The center circle kicked off again, this time Li Minghao got the ball and instead of breaking through directly, he passed it to another player, then ran towards Capital City's penalty area.

As he ran past Lin Chen, he taunted, "Idiot, soccer is a team sport. Thinking you can defeat us all by yourself is nothing but daydreaming."

It had to be said that Seoul's coordination was quite skilled, tearing through Capital City's defense with just a few passes.

In the end, Capital City sent a long pass back to the feet of Li Minghao.

After a few beautiful dribbles to shake off several Capital City defenders, Li Minghao made a precise long pass into the penalty box.

Xu Zaiyun, who had already moved up from the backfield, leaped high, ready to head the ball towards the goal.

"See? This is how you play football." A cold smirk crossed Li Minghao's lips.

But his smile quickly froze because just as Xu Zaiyun was about to connect with the ball, a figure soared above.

Although Lin Chen jumped later than Xu Zaiyun, his explosive power was far greater.

Just as Xu Zaiyun was about to head the ball, he found an additional slender figure beside him.

Despite the figure's slenderness, Xu Zaiyun was knocked off balance by what seemed a weak frame, falling to the ground, while Lin Chen headed the ball clear out of the penalty area.

Damn, that was like a mini-tank!

The forward received the ball and passed it back to Lin Chen.

Li Minghao inwardly cursed his bad luck and quickly retreated to his own half.

Lin Chen dribbled rapidly down the field, soon leaving Seoul's defenders several meters behind.

Li Minghao, furious, didn't even attempt a tackle this time but went straight for Lin Chen's legs with a slide.

However, Lin Chen deftly flicked the ball up while simultaneously jumping up and unleashed a volley from forty meters out.

"Whoosh!"

The ball hit the net again, making the score 11 to 3.

The spectators in the stands once again erupted in frenzy, shouting wildly in support of Lin Chen, his name echoing throughout the stadium.

The agent turned ashen-faced, realizing that Li Jinminghao's trip to Barcelona was all but doomed, while the scout watching the game had eyes shining brightly at Lin Chen on the field.

Genius, this is absolutely a soccer genius; if this kid is brought back to Barcelona, he will surely become a new star in the football world, as celebrated as Messi.

At this moment, Li Minghao's eyes blazed with anger. This stage was supposed to be his, but all the limelight had been stolen by Lin Chen.

After Li Minghao received the ball, just as he was about to bypass Lin Chen, a shadow flashed by and the ball was gone again.

What followed was another brilliant display by Lin Chen, dribbling down the field, but this time he chose not to go it alone, combining with his teammates instead.

The Seoul players were completely infuriated and resorted to a malicious foul, taking down a Capital City player.

The foul was too blatant, obviously targeting the legs of the Capital City player.

The worst part was that despite committing a foul, the offender was spewing profanities, causing players from both teams to engage in a heated argument.

Finally, the referee pulled out two yellow cards to quell the situation on the field.

This time it was a foul by Seoul, and Lin Chen got a free kick.

Standing in front of the ball, Lin Chen stared coldly at the player who had just fouled.

This guy was despicable, not only for kicking but also for insulting Chinese players as pigs. Lin Chen decided to give him a good lesson.

Lin Chen took a few steps back to gain momentum, then unleashed a powerful shot.

The soccer ball shot towards the player from the Stick Country like a cannonball.

Before the player could react, he was hit directly in the jaw, flipping over backward onto the ground.

What left everyone gaping was that after knocking over the Stick Country player, the soccer ball ricocheted straight into the net.

Although the Stick Country players protested, Lin Chen's shot was not a foul.

The player was kicked quite pitifully, suffering a broken jaw, and had to be stretchered off the field.

11:4, Jin Mingzhu's expression darkened as she watched the score on the field; the Capital City team had recouped four goals in just ten minutes.

The match continued, and Li Minghao was almost using every skill he had against Lin Chen.

When it came to speed, utterly defeated.

Tries a feint, the ball is stolen directly.

Physicality, nearly totally overpowered.

Lin Chen was practically Li Minghao's shadow, like an insurmountable mountain, always unbeatable.

The score quickly became 11 to 10, just one point and the Capital City team would catch up.

This time, the ball was passed to Li Minghao again, but he didn't dare to attempt breaching Lin Chen; instead, he planned to cross the ball to a teammate.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, a figure charged over like lightning, and in a blur, Lin Chen had snatched the ball away.

Dammit!

Li Minghao almost wanted to cry; all the years he played soccer, not even playing against the world champion Brazil team had he ever felt such frustration.

Xu Zaiyun, watching Lin Chen rushing over, also felt disheartened; having clashed with Lin Chen seven or eight times, he'd been completely defeated, now he had no confidence left.

However, this time Lin Chen did not dribble past him directly but passed the ball to a forward who had run up from the side.

No obstacles ahead, only the goalkeeper to beat, the forward, nervous under the cheers of the audience, ended up having his shot blocked by the goalkeeper—Capital City won a corner.

A Capital City player stood at the corner spot and made a run-up to kick the ball.

As the ball flew towards the penalty area, everyone shook their heads; it was too high.

Just when everyone was waiting for the ball to fly out of play, suddenly a figure leapt, charging the ball into the net with a header in midair.

"Swoosh!"

The ball went straight into the net, and the score was rewritten once again: 11 to 11.

After landing, Lin Chen pointed to the sky with both hands, as if a god had descended to earth, looking down upon all.

This stunning bicycle kick once again plunged the entire stadium into frenzy, with Chinese fans shouting insanely; the chant of Lin Chen's name echoed uniformly throughout, and even many of the Stick Country's international students were conquered by Lin Chen's dominance, switching sides to become his fervent fans.

Li Minghao and Xu Zaiyun looked at each other, both showing a wry smile.

They had thought that in a country often tormented by Stick Country, they would be unbeatable, and their national team had not capsized before them, yet today they were being thrashed by a Chinese school team—or more precisely, by Lin Chen.

This guy wasn't human; his soccer talent was absolutely monstrous.

"We need to change our strategy, Zaiyun, you take four players and mark Lin Chen tightly, I will focus on the offense, as long as we lock down Lin Chen, we will still be the ultimate winners," Li Minghao said with a cold voice.

Glancing at the scoreboard on the big screen, Li Minghao's expression grew colder; the purpose of joining this low-level match was to showcase his mighty skill in front of the Barcelona scouts, but Lin Chen's unexpected emergence had completely disrupted his plans. With today's performance, a move to Barca was definitely off the table.

Nevertheless, even if he couldn't go to Barca, losing this match was not an option; it was not only about his own future but also the honor of the Stick Country. The fear that Chinese soccer had of the Stick Country could not end at his feet.