The question was what his teammates, as Cao Baming's teammates at this very moment, most wanted to know the answer to, and what they most looked forward to.
Seeing Cao Baming start to walk towards the football, the answer should be revealed soon.
However, Cao Faming's next decision surprised everyone.
Because at this moment, Cao Baming did not choose an excessive distance, but merely a normal 50 meters. He stood by the football, ready to begin.
At this point, Neymar, a teammate of Cao Faming's group, couldn't stand it.
"How is that possible? Even you are directly shooting from a distance of 50 meters, this is too..."
Neymar seemed a bit dissatisfied. He was actually looking forward to Cao Baming's performance, as among everyone present, he was the only one who had the hope of breaking the record he had just set.
At the same time, Neymar was also full of confidence. After all, even if Cao Baming tried his best with that record, the probability of him breaking it was not high.
What he truly wanted to see was that even if Cao Baming gave his all and tried his best, he could not successfully break the record he had just set. This would prove that he was the one who had the best control over his feel for the ball among everyone present.
Hearing Neymar say this, Cao Baming turned back and smiled.
"Since you say so, then let's take a step back."
With that, Cao Baming began to walk backward. It was not that he lacked confidence in his shooting technique; obviously, that was impossible.
The real reason, which might make everyone feel a bit ashamed, was that he was simply too lazy to walk backward at the moment. He had eaten quite a lot earlier while tasting delicacies from various countries, especially the dishes personally prepared by the invited chefs, and his stomach was a bit full.
Amidst the urging of the crowd, Cao Baming still chose to retreat. However, when he retreated to 60 meters, his steps did not stop, nor did he show any intention of slowing down.
Next was the distance that Ronaldinho had just attempted, which was 70 meters. However, at this point, Cao Baming still did not choose to stop. He only paused slightly before continuing to walk forward.
Could it be that he wanted to challenge a height that no one had ever reached, which was 80 meters? This was simply a superhuman challenge.
Everyone thought this in their hearts, their gazes closely following Cao Baming's moving figure.
When he reached the 80-meter mark, Cao Baming stopped and looked back. The goal frame stood quietly in the distance. At this moment, a gust of wind happened to blow across the field. Compared to the earlier stillness, with the wind, the difficulty of controlling such a precise target from such a long distance increased by another level.
Looking at the goal frame, Cao Baming roughly estimated his grasp of kicking the ball into the frame.
It seemed to be no problem, even a little too easy.
Next, Cao Baming did not begin his preparation. Instead, he kicked the ball further back, and he himself continued to walk backward. In fact, there was not much distance behind him.
The estimated distance was only about 90 meters. This was already the limit, as the goal frame was not placed at the other end of the field, but near the penalty spot, some distance from the goal line.
And at this moment, if Cao Baming stepped back further from his current position, he would only be five or six meters away from the tall wire mesh.
90 meters was the limit, but Cao Baming was not satisfied with this distance. Because he believed that the maximum distance he could achieve was definitely not just 90 meters, but at least over 100 meters.
The crowd watched, dumbfounded. No one had expected that what could truly stop Cao Baming was not Messi, not Neymar, and certainly not Ronaldo, but this tall wire mesh.
Under such circumstances, Cao Baming stopped and chose to take a shot directly from the 90-meter position.
Due to the slightly stronger wind, Cao Faming had to consider the wind speed when designing the entire trajectory of the football from his foot to the goal frame. This arc was perfectly rendered in his mind, as if it had already appeared before his eyes.
Then, he raised his left foot, took a small step forward, and with a powerful shot, kicked the ball!
At a distance of 80 meters, a normal person would likely not be able to kick the ball that far even with all their strength, and that too without a run-up.
What Cao Baming aimed to do was to hit the ball into a goal frame that was open upwards and only slightly over one square meter in size.
Everyone's eyes followed the ball as it moved forward, and as Cao Baming's teammates, their hearts were filled with anticipation at this moment.
After all, he was their teammate. If he could become famous in such a situation, defeating and surpassing everyone else, it would be a source of honor.
Without the familiar shooting lines on the pitch during a formal match, those friendly white and yellow lines, Cao Baming felt somewhat uncomfortable. However, since the ball had already been kicked, it should not deviate too much from his prediction.
As expected, after waiting for only two or three seconds, the football officially entered the goal frame!
"It's in, it's in, the ball is in! This is too strong!"
"Quickly tell me if you're using hacks. No, Cao Baming is a hack himself."
Even Neymar excitedly applauded. This could be considered the first person tonight to score from a distance of 80 meters.
However, Neymar still believed that Cao Baming could not break the record he had just set. After all, Ronaldinho had already managed to score the first goal from 70 meters, but the subsequent two shots were a bit off.
To consistently score three goals was not something that could be done with just words.
It not only required skill but also an element of luck!
At this moment, Cao Baming himself felt a surge of speechlessness. This was too easy!
With his current strength, this distance posed no challenge at all. It was too boring.
Cao Baming's eyes flickered. He looked at the goal frame in the distance again, then glanced back.