Chapter 108 【Win or Die Trying】

The fifteen-minute halftime break passed quickly, and Ling Wei led the players back onto the field.

Before the kickoff, all the players from San Yuan Middle School, including Jin Zhengwei, noticed a strange scene on the field. They were astonished to see the members of Zifeng Middle School's soccer team with bloodshot eyes, panting heavily, and staring fixedly at them.

Especially Ling Wei, who was standing near the center circle—his expression was not only ferocious but he also radiated a faintly terrifying aura!

Over the past twenty-plus days, Ling Wei and Xu Qiang had been learning combat skills from Gu Feng every day. Additionally, Ling Wei sparred with Xu Qiang daily. As time went on, Ling Wei gradually adopted some of Xu Qiang's demeanor, like a man with nothing to lose.

Accompanied by a sharp whistle, the second half of the match began.

Seeing the opposing player pass the ball to Jin Zhengwei, Ling Wei charged recklessly toward him without hesitation.

As a shadow rushed toward him at high speed, Jin Zhengwei was startled and instinctively tried to pass the ball. However, before he could make the pass, Ling Wei launched a vicious sliding tackle, intercepting the ball at his feet.

Jin Zhengwei was sent flying. Clutching his ankle with one hand, he raised the other high and yelled, "Referee, that's a foul!"

But the referee paid no attention to him. Ling Wei's tackle was clean, even if it was a bit aggressive.

In the following moments, the players from San Yuan Middle School discovered a terrifying phenomenon: every time they got the ball, Zifeng Middle School's players would immediately rush in to intercept, their movements fierce and merciless!

Once, twice, three times...

Jin Zhengwei had lost count of how many times he had been flattened. He instinctively raised his hand, but the referee didn't even glance his way.

Jin Zhengwei got to his feet, bewildered, glancing at the red-eyed players from Zifeng Middle School with a puzzled look.

He noticed with growing alarm that his teammates were struggling every time they got the ball and were growing fearful of Zifeng Middle School's tackles.

Even he was no exception.

In Jin Zhengwei's eyes, Zifeng Middle School's players weren't here to play soccer—they were out for blood!

Yes, that's right—they were out for blood!

To block his shots, Zifeng Middle School's players even dared to use their faces to stop the fast-moving soccer ball. And when their noses bled from the impact, they didn't utter a sound. They simply stood up, wiped the blood with their sleeves, and continued playing.

For a while, a faint metallic tang of blood permeated the entire field.

The students from Zifeng Middle School were like battle-crazed warriors!

Seeing Zifeng Middle School's players regain their momentum, the crowd erupted in cheers. On the sidelines, Big Shark pounded the drum relentlessly.

The drumming thundered, and the cheers were unceasing!

From then on, San Yuan Middle School's momentum was completely suppressed. Some of their players even became afraid to take the ball, fearing Zifeng Middle School's aggressive tackles. A few players with weaker mental fortitude, terrified of physical contact with Zifeng Middle School's players, mistakenly passed the ball to their opponents multiple times.

The soccer field was a battlefield. On it, no matter how skilled you were, if you lost your fighting spirit, you lost the match.

After Zifeng Middle School regained their momentum, both their offense and defense improved significantly compared to the first half—it was as if they were an entirely different team.

With fluid attacks and fierce pressing, San Yuan Middle School's players retreated in the face of opponents who seemed ready to risk their lives. Although they were technically skilled and professionally trained, they were still just a group of kids. They weren't professional athletes with exceptional mental resilience, nor were they fearless desperadoes.

Against Zifeng Middle School's overwhelming momentum, San Yuan Middle School held out for only ten minutes before completely falling apart!

After receiving a clever pass from a midfielder, Ling Wei scored with a powerful drive, changing the score to 2–3.

At this point, the South Korean coach on the sidelines could no longer sit still. He realized that if the match continued like this, San Yuan Middle School would lose.

He rushed to the edge of the field, bellowing instructions, but San Yuan Middle School's players only looked at him blankly. One of them even muttered in frustration, "What are you yelling about? If you're so capable, why don't you come and play? They're literally trying to kill us out there!"

