Although this match was only a friendly, by now they were no longer fighting for victory, but in fact for their pride, fighting to preserve the last shred of dignity they had left.
Seeing the opposing players in such a state, Cao Baming felt very satisfied, as it was almost exactly as he had anticipated. Now, all he needed to do was hit the goalposts as many times as possible.
However, more than his judgment of the game situation on the field, Cao Baming's experience and perception at this moment were focused on his sense of time. This upgrade to his system skills was truly a leap forward, and he felt completely transformed.
This feeling, like a god walking on clouds and looking down on everything below, was simply too exhilarating, an experience he had never had before.
Even if a person in front of him merely made a move, the series of chain reactions that one move could trigger would be directly presented before Cao Baming's eyes!
Not only could he see it, but he could see it directly and with perfect clarity.
Soon, another opportunity arose. Although Arteta was continuously urging Cao Baming to fall back and participate in the defense, Cao Baming, as usual, ignored the advice. He had no intention of listening to Arteta or putting it into practice on the field.
Was it just fear of conceding more goals? He could put that to rest, because his objective now was not to score, but simply to complete this task quickly.
Hitting the goalposts 10 times in a single match was several times more difficult than scoring 10 goals!
From now on, every opportunity might be aimed at the goalposts, not at scoring goals. Those things could be left to his teammates. If they were willing to go easy, wouldn't that just suit Arteta and those business magnates perfectly?
Within a few minutes, the football, as if it had eyes, once again came to Cao Baming's feet. It was as if he wasn't actively seeking the ball on the field, but rather the ball had always been seeking him.
This was not luck, nor was it some kind of mystical phenomenon. It was simply the trust placed in him, and Cao Baming's unparalleled understanding of the overall game and his footballing instincts.
It was not surprising that others didn't understand. After all, those who could reach the same level as him were few and far between in the entire world; these were just ordinary people.
This time, facing a double-team from three defensive players, Cao Baming abandoned the flashy showboating moves. Even if he performed one, there weren't many spectators on the field, so there was no need to deliberately crush the opponent's confidence.
Looking at the expressions on their faces, Cao Baming even felt a flicker of pity. They looked on the verge of tears. Some of the younger ones were only just 18 years old, younger than him, having only recently fulfilled their dreams and joined their coveted professional football team, even achieving a good ranking in the league. To suffer such a beating so soon after was truly pitiable and deserved sympathy.
Therefore, as these three players converged on him, Cao Baming gave up on many of the flashy, highly entertaining, and even more insulting dribbling moves that the system had predicted. Instead, he chose to simply charge forward in a straight line, relying solely on his speed and physique!
These players clearly couldn't stop him. The same thing had happened too many times before, and this time they knew better.
Even though they knew they couldn't stop him, they still chose to make an attempt.
In their desperation, they wanted to commit fouls, but found that fouls were also useless against a beast-level player like Cao Baming.
The next second, Cao Baming once again charged towards the penalty area, within 30 meters of the goal.
The business magnates in the stands and Arteta, who had already received their kind reminders, were now utterly helpless.
Cao Baming's frequency of penetrating the penalty area was simply too high, too high. It was almost unimaginable how one person could maintain such a dense level of performance. Did he truly never get tired?
Although the goalkeeper had failed countless times, he still had no intention of giving up. Even if he could save one shot, he would become a superstar for the team.
Most importantly, he believed he had one advantage: he wasn't afraid of death. This spirit might not be impressive on a football field, but when facing Cao Baming, it became a crucial advantage.
If it were the goalkeeper from Yiban, facing a shot from this distance by Cao Baming, he wouldn't even dare to jump, and would try his best to avoid the ball.
The goalkeeper in front of him, however, had the utmost courage. He tried his hardest to save the shot, even willing to risk a concussion from being hit by the ball. Yet, he simply couldn't reach it.
It was as if the football itself had a consciousness and actively dodged his body.
With a "bang!" all eyes were drawn to the scene.
Cao Baming's shot had once again hit the goalpost! It was in almost the exact same spot as the previous one!
If the previous shot had raised doubts, this one made many of Cao Baming's teammates feel almost certain that he was intentionally holding back.
From such a distance, in such a good position, with the defending defenders already bypassed and no one blocking or interfering, his shot still didn't go in.
And it wasn't just once; two consecutive misses meant there was a big problem.
As Cao Baming's teammates, they naturally understood him very well. Ever since they had known him, they had never seen such a situation!
To make it look more believable, a trace of embarrassment flickered across Cao Baming's face, a look his teammates had never seen before.
What? This guy could actually feel embarrassed? Now it was truly confirmed; it was pure performance, a complete act. This guy had actually gone soft!
In their impression, Cao Baming was exceptionally cold-blooded and ruthless, incapable of feeling soft or ever showing any mercy towards anything.