After using the Flying Bird skill, his speed was directly increased by 20%. Combined with his current speed and the considerable increase in attribute points, and with the opponent not having any outstanding speed, the difference became very apparent.
After receiving the ball, Cao Baiming was presented with three white lines, all indicating shooting paths, with significant numbers attached.
Although it was still some distance from the goal, exceeding the conventional long-range shot range, it was a position from which a direct lob shot was possible.
Recalling what his teammate had just said, Cao Baiming chose to pass.
In a moment, everything before his eyes seemed to become clear, with several passing routes immediately unfolding in Cao Baiming's mind. Finally, one route emerged with the highest chance of scoring, and he passed the ball without hesitation.
However, this pass traveled nearly 40 meters, reaching the opposite flank. The football soared over the field, tracing a diagonal line across the pitch!
Cao Baiming didn't even look at who was receiving the pass, making the decision purely based on the system's judgment. Only afterward did he see clearly.
The receiver was Wu Lei again!
With an early sprint and a wide-open space ahead, Wu Lei created an extremely threatening offensive opportunity.
No one had expected Cao Baiming's pass to go to that position.
The defenders appeared very flustered, always a step behind. By the time they tried to chase back and actively defend, it was clearly too late.
After successfully reaching the byline, he sent in a cross. The ball swept across the ground less than a meter from the goal line. Several teammates and opponents rushed forward simultaneously, trying to get to the ball.
Then, a surprising scene unfolded. The ball was successfully received by an opponent, but it resulted in an own goal!
The entire stadium erupted in astonishment at the goal!
An own goal!
The defender who scored the own goal looked dejected and walked away from the goal with great frustration.
The term "own goal" indeed sounded incredibly embarrassing. No one wanted to score such a goal in a match; wearing such a "hat" was simply too mortifying.
At this moment, the score of the match reached 5:0. Cao Baiming was overjoyed, awaiting the system's reward notification.
His teammates began to celebrate. Cao Baiming, smiling, walked towards them while also paying attention to the system's voice in his mind. However, after waiting for one, two, and then a full ten seconds, no sound came.
No way, no way, could the system have forgotten about this?
At this point, the players returned to the kickoff spot. The expressions of the head coaches on both sides presented a stark contrast: one wore a melancholic, expressionless face, while the other couldn't contain his smile.
With a kickoff, the game resumed, but the system's reward was still delayed.
Alright, Cao Baiming was perplexed, pondering. Soon, a possible answer came to him.
Perhaps the reward would only be issued after the match ended. The reason for this would be that there was still a possibility of unexpected events occurring in the remaining ten-odd minutes. As long as the net goal difference did not reach five by the final whistle, the system's task could still fail!
If that were the case, was it too early to be happy now?
Caution was certainly necessary, but it wasn't too early to be happy. Even with ten-odd minutes left, the opponent was simply no match.
On the field, the South Korean players' mentality had already been shattered. Even Son Heung-min, the pride of Asia, had only successfully entered the penalty area once in nearly 80 minutes of play.
Even that one instance did not result in a successful shot.
He had come with a certain confidence, but the other players had completely lost their composure and were now "slacking off" on the field.
Cao Baiming's lips curved into a slight smile. This was the consequence of looking down on the Tang Nation team.
In the final moments, both sides made their last substitutions. Although the score was already so lopsided, the opponent had not given up, replacing fatigued players and still reinforcing their offense.
The opposing team seemed to have thrown caution to the wind. In the last ten minutes, instead of strengthening their defense, they replaced a defensive midfielder with a forward. This tactic was truly admirable.
It wasn't the coach's ability that was admirable, but the coach's courage!
All of this, in Cao Baiming's eyes, was futile and had little impact on the game. He still had one last Flying Bird skill remaining.
The head coach on the sideline was yelling frantically to fall back! Defend!
However, the players on the field had broken free, and it seemed no one was truly listening, maintaining a high-intensity pressing state.
Cao Baiming, on the other hand, didn't even retreat to his own half, staying in the frontcourt.
In the final moments, the Spurs gained possession, desperately fighting to win the ball in their own half.
The opponent's passing was limited to short passes between a few defenders in their own backfield. As soon as they had any intention of attacking or pushing forward, problems inevitably arose. Every single time, without exception.
Unknowingly, the match entered its final three minutes. At that moment, a dark cloud drifted overhead, instantly obscuring the sunlight over the stadium, and the entire world momentarily dimmed.
A damp atmosphere began to permeate the air; it looked like it was about to rain.
Coincidentally, at this very moment, a sudden long-range shot from outside the Tang Nation team's penalty area broke the stalemate that had persisted for over ten minutes, extending the score to 6:0!
The head coach on the sideline exclaimed, "Good goal! Good goal!"
Cao Baiming also clapped his hands in approval, but this goal was not scored by him!
He hadn't expected Zhao Lin's long-range shot to have such a unique flair. From three to four meters outside the penalty area, the goal was a full 30 meters away.
The power and curve of the ball were perfectly judged, leaving the goalkeeper with no room to react, standing like an idiot.
Such a scene was typically only seen in Cao Baiming's shots, and often at that.
He spoke words of encouragement, but he was also inwardly delighted. He still had one last Flying Bird skill, but he had already reached a number that even he was quite satisfied with.
"That's enough, let's leave them some face!"
Cao Baiming said with a hint of disdain, continuing to observe the situation on the field.
"Leave them face? There are still three minutes left! Let's go for 10:0!"
Just then, a loud whistle blew, drawing everyone's attention.