The players from the Sports Institute were completely dumbfounded, their Vital Essence Spirit almost got beat out of them! Was their opponent some sort of freak?
"Master Qin, do you really have to use such badass skills to slap our Sports Institute in the face?" Wang Honglei said with a wry smile.
"Yeah, Master Qin, why do you have to use such badass skills? What if it doesn't go in?" Zhao Gang also looked utterly confused.
"Cough cough... I'm just afraid of committing a foul," Qin Yu whispered to Zhao Gang, then he unabashedly said, "What? Is this skill badass? I think it's quite easy."
The game continued, and the ball was back in the hands of the Sports Institute.
Seeing his team like a bunch of defeated roosters, Wang Honglei said in a deep voice, "Folks, Master Qin's high-difficulty moves can't succeed every time! We're still ahead! Snap out of it!"
