.    

    

The two of them were just using scissors and stone cloth, Jing Tongxin won.    

    

So he was the first to take the ball.    

    

The serve began at half time.    

    

Jing Tongxin sprinted forward with his ball at high speed. He wanted to break through Zheng Hao's defense with this sprinting speed.    

    

Unfortunately, Zheng Hao was much faster than him.    

    

Zheng Hao's figure flashed and blocked Jing Tongxin's path. With a flick of his toes, he caught the ball under Jing Tongxin's feet.