"Ah!"
Lu Yang shouted excitedly!
He was simply too thrilled!
It's here!
Your damn Ironman has finally arrived!
If it didn't come soon, I'd really become a cripple!
Lu Yang clenched his fists, veins bulging on his neck, his entire face flushed.
He suddenly dashed towards the soccer ball, lightly flicking it with the instep of his right foot.
The ball soared into the air.
He chased after the ball, and as it bounced off the ground, he quickly headed it, forcing it down.
Before the ball could touch the ground again, he suddenly swung his right leg.
Bam!
A powerful shot sent the ball flying towards Sotu.
Without any warning!
Sotu used his hands to block the ball, which flew a great distance.
The main referee was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
The moment before, Lu Yang was lying on the grass crying, the next he was running again.
Can he still play?
