Chapter 286: Majestic Presence (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Wu Feng naturally did not know about the conversation between Huo Daheng and his friend.

As for the spectators present, they only felt that the team Wu Feng was on had a fierce offensive, which was quite exciting.

If there were any fans from later generations here, they would have quickly seen the clues.

Wu Feng and his team were actually playing a "false nine" tactic!

This thing, even when it reached the 2000s, belonged to a relatively advanced technique and tactic.

Using it at this time, although it belonged to the "beggar version of the beggar version," the effect was still quite obvious.

It was already quite good that Wu Feng could have smooth opportunities to strike the ball.

The two forwards placed in front, one tall and one fast, were nothing more than a smokescreen.

In fact, the tall and strong center forward did not even enter the penalty area to fight, specifically serving as a pivot to provide shells for Wu Feng behind him; he was a typical "gun mount."

As for the other forward, who was known for speed, he only served to distract and pull the defense.

It was not that Wu Feng was too overbearing, but if these two had stronger abilities, he would not have had to use such a tactic.

It could be seen from their usual training that once they entered the penalty area, they simply could not play any role.

It was better to pull them out and bring their physical advantages into full play.

During the special training, the tall and strong center forward specifically trained in headers; as for footwork, it was already considered qualified if he could smoothly receive the ball and pass it out during non-intense confrontations.

As for the higher technical requirements of shielding the ball and the ability to turn and shake off defenders, there was absolutely no hope.

If he really had such skills, going to Europe to make a living would not be a problem!

The subsequent match was almost a one-man show for Wu Feng.

The "beggar-of-beggars version" of the false nine tactic he came up with still achieved good results.

Under the circumstances where players on both sides made various mistakes and accidents occurred frequently, he was still able to pass the ball to the vicinity of the opponent's penalty area and then successfully deliver high balls.

I don't know if he had a sudden realization, or if the tall and strong center forward's height advantage was truly significant, but he was actually able to frequently pass the ball to Wu Feng via headers.

Wu Feng was not polite either; whenever he found an opportunity, he would unleash a powerful shot!

The first three shots all went flying into the stands.

He had already realized that striking the ball during an intense match was completely different from striking it during regular training; the mindset alone was different.

Even if the opponent was a "fish belly" team, they would not give him many opportunities to adjust.

In other words, it was best for him to control the power and angle of his strike at the very first moment.

At the same time, he also had to take into account the contact point of the football; in short, the requirements for foot control were not low.

Otherwise, even if he had plenty of power in his strike, if he couldn't keep the ball down, it would just be "anti-aircraft artillery."

Clearly, playing football was not as simple as it looked, and wanting to play it well was even less easy.

Yet Wu Feng was full of confidence in himself; despite firing three "anti-aircraft" shots in a row and encountering quite a few boos from the audience, he was not affected in the slightest.

Instead, he was in high spirits at this moment, feeling that he had quickly touched upon the knack for controlling foot power and angle changes.

After all, the foundation of having achieved Great Accomplishment in Military Hard Qigong was not just talk.

The intense match allowed him to quickly enter the zone, and there were very obvious signs of improvement in his foot power and technique.

On the other hand, the Eight Trigrams Steps he had only recently started practicing also saw rapid progress during the intense match.

Wu Feng himself did not expect that the Eight Trigrams Steps could have such wonderful uses in a football match.

At the beginning, when facing the charges and collisions of opposing players, he subconsciously relied on his tough physique to meet them head-on.

The physical growth brought about by achieving Great Accomplishment in Military Hard Qigong was not just talk.

It wasn't as exaggerated as "getting injured upon touch or falling upon contact," but he did occupy a huge advantage during collisions.

During the match, it was very difficult for opposing players to knock him off balance or even make his body unstable.

However, the intense physical collisions still interfered too severely with his receiving or shooting.

After all, his formal training time was too short; he simply couldn't withstand the interference while accurately receiving the ball or performing a precise shot.

Then he could only find ways to reduce physical contact or the intensity of the interference caused by collisions.

At this time, he put the Eight Trigrams Steps to use.

Once he applied the Eight Trigrams Steps, his body immediately became slippery.

It wasn't as exaggerated as being "slippery as a loach," as he hadn't been practicing the Eight Trigrams Swimming Body Palms for long and could only be considered as having just entered the door.

If he had reached the level of being well-versed or even reaching perfection upon starting, he would be a so-called martial arts grandmaster-level existence, which was clearly impossible.

But the intense match rhythm and constant physical collisions made his Eight Trigrams Steps improve rapidly.

After more than ten minutes into the match, he was already able to touch and leave immediately when colliding with opposing players.

Even his figure and movement trajectory began to become somewhat elusive.

Coupled with his constant running, he could easily find openings.

Just like that, the fourth time he received a header pass from the center forward, he still didn't make too many adjustments; after lightly tapping the ball to a position in front of him with his forehead, he unleashed a powerful shot without a second word.

At the moment his shoe made contact with the football, he subconsciously adjusted the angle and power.

