"Activate! Activate it for me now!"
Luo Xiaoxiang practically screamed, though, of course, it was only in his mind.
He was like a drowning man, desperately clinging to even a single straw.
Forget about basketball skills or soccer skills; if it could score, it was a good skill!
"Skill 'Aomine Daiki's Formless Shot' has been loaded. Current proficiency: Beginner."
"Skill Effect: Ignores conventional shooting postures. Can send the ball into the goal even when the body is off balance or in any extreme state."
"Note: Beginner-level proficiency will significantly consume the host's stamina, and the success rate is not 100%."
A series of messages flooded his mind.
Luo Xiaoxiang felt a subtle change in his body.
He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
He just felt… an extraordinary intuition for the position of the goal.
It was as if an invisible thread connected the soccer ball and the goal.
"What are you standing around for? Play continues!"
From the sideline, Coach Li Tiejun's roar came.
His face was grim.
Luo Xiaoxiang's sky-high shot just now had infuriated him.
All process, no result—this was the type of player Li Tiejun disliked the most.
In his opinion, Luo Xiaoxiang's performance just now was nothing more than a fleeting stroke of luck.
The main team took a goal kick.
The goalkeeper launched the ball with a powerful kick to midfield.
After that small interlude, the morale of the reserve team dropped even further.
Soon, the main team snatched possession of the ball again.
Zhang Hao received the ball in midfield; he didn't even glance at Luo Xiaoxiang, instead executing a quick one-two pass with a teammate, easily tearing open the reserve team's defense.
"Watch out for Zhang Hao!"
"Stay with him!"
The reserve team's defenders cried out in alarm.
Zhang Hao's individual ability was in a league of its own within the entire team.
He dribbled with continuous changes of direction, his movements incredibly fast. The two defenders guarding him were left dizzy and couldn't get close.
In a flash, Zhang Hao dribbled the ball to the edge of the penalty area.
Luo Xiaoxiang stood not far away, watching Zhang Hao perform, a mix of emotions swirling in his heart.
Was this the gap in talent?
He had exerted tremendous effort, relying on the system's skill to barely create one opportunity, only to shoot it wide.
Meanwhile, Zhang Hao could effortlessly wreak havoc on the opposing defense.
"Damn it, I'm not giving up!"
A flame of unwillingness burned fiercely in Luo Xiaoxiang's heart.
Just then, Zhang Hao took his shot!
He didn't continue to dribble, but instead unleashed a furious shot from over twenty meters away from the goal!
The soccer ball, like a cannonball, flew with intense spin directly into the top corner of the goal.
This was a high-quality long-range shot!
The reserve team's goalkeeper, despite his best efforts to make a save, was just a fingertip away.
The ball was about to fly into the net.
"Clang!"
A crisp, loud sound.
The soccer ball, squarely and forcefully, smashed against the goalpost, then rebounded.
Luck!
Everyone on the reserve team breathed a long sigh of relief.
Zhang Hao, on the other hand, clutched his head in frustration.
After rebounding, the ball landed precisely inside the penalty area.
Inside the box, players from both sides scrambled, desperately fighting for the loose ball.
In the ensuing chaos, a main team player poked the ball, sending it rolling towards the right side of the penalty area.
And that position... was exactly where Luo Xiaoxiang was!
Opportunity!
Luo Xiaoxiang's eyes instantly lit up.
Without thinking, he immediately activated and charged towards the ball.
"Stop him!"
Zhang Hao also reacted, shouting loudly.
A main team defender immediately rushed towards Luo Xiaoxiang, attempting to clear the ball before he could reach it.
The defender was faster than Luo Xiaoxiang.
It looked like the defender would get to the ball first.
Luo Xiaoxiang, in his haste, didn't care about anything else. He directly dove forward, executing a sliding tackle!
His goal wasn't to tackle the ball, but to block it with his body!
It was an unconventional, even somewhat clumsy, move.
"Bang!"
Luo Xiaoxiang's toe was half a second faster than the defender's, making first contact with the ball.
With his poke, the ball changed direction, rolling past the defender's feet.
Luo Xiaoxiang himself, due to the forward momentum, completely lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
"Good play!"
Luo Xiaoxiang ignored the pain in his body, struggling to get up from the ground.
He saw the ball rolling into an open space in the penalty area, and he himself, due to his fall, had temporarily escaped his marker.
He stumbled after the ball.
However, the main team's goalkeeper had already rushed out of his goal, spreading his arms like a wall, blocking Luo Xiaoxiang's path forward.
At the same time, the defender he had just bypassed also turned and chased after him.
Blocked in front, pursued from behind.
Luo Xiaoxiang's situation was precarious.
He dribbled the ball for two steps, his body's center of gravity still not adjusted, swaying unsteadily, as if he could fall again at any moment.
"No chance..."
Everyone who witnessed this scene had the same thought flash through their minds.
In this situation, let alone shooting, just protecting the ball would be an accomplishment.
Li Tiejun on the sideline also shook his head.
Luo Xiaoxiang's fighting spirit was commendable, but his technique and physical fitness were simply too poor.
However, just when everyone thought Luo Xiaoxiang would lose possession of the ball...
An incredible scene unfolded.
Luo Xiaoxiang, at the moment his body completely lost balance and he was about to fall forward, his right foot, at an extremely twisted, utterly illogical angle, suddenly lifted upwards, his toe precisely poking the bottom of the soccer ball.
This movement didn't resemble a shot at all.
It was more like... trying to chip the ball?
No, that's not right!
His body was leaning forward, yet his foot was exerting upward force.
This completely violated the basic principles of human biomechanics!
"What is he doing?!"
A huge question mark appeared in everyone's minds.
The next second, they got their answer.
The soccer ball, poked upwards by Luo Xiaoxiang's toe, did not fly forward, nor did it fly straight up.
Instead, it traced a bizarre, incomprehensible arc with intense side spin.
The ball grazed the fingertips of the charging goalkeeper, bypassed his body, and then... at an incredible angle, lightly, wobblingly, rolled into the empty net.
The ball... went in?
The entire world seemed to be muted.
The wind stopped.
The shouts disappeared.
Everyone stood frozen as if under a spell, staring blankly at the soccer ball slowly rolling in the net.
Luo Xiaoxiang, fallen on the ground.
The dumbfounded goalkeeper.
The bewildered defender.
The disbelieving teammates.
And... on the sideline, the coach, Li Tiejun, whose glasses had slipped from his nose and fallen to the ground unnoticed.
Everyone's expressions, at this moment, were frozen into an absurd painting.
After a full five seconds.
"Beep—!"
The referee, who was also the team's assistant coach, blew his whistle, signaling a valid goal.
This whistle was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand ripples.
"Holy crap!!!"
"This... how the hell is this possible?!"
"How did that ball go in?! Am I seeing things?!"
"A fluke! That was absolutely a fluke!"
The stadium instantly erupted into a frenzy.
Everyone, whether from the main team or the reserve team, stared at Luo Xiaoxiang, who was still sprawled on the ground, panting, with expressions like they were looking at an alien.
That goal just now had completely surpassed their understanding of the sport of soccer.
That was not a shot at all!
It was more like a circus trick!
A miracle shot, like a blind cat catching a dead mouse, achieved while his body was completely out of control!