The rest of the match mirrored the first half, with one side dominating—only this time, the roles were reversed.

Zifeng Middle School transformed from a defensive team into an offensive one.

When the referee blew the final whistle, all the students from Zifeng Middle School erupted in celebration!

They never expected their school's team to stage a comeback in the second half!

The final score was 4–3!

In the second half, Zifeng Middle School scored three consecutive goals, while San Yuan Middle School not only failed to score but also had very few shooting opportunities.

Hearing the final whistle, Gu Feng smiled and walked toward the South Korean coaching bench.

Gu Feng wasn't a block of wood, nor was he a pushover. If someone dared to provoke him, he would definitely retaliate!

Having lost the match, the South Korean coach looked extremely displeased. Seeing Gu Feng approach, he seemed to realize what was coming and kept rolling his eyes, as if formulating a response.

"Coach Han, what a pity. I never expected your team to lose to a squad that doesn't even know how to play soccer," Gu Feng said with a faint smile as he reached the South Korean coach.

Hearing this, the South Korean coach's expression changed drastically. Trembling slightly, he explained, "It was an accident. You know, soccer is a round ball game—anything can happen."

"Indeed, it was an accident. Otherwise, how could a team that doesn't know how to play soccer win the match?" Gu Feng replied with a nonchalant smile.

The South Korean coach's face darkened again, and he finally blurted out, "You Chinese only win matches through biased refereeing!"

"You're the one with biased refereeing! Your whole family is biased! All Koreans are biased!" Ling Wei, who was nearby, overheard the South Korean coach's remark and immediately charged over.

"Wh-what did you say?" The South Korean coach turned red with anger, pointing at Ling Wei.

"Get your filthy hand off me!" Ling Wei slapped the coach's hand away and said coldly, "Even though Chinese soccer may not be great, South Korea isn't much better. Don't think you're a strong team just because you made it to the World Cup semifinals through biased refereeing. At the end of the day, you're still trash!"

Hearing Ling Wei's words, the South Korean coach tried to retort, but his mouth hung open for a long time without uttering a word.

Just then, Jin Zhengwei happened to walk over with a bottle of water. Seeing Ling Wei's arrogant demeanor and already seething with anger, Jin Zhengwei rushed up to Ling Wei and said coldly, "Shut your mouth!"

Ling Wei's expression changed, and he instinctively wanted to say something, but Gu Feng quickly gripped his shoulder firmly.

"Coach Han, your players must be tired. You should take them to freshen up and eat," Gu Feng said, wrapping an arm around Ling Wei's shoulders and leading him back to their own bench.

"Teacher Gu, why didn't you let me teach him a lesson?" Ling Wei grumbled.

Although Gu Feng also disliked the South Korean coach and Jin Zhengwei, he knew that starting a fight would only cause trouble for Xu Qin, especially since San Yuan Middle School was a special guest for the school anniversary event.

"Ling Wei, that kid will be participating in the martial arts competition tomorrow. You can teach him a proper lesson then. Causing trouble now would only lead to unnecessary complications." Gu Feng still remembered what he had overheard Jin Zhengwei and the South Korean black belt master say about Chinese martial arts declining.

Gu Feng's words made Ling Wei's eyes light up. "So Teacher Gu had this planned all along."

"Ling Wei, tomorrow's match—you must win, no excuses!" Gu Feng said seriously. "The Koreans claim Chinese martial arts are in decline. Tomorrow, you must use your actions to slap them in the face and show them that so-called Taekwondo is no match for real Kung Fu!"

"Teacher Gu, don't worry. Tomorrow, I'll make sure the Koreans understand what real Kung Fu is!"

After twenty days of Gu Feng's guidance, Ling Wei was confident in his skills. In his view, Taekwondo was nothing more than a performance art. Against the combat skills Gu Feng had taught him, it stood no chance.

"Ling Wei, go ahead first. I need to take a call." Just then, Gu Feng felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw it was a call from his Old Boss.

Had the people sent by his Old Boss arrived?

Gu Feng's heart stirred, and he answered the call immediately.

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