After the football flew out like a shell from a chamber, he felt in his heart that this shot was good.

Sure enough, it did not exceed expectations; the football drew a straight line in mid-air and then fiercely slammed into the opponent's goalkeeper's chest, directly knocking the guy to his knees.

As for the football, it bounced directly out of the sideline!

This scene made the spectators present collectively gasp, as if they felt the pain themselves.

Wu Feng made an apologetic expression and did not go up to check on the specific condition of the opposing goalkeeper.

He knew his own foot strength, and combined with the elasticity of the football, it would at most leave the opponent with chest tightness for a while; there wouldn't be any major problems.

Of course, if the football had hit the opponent's forehead just now, the situation would be hard to say.

This was also the main reason why, when watching football matches, the opposing players forming the wall were all wearing bitter faces when those "heavy artillery" players prepared to take free kicks.

If one got hit in the body, the feeling was definitely not pleasant.

If it were a dull blow to a vital spot, that would truly be somewhat dangerous.

Had you not noticed? The surrounding opposing players, the way they looked at him had changed, carrying a hint of fear?

Soon, the match restarted, and Wu Feng continued to run actively.

Across almost the entire pitch, his running figure could be seen everywhere.

When his side was attacking, he would follow closely around the teammate with the ball to provide support, incidentally doing some blocking work.

When the opponent was attacking, he would coordinate with nearby teammates to seal off and double-team the player with the ball.

From his own penalty area to the opponent's penalty area, his figure could be seen sprinting incessantly across that vast expanse.

Driven by him, his teammates were likewise all running as if flying, extremely active.

If not for the occasional errors due to taking too heavy a touch, or unstable ball control, or various technical maneuvers being out of place leading to unforced errors, the match would have been even more spectacular and enjoyable.

But with Wu Feng's wide-ranging movement and coordination, the teammates' targeted zone defense was still executed quite well.

If there were football professionals from Europe present, they could easily discern certain clues.

Wu Feng's teammates, especially those in the midfield and backfield, seemed to have determined that a certain area was their own territory.

Whenever the football circulated in this area, they would all actively participate in defense.

But once the football left this area, they would honestly stop their steps to rest while observing the situation on the pitch, never once leaving too large a gap.

Whenever a hot-headed teammate crossed the boundary, they would be met with Wu Feng's angry roar.

The sound of Wu Feng's roar even drowned out the clamor and massive waves of sound from the spectators, causing the hot-headed teammate to quickly calm down.

Wu Feng kept running and roaring, on one hand reminding his teammates not to make mistakes, and on the other, constantly connecting teammates in various areas to make them form a single entity.

The special training time was too short, and plus Wu Feng was also a novice, so it was impossible to create the famous chain defense; thus, he could only come up with a rigid version of zone defense tactics.

Wu Feng, as this free man and the core player on the pitch, appeared especially crucial.

Under his leadership, whether attacking or defending, the teammates began to gradually enter their rhythm.

With Wu Feng's strength and his rapidly improving ball control, whenever he caught an opportunity, he would unleash a powerful shot, and basically, he could hit the target area.

Such shooting accuracy is quite terrifying on a football pitch.

When the first half was more than halfway through, he finally used a powerful long-range shot from forty meters out to blast open the opponent's goal.

In that instant, the entire stadium erupted in earth-shattering cheers!

The subsequent match became even more relaxed and simple.

The team Wu Feng was on, during both attack and defense, kept accelerating the tempo under his coordination, causing the opposing players to often be caught off guard and lose the ball.

Not only that, the opposing players had to follow along and accelerate the tempo, otherwise, they simply couldn't keep up.

When the match first started, everyone's physical fitness was abundant, so this method of constantly increasing the match tempo at most just made the opposing players feel unaccustomed.

But by the second half of the match, the opposing players' physical fitness was rapidly depleted and they were gradually unable to keep up.

Even the normal match tempo was a huge torture for them.

At this time, the methods Wu Feng used during special training to constantly improve his teammates' physical reserves played a huge role.

Although the teammates' physical fitness was not exactly abundant either, it was stronger than the opponents' regardless.

At the very least, they could still maintain a normal level of play at this time!

As a result, the team Wu Feng was on gradually gained an advantage, and the advantage grew larger and larger.

In the last five or six minutes of the first half, Wu Feng had three opportunities to take a shot.

Back when the match first started, even if he had used the savage physique forged by Military Hard Qigong, he would not have been able to achieve such a performance.

Then, the team took a huge three-to-zero lead in the first half.

In the second half, the opponents' physical fitness recovered slightly, and they could still play decently at the beginning.

But once Wu Feng directed his teammates to occasionally turn on the acceleration mode, the opposing players' bodies finally couldn't hold up.

After the match reached seventy-five minutes, the opposing players could basically only play the match by walking, as their physical exhaustion was too great and their bodies couldn't hold up.

It was just that Wu Feng had no intention of finishing them off completely; the final score was fixed at six-to-zero, attracting the attention and importance of many people.

"Who is this guy, being so awesome? He actually scored five goals, impressive!"

(End of this chapter)