The newly acquired top-tier talent, Divine Footballer, had also directly leveled up from one to max level and broken through.
At this moment, there was no longer any need to worry about lacking attribute points when needing to switch for shooting or other actions. The conversion was no longer disadvantageous, nor would converting defensive capabilities compromise offensive threat.
Compared to the single-level talent from before, the current talent's abilities had not just doubled, but far surpassed doubling.
Having upgraded to max level and broken through, the Divine Footballer talent's attribute enhancement was no longer limited to a mere 100 points. It had directly increased to a staggering 1000 points. When added to all current skill attribute points, this was more than enough.
Furthermore, if converting points within 100, it wouldn't even deduct from the attribute conversion. It would only deduct 50% of the value, meaning players could mix and match freely.
There was no longer any need to fear the awkward situation of having only 50 defensive attribute points due to overly tense conversions.
Cao Baiming's eyes flickered, as he saw a bright future ahead, all possibilities now open.
In the next match, when it was time to use this talent for attribute point conversion, he might not need to consider too much. He could even convert all attributes to a single one. This kind of risky move would not even be considered risky in the future.
Thinking of this, Cao Baiming suddenly realized he had never experienced the sensation of a single kick collapsing a goal in a formal match. Although it might sound strange, this had always been his aspiration. He hoped that one day his strength would be so immense that a casual kick from midfield could uproot the goalposts, a scene that would surely elicit gasps from the fans.
Or perhaps, the fans wouldn't gasp; they would be stunned, shocked, and terrified, as such a sight would far exceed their capacity to comprehend.
Cao Baiming was already accustomed to the fans' astonishment and cheers. He barely paid them any mind, as they had become worthless. With his current strength, an elegant dribble would already earn him widespread applause. What he truly desired was to see fear on the faces of everyone on the field.
He wanted to inspire fear, not just amazement. This could not be achieved by simply scoring goals and performing graceful dribbles. He needed to do something truly explosive.
If he wanted to uproot a goalpost, previously he could add up to 260 shooting attributes. Under such attributes, his power might still have been insufficient. But now, with the ability to convert a full 690 attribute points, reaching over 700 shooting attributes, was there anything left to doubt?
For a moment, Cao Baiming became excited, unable to wait for the next match. Even though this was just the final Champions League match of the season, and a period of vacation was upcoming.
After bidding farewell to his teammates and the coach, Cao Baiming walked off the field and directly found the car parked not far away. Although this was not the car he had arrived in, it had been safely placed in the designated spot.
Slowly, he took the key from his pocket. With a beep, the car's headlights flashed twice. Cao Baiming walked directly towards the car, and the doors automatically opened.
With a gentle hum, the car doors swung open like an eagle spreading its wings in flight.
As he sat in his car, for some reason, he was overcome by a sense of loneliness. But Cao Baiming knew this feeling was only temporary. It had only been a short while since the end of the match, and the sky had already completely darkened.
The system's final season settlement had provided a grand total of 16 reward gift packages. Coupled with the 20 guaranteed free-kick goals he had previously obtained, Cao Baiming had no intention of dealing with them at the moment. These good things wouldn't sprout wings and fly away, so there was no need to rush. When the time came, he would use them, and perhaps his luck would even improve.
Now, Cao Baiming sat alone in his car, contemplating everything that had happened, organizing his thoughts and ideas.
On this day, he once again drove to the familiar sea. Upon reaching the coast, he parked his car on the familiar stretch of sand. Gently rolling down the window, he turned to look at the vast ocean in the distance. Watching the waves crash onto the shore, his mood instantly calmed considerably.
This place was truly beautiful. All the hustle and bustle seemed to have been muted here. It was probably impossible to find a place in the entire world more suitable for contemplation than where he was now.
Thinking this, Cao Baiming's lips curved into a slight smile. He then reached out and pressed the pause button on the car's audio system, stopping the music. He listened quietly to the sound of the waves lapping against the shore, contemplating his future plans.
Undoubtedly, the achievements of this season had met, if not exceeded, expectations, especially considering the injury situation.
Perhaps the only regret was that the most important event of the season, leading the Tangguo team to win the World Cup, could not be achieved due to various reasons. However, looking at it now, with his current capabilities, if he were to participate in the competition again, everything would likely change.
The Tangguo players would no longer need any infusion of new blood. Even if they retained their old habits, he alone could carry the entire team to victory. This was not mere boasting.
The World Cup title was a significant regret, but then again, securing a runner-up position wasn't entirely bad news. After all, the last time the Tangguo team had reached the World Cup finals, they had only made it to the Round of 16 and were thoroughly outplayed in that match, subsequently losing their respect in the world of football.