Chapter 621: Surgery or Body Modification, How Is He So Formidable?

"Based on my understanding, this young man named Zhao Dali could at most just drift through domestic leagues," Zhao Yuanzhang said, "I never expected him to be this formidable."

Zhao Tianjiao heard his father say "never expected" once again, and his face flushed bright red.

Is this praising the Patient?

No, this is praising the operator.

Only when the operator has the skill to bring the dying back to life can they save the career of a young athlete.

Zhao Tianjiao knew that although the surgery bore Deng Chaohong's name, it was actually performed by Ji Xiang.

Is it really that miraculous?

On the screen, Zhao Dali, who was warming up on the pitch, instantly found his form.

After the kickoff at the center circle, Zhao Dali was as agile as a cheetah in snatching the ball; one could tell he was very proactive and eager to perform.

If one were watching a match, this action would only prove his proactiveness, yet it would leave people worried about his stamina being exhausted.

But this is a highlight reel.

The next second, Zhao Dali suddenly accelerated again on top of his already astonishing speed; like a bolt of lightning, he cleanly snatched the ball from the feet of an opponent who was passing it in the backfield, and relying on his speed advantage, he charged into the opponent's backfield all by himself.

Zhao Dali did not choose to fake out the goalkeeper, but instead delivered a powerful, heavy shot, sending the football into the goal.

"Zhang Zhidao, this speed... is it too fast?" the Guangtou Zhuchiren asked in surprise.

He was a layman, but he could tell that Zhao Dali's speed was a significant cut above everyone else on the field.

"Yes, according to calculations, Zhao Dali's 100-meter speed is already approaching 11 seconds," Zhang Zhidao said, then he paused and continued in a deep voice, "And that is his speed while dribbling."

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Whether it was the Guangtou Zhuchiren or the guests, all were left dumbfounded.

10 seconds—a figure that even professional sprinters found difficult to reach many years ago.

Zhang Zhidao looked at the Guangtou Zhuchiren, seemingly satisfied with his expression, and said unhurriedly, "Perhaps you don't have much of a grasp on this number; let's take a look at the world speed rankings for football players."

"Ranked first is Ailton, with a peak speed of 10.18 seconds, playing for Schalke 04."

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"Ranked third is Ronaldo, with a 100-meter speed of 10.4 seconds."

"Uh..."

"So fast!"

The guests exclaimed one after another.

"Although Zhao Dali's physical test data is average, around 11 seconds, the impact when dribbling is minimal; he can almost display his full sprinting speed."

"Judging solely by dribbling speed, I even think Zhao Dali is a top-three player in the world."

"!!!"

"!!!"

Countless exclamation marks rose up.

Top three in the world? No one dared to believe it.

Since when did domestic athletes have such a badass existence?

"You all saw the goal just now; Zhao Dali's performance was very simple: relying on speed to overpower the opposing defender, then a powerful, heavy shot. The force and speed were so great that even the goalkeeper didn't have time to react."

"His movements look simple, but the simpler they are, the closer they are to the essence. It is hard to imagine that Zhao Dali just underwent knee surgery, and the surgery not only failed to have a negative impact on his athletic ability, but instead... it was like he underwent body modification, enhancing Zhao Dali's sprinting ability."

"Zhang Zhidao, Zhang Zhidao, you must be joking," the Guangtou Zhuchiren hurriedly interrupted Zhang Zhidao.

"Not joking," Zhang Zhidao said quite seriously, "Before the surgery, Zhao Dali's 100-meter speed was 11.43 seconds; after the surgery, it became 11.12 seconds. Do you know what the coaching staff of the sprint team said?"

"They wouldn't want to send all their athletes over for surgery, would they?" the Guangtou Zhuchiren said, unable to laugh or cry.

"Yes," Zhang Zhidao smiled, the wrinkles on his face blooming.

"This..."

"That sentence was just a joke; it's likely due to Zhao Dali himself and has no universality," Zhang Zhidao said, "That's not even the most surprising part. Zhao Dali's shooting power is full; look at the young man's thighs, they must be 75cm, full of primitive, wild beauty."

"Roberto Carlos's thigh diameter is 81cm, full of muscle, with a maximum shot speed of 150km/h. Zhao Dali's shot speed and power are not inferior to that."

Zhang Zhidao only said "not inferior to that," which was a modest way of putting it.

The highlight reel continued, and later there was a label for the football's speed on a shot; the number 150 was surpassed by Zhao Dali.

Those footballs, like cannonballs, seemed as if they would pierce through anyone who dared to stand in front of them.

"Truly an uncut jade," Zhang Zhidao didn't know how many times he had watched the highlight reel, but he still couldn't get enough, he muttered, his tone full of admiration.

"Zhang Zhidao, are you sure Zhao Dali just finished surgery not long ago?"

"Yes, I am sure." As Zhang Zhidao was speaking, on the screen, Zhao Dali completed another front-court steal and then took a shot in front of the penalty area.

Even in front of the screen, the guests and the Guangtou Zhuchiren could hear the whistling sound of the football.

Unfortunately, the angle of this shot was too straight, showing the crudeness in Zhao Dali's technique. If it were a top-tier athlete, they could have easily scored with a curved ball.

The football was blocked by the goalkeeper's body; he wanted to catch the ball, but because the speed was too fast, the goalkeeper's reaction was a bit late, and he didn't catch it, but instead it hit his body and flew off.

The football flew off at an angle, and Zhao Dali stopped the ball before the defensive players could arrive.

It looked like another shot was coming, but strangely, Zhao Dali stepped on the ball and didn't move. He observed for a moment, ignored the football, and ran directly toward the goalkeeper.

"Uh... Zhang Zhidao, what is going on here?" the Guangtou Zhuchiren asked in confusion.

Zhang Zhidao didn't speak; on the screen, Zhao Dali seemed to be communicating with the goalkeeper, then made a gesture, and soon medical personnel ran in carrying a stretcher.

"..." The Guangtou Zhuchiren was stunned.

"Because the football's speed was too fast and the force too great, the goalkeeper's ribs are likely injured," Zhang Zhidao was knowledgeable and experienced; although it was hard to believe, he still stated the only possibility.

"Holy crap!"

"Damn!"

"A fracture? Did he really get a fracture just from catching a ball?"

The guests on site and Guangtou Zhuchiren expressed their astonishment with short sentences one after another.

"Zhao Dali displayed extremely high Spirit of sportsmanship; he didn't take advantage of the situation but instead went to check on his opponent's injury. I truly admire him," said Zhang Zhidao.

Watching the highlights on the football field, Zhao Yuanzhang and Zhao Tianjiao were stunned.

They, especially Zhao Yuanzhang, could imagine that the down-and-out football youth could recover as before, but they never would have imagined that this youth could actually obtain an improvement in such a short time—a massive improvement.

Just as Zhang Zhidao said, it was as if Zhao Dali had undergone human modification; his physical functions had not decreased after the injury but had instead improved.

One must know how difficult it is to make further progress when one has already reached the peak.

Does Ji Xiang have such great ability?!

(End of this chapter)