"System! I want to claim the second limited-time mission now!" Cao Baiming's eyes flickered as he spoke, while still keeping an eye on the situation on the field, unaffected in the slightest.
"Generating mission for host..."
"Ding! New limited-time mission updated! Score four goals within ten minutes. Upon completion, you will receive a System Skill Upgrade Random Quality Gift Pack!"
Hearing the words "System Skill," Cao Baiming instantly understood that his choice was not wrong! The risk he took to choose this unknown mission reward was completely justified, as one of the missions directly granted a system skill upgrade gift pack! Not to mention the additional twenty guaranteed goals he now had! If his strength allowed, using all twenty goals in a single match for a spectacular performance would be an unparalleled thrill! Ideally, it would happen in the Champions League final, facing Manchester City or the dark horse AC Milan, scoring thirty goals in one game! Perhaps no one had ever witnessed such madness before! Let these ignorant humans open their eyes!
At that moment, the football happened to come towards Cao Baiming's feet. Without hesitation, he received the ball and immediately passed it through, opening up a clear view! Messi was in space ahead, and even he hadn't expected the ball to reach his feet! Seeing the open field ahead, Messi took a few symbolic steps before shooting with his left foot! The ball soared over the field and towards the goal! This time, the goalkeeper did not disappoint, making a standard, textbook-style dive to successfully save Messi's shot! Although the ball was fumbled, it was immediately recovered by the retreating center-back and brought under control. Cao Baiming looked at the situation ahead, almost disbelieving that Messi's shot had also been blocked? Was the goalkeeper in an unstable state, or had Messi himself held back? Messi's expression appeared somewhat embarrassed, but whether he had held back or not was something only Messi himself knew, and others could only speculate.
The next attack occurred forty-five seconds later, with Arsenal launching an offensive on the wing. This time, Cao Baiming was not creating opportunities; he was going to solve the problem himself. Four goals in ten minutes was no easy feat, and he couldn't afford to waste any more time! Unconsciously, five minutes had passed since the first goal of the match, leaving him only five minutes to score two more goals! What if the opponent stalled for time? What if unexpected situations arose? With these thoughts, Cao Baiming immediately became serious, observing his surroundings, analyzing the players' positions, expressions, and movements, and calculating his next plan.
Soon, Cao Baiming moved to an unobserved area. After careful consideration, he determined this was the spot where he was most likely to receive the ball and immediately get a shooting opportunity, with a high chance of success. The Night Walker trait activated, and none of the opposing players noticed Cao Baiming's positioning. They only sensed that someone on the field seemed to have suddenly disappeared. Cao Baiming raised his hands to signal his teammate for the ball. Thomas saw the situation and passed the ball directly, but he had no idea what Cao Baiming was about to do. Cao Baiming anticipated the trajectory of the pass, prepared himself, and executed a stunning volley that amazed everyone! At this very moment! He was on the left wing, near the sideline, the typical area for a winger. No one would have expected him to shoot from here, let alone a volley! Yet, with this shot, the ball once again successfully found the net! This was the third time. The goalkeeper made no attempt to save the goal, his body as stiff as a wooden post! It wasn't that he intentionally didn't react; he simply couldn't! A sense of despair welled up in his heart. For a moment, he even wished he could leave the field and never return.
Without the passionate roars of a live commentator, the intensity of the match was maintained at its peak by Cao Baiming's successive goals, with no signs of waning! Three goals! Only one more was needed to complete the mission! Cao Baiming's heart raced with excitement. He glanced at the time; there were still four full minutes left, more than enough! The opposing players were panicking. They couldn't comprehend how, in less than ten minutes of game time, with most of the time spent on restarts, goal celebrations, and setting up the ball, they had already conceded three goals! Why had this happened? They had expected a difficult match, and they knew Arsenal's overall strength was far superior, but no one had anticipated the situation becoming this dire. Their pride was shattered!
Soon, the ball returned to the vicinity of the center circle. For this restart, the opponent's fighting spirit had diminished somewhat. To everyone's eyes, the opponent seemed pitiable. They genuinely felt so, but couldn't bring themselves to say it directly. At this moment, with only three minutes left on the clock, Cao Baiming had already designed the route for his next goal. He envisioned scoring quickly and ending the opponent's suffering sooner. Because suffering stems from disappointment, if the opponent could be utterly despairing one minute earlier, they wouldn't have to continue suffering. This logic held true, a principle Cao Baiming had always firmly believed in, and his past experiences supported it.
Up to this point in the match, Arsenal held a ridiculously dominant advantage in possession statistics, with an overall possession of 7:3. At first glance, it might not seem significant, as many matches have more extreme disparities. However, upon closer reflection, the situation was more complex. In less than ten minutes from the start, Arsenal had scored three goals, ceding all the restart opportunities to the opponents. Perhaps their meager possession of just over thirty percent was accumulated during these restarts.
The clock reached the ninth minute, Cao Baiming's final opportunity. Suddenly, a noise erupted overhead as a jet plane slowly passed by. Accompanied by the loud drone, its sound reflected off the clouds, momentarily distracting the players on the field.