An incredibly bold idea bloomed in his heart!
There were many ways to increase the difficulty. The goalposts could be moved further away, or new challenges could be added in the middle, but they were all troublesome.
Most importantly, there was one solution that was feasible and did not lack difficulty.
There was no need to do so many things. If he wanted to increase the distance beyond ninety meters, there was a way, but it required passing through that high wall and going outside the field.
The good news was that the gate was right beside them, not far away.
Cao Baiming's gaze swept over the street outside the gate, the scattered tables and chairs on the street, and the friends still laughing.
He then immediately walked forward.
Everyone cast curious glances. What was Cao Baiming going to do?
He left the field just like that, but he was still carrying a soccer ball!
At this moment, some people had already understood. When they first designed this recreational competition, they hadn't expected the distance to be insufficient, and it was clear that a distance of over ninety meters was no longer enough for Cao Baiming.
Neymar looked at his retreating figure, his mouth unconsciously widening.
He walked directly past the stadium fence and into the middle of the street. Only then did Cao Baiming slowly stop. At this moment, he was at least a hundred and twenty meters away from the distant goalposts.
With this distance, they should be satisfied.
Cao Baiming took a deep breath, feeling a surge of heat gathering within his body.
Crossing this tall fence in front of him was no easy feat, let alone it being only twenty meters away. The ball had to be kicked extremely high, and it also needed to travel exceptionally far!
Everyone still on the field was stunned. They couldn't fathom what Cao Baiming intended to do.
"What is that guy doing?"
"Could it be... he's gone mad? Or had too much to drink?"
The words came from Hazard, who was the most incoherent.
Soon, before they could ponder further, they heard a loud thud from a distance, and then they saw what looked like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
"Is that the ball?"
"That can't be a soccer ball, can it!?"
This was no longer about height, the ball was truly flying in the sky, at an altitude that felt like the heavens!
Before the first ball had even landed, a second thud echoed. People saw Cao Baiming in the distance, and the ball had come from his golden foot.
It was like a rocket launcher; how much power did this require!
Superstars like Messi, Ronaldo, and Beckham were also speechless with astonishment.
Is this even human? Who would believe it?
The ball flew over their heads and continued forward. After reaching its peak, it began to descend slowly.
Cao Baiming looked into the distance. Not only could he barely see the soccer ball, but the goalposts were also practically invisible. The goalposts themselves had shrunk to a tiny dot, and now there was also this tall wire fence in between.
These two shots were purely based on feel, but Cao Baiming's feel had never failed him, not once.
In an instant, even the people sitting on the street turned their heads. No one could help but be drawn to the scene.
They were watching a soccer ball soar into the sky and disappear. It was hard to imagine this was done by a mere human.
A few seconds later, with two sounds from afar, two balls landed consecutively, both falling into the goalposts and knocking out the other balls inside!
"Holy..."
At this moment, words failed them.
Everyone stared blankly into the distance, speechless.
It was then that Cao Baiming slowly walked back.
Faintly, everyone seemed to see smoke rising from Cao Baiming's soccer shoes, as if they were the barrels of cannons after firing.
Neymar was also convinced of his defeat. This hadn't just broken his record; it had shattered it by more than double!
It seemed that Cao Baiming's skill was on another level entirely. Today, not only his teammates but everyone present had finally witnessed this firsthand.
Though they were unwilling to admit it, none of them had any chance of taking that last shot. They wouldn't even have hope by pure luck, and even kicking the ball over the high fence would be a challenge.
After all, the fence was built to prevent soccer balls from going out of bounds, so its height was certainly sufficient.
Purely relying on power, the muscles of Cao Baiming's legs must have been incredibly developed to achieve such a feat!
As Cao Baiming made his霸气 exit, it was time for the next unfortunate soul.
They thought it was all over, as Cao Baiming's three shots seemed like a grand finale. Who would have the nerve to embarrass themselves next?
Only three people remained: Klein, Mahrez, and Beckham.
Knowing that everyone was anticipating Beckham's final performance, the two of them wisely didn't waste much time, taking their three shots casually from their current positions.
Regardless of the outcome, it was no longer important in the current situation.
With Cao Baiming's performance, anything they did, no matter how well, would seem insignificant in comparison.
Soon, Mahrez also finished, and he passed the ball to Beckham.
Beckham smiled faintly.
He no longer cared about records or what others thought.
Let the young ones compete for championships.
Beckham felt no pressure. In fact, he was not surprised at all by Cao Baiming's overwhelming performance.
He had long recognized that this person possessed immense potential, and his past beliefs were now being proven.
Beckham slowly stepped forward, his gaze resolute.
People seemed to see the dashing figure on the field from his free-kick days.
He was the last one, and the event would conclude with his turn.
Everyone eagerly awaited to see Beckham's current prowess, as he held many secrets. Having been absent for so long, people felt he was like a mystery.
But looking at his well-maintained physique and the aura he exuded with every move, they already had an answer: he wouldn't be far off.
This was Beckham, after all; the "Beckham curve" was named after him!