Faced with this situation, Cao Baming remained calm, his eyes quickly flashing with the cold light of the moon.
The Chelsea players were not giving him any leeway; so what if you were Cao Baming? Fouls could still stop you!
At this moment, these players didn't care about getting booked, and the coach had already addressed this issue before the match. Anyone who cared about getting booked while defending Cao Baming would never get a chance to play again.
Stopping this guy was impossible through conventional means. Last season's Arsenal had taught everyone this lesson. To continue being stubborn now would be quite behind the times.
Mount stepped forward to challenge, looking for his position. The deep-lying Fofana and Eriksen immediately chose to provide cover, defending Cao Baming's left and right sides respectively, to prevent him from dribbling forward.
With three directions – center, left, and right – blocked, what else could you do to dribble past?
This was what they were thinking, yet even they didn't have much confidence, because Cao Baming seemed to perform magic.
Speed attribute conversion! Looking at the three big men in front of him, truly believing they could stop him, Cao Baming felt a wave of pity, even amusement.
With a half-turn fake, and then utilizing the explosive speed of his 200 speed attribute, he changed direction and left them behind. The remaining defender's legs went weak for a moment.
With two lines of defense ahead, Cao Baming could have continued to break through, but he chose not to.
The roar of the fans from the sidelines grew even louder, their excitement reaching a fever pitch. Had Cao Baming truly stepped up? Would he be the man to completely turn the tide?
Seeing all the lines in front of him suddenly double in brightness, and the numbers on them skyrocketing in an instant, Cao Baming's eyes lit up. What was going on?
He had just gotten past two useless players with a fake!
He couldn't worry about it anymore. Right in front of him was a line whose number had reached over 95. Although the number was still fluctuating, if he didn't act now, he might miss this opportunity.
His eyes scanned in that direction, and following the line, Cao Baming found the player at the end of it. It was none other than the team's forward, Thomas.
That young player's goal-scoring ability wasn't that high. This pass had to be perfect for him.
Just then, a big man charged forward, completely disregarding the foul. It wouldn't even be an exaggeration if he got a red card for this move.
But the numbers displayed in the lines in front of him hadn't even changed.
Cao Baming could easily dodge, but a sudden curiosity arose in his heart. Why wasn't the system reacting? Why hadn't the numbers changed?
In the blink of an eye, in just one second, there wasn't time for much hesitation or thought. Cao Baming stepped forward, maintaining a suitable distance between the ball and his body, and chose to strike!
Thomas was more than thirty meters away. This was an over-the-top long pass, requiring a certain arc to get over the seven defenders on the defensive line, successfully reach Thomas, and allow him to comfortably tap it in.
It was not an easy task. This kind of long-range distribution was inherently riskier than the potential reward.
But seeing this pass coming from Cao Baming, the nearby fans still let out excited cheers.
However, strangely, they didn't hear the "bang!"
With Cao Baming's passes, whether shots or crosses, the power far surpassed that of ordinary people. This was evident from the distinctive loud noise that usually accompanied them. But this time, it was completely different. Although the fans were noisy, no one heard the sound. The ball arced through the air, flying towards the other end of the field.
After the ball was kicked, it landed in front of Thomas in just two seconds. He controlled it with his thigh, took a step forward, and the ball settled perfectly at his ankle. With his other foot, he unleashed a thunderous shot.
Goal!!!!!
The entire stadium erupted! The fans were ecstatic, waving their jerseys!
Meanwhile, Cao Baming and the two Chelsea players beside him stood frozen.
What just happened? For the first time, Cao Baming was utterly curious. He didn't even understand how he had passed the ball.
How the ball flew, he might not always know, but at least the feeling in his feet should be clear, right? He distinctly felt nothing just now.
This was too strange. Could something have interfered? Was it the system?
At that moment, a quality-tier talent skill card from the new season's super gift pack, unlocked before the match, suddenly appeared in Cao Baming's mind.
Magnetic Storm? Why did that name sound so bizarre? It seemed like the strange scene just now perfectly matched the name of this skill.
A supreme-tier talent. He had never seen one before. It might truly be a treasure!
Among the two Chelsea defenders beside him, one was Mount. His expression could only be described as terrified; his face had turned completely pale.
He was responsible for marking Cao Baming. Although he had no chance to make a tackle, he had witnessed the entire passing process of Cao Baming.
The process was almost ghostly, as he had not seen Cao Baming's shoe make actual contact with the ball.
It was as if, in that instant, an invisible force had dragged the ball and made it fly.
Only the two of them on the field had truly seen this. Everyone else seemed to have no reaction at all.
Could they have been mistaken? Oh no, they must have been mistaken. There was no other explanation.
They looked at each other, not saying a word, remaining in silent contemplation.
There was no other way to explain it. The only explanation was a hallucination. But what was the probability of two people hallucinating simultaneously?