Although Cong Ge didn't believe his little sister Luo Luo could possibly save the day, at this moment, he had to grasp at any straw! He rushed forward, grabbed the phone, and said in a deep voice, "Luo Luo, let me tell you, this isn't the time for jokes. Tell me your plan now!"
"Hmph, I've found you a savior, take it or leave it!" A rather angry voice came from Zhuang Keluo on the other end: "My brother Chen said eight words: loosen the defenses, attack with full force!"
"Are you kidding me? What does that mean?" Zhuang Sicong was completely bewildered.
"Eight minutes left! Why are you worrying so much? Just tell me!" Zhuang Keluo was giving orders.
Then, she hung up the phone.
Zhuang Sicong held the phone, stunned. What did this mean? Did Lu Chen have a way to defeat the other side's scheme?
A clear and bright face flashed before his eyes. This young man, barely three or four years old, had actually become the research director of Flying Eagle Biotechnology Research Company—he was definitely no ordinary person!
Moreover, his younger sister, always so arrogant and haughty, was now so obedient to Lu Chen, which proved she was indeed capable.
In an instant, Zhuang Sicong made his decision. With only six minutes left in the game, he used his final timeout to gather all the players together.
"I know everyone played terribly and inexplicably in the second half, but now, we must pull ourselves together! For the last six minutes, I have only eight words: Unwind your formation, attack with all your might!"
"Understood?"
Zhuang Sicong shouted the last two words with a powerful, resounding force.
Immediately afterward, the eleven players nodded vigorously, shouting in unison: "Unwind your formation, attack with all your might!"
Twelve pairs of fists clenched tightly together.
A tragic and determined look flashed across everyone's faces.
They all knew what this meant. There was no need to worry about formations or rely on teamwork anymore. Under the opponent's unpredictable and insidious attacks, their formations had been breached.
Moreover, with only six minutes left, they were still five goals behind to take the lead.
It was fair to say that a comeback was impossible.
Therefore, they had to fight with spirit, with the courage of true men! No matter how many schemes and tricks the opponent had, they had to show them that they were honorable, and even in defeat, they would lose with gusto!
And you, even if you win, it will be a cowardly defeat!
Of course, these indignant men didn't realize that someone was waiting to make their move.
He was already focused and prepared.
This time, it seemed he would be controlling over a dozen people at once! However, he wasn't afraid. Although it would consume a lot of his internal energy, he had fully absorbed the spiritual energy from the ancient jade pendant, and his dantian was overflowing with energy; it should be enough.
There was no other way; he had to act, even if he didn't want to. After all, he'd bet ten million with that guy Shangguan Mingbo! And ten million wasn't a small amount; Lu Chen really couldn't afford to lose.
If there hadn't been a bet, he'd rather avoid trouble. After all, both Shangguan Mingbo and that Shangguan Jinwang he'd never met were members of the Shangguan family, both Shangguan Bei's brothers.
The deafening shouts of Longwei's players weren't just heard by everyone in the stadium; even those on the eighth floor of the building heard them. Unlike the players' tragic demeanor, the people on the eighth floor were laughing gleefully.
Shangguan Mingbo suddenly appeared again, grinning, "Brother Jinwang, Young Master Shen, look! Those guys are desperate! Haha, so funny! They think shouting the loudest will win? Bullshit! They don't even realize how powerful Brother Jinwang, Young Master Shen, and the six experts' thunderous attack was!"
Shangguan Jinwang glanced at him disdainfully. Although he looked down on his cousin, his words were somewhat agreeable. He said smugly, "In the last six minutes, no matter what kind of broken formation we have, everyone charge in! Zhuang Sicong's move does have some strategy. But even with strategy, it's too late to turn the tide! Hahahaha..."
Shen Hong also looked smug: "Zhuang Sicong is definitely doomed this time! Thank you so much, six teachers! You've worked so hard! These next few days, make sure the six teachers enjoy life in Yunzhou City, understand, Jinwang?"
He wasn't just confident of victory; he was practically certain of it. His tone was commanding, and a flash of anger crossed Shangguan Jinwang's eyes, but he nodded in agreement.
The six cultivators sitting beside him nodded slightly. Their faces were even paler, practically deathly pale—a sign of utter exhaustion. Their bodies were trembling slightly. One of them nearly knocked over his cup when he picked it up to drink his ginseng tea.
It was clear they were also at their limit.
Fortunately, the match was about to end.
Five minutes left.
The eleven players of the Longwei Football Team, like Spartacus heroes, charged towards the opposing team like madmen, determined to shoot the ball into their goal. Their movements were completely disorganized.
The sheer force of their attack left the Yongda Football Team somewhat shaken.
They gritted their teeth and pressed on, shouting incessantly:
"Hold on! Hold on! Just over five minutes left, we're about to win!"
"Complete defense! Don't think about scoring, just hold the goal!"
"Give it your all, five minutes will be over soon!"
...
The surrounding spectators also stood up excitedly, waving their arms incessantly. Many even took off their clothes, waving them in the air like colorful flags in a strong wind. Some girls were even more wild, pulling out brightly colored bras from their T-shirts and waving them around.
"Longwei, go! Longwei, go!"
"Longwei, you die with honor!"
"Longwei, we believe in you!"
...
Clearly, the eight words the Longwei players had just shouted, and their current fighting spirit, had moved even the skeptical spectators.
Although the spectators didn't understand exactly what was happening, they could all see the tragic and heroic spirit of Longwei!
Watching from the sidelines, Zhuang Sicong couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, almost to the point of tears. No matter what, even if they lost this match, he wouldn't feel like he'd lost out. At least, his shout earlier and his charge now had quickly won over the audience, salvaging his reputation.
Win or lose, he felt he had to thank Lu Chen.
Meanwhile, the number 23, who had been the first to be hit, was leading the charge. Although he was no longer employing precise teamwork, his individual combat ability was not to be underestimated. He dribbled past four players, closing in on the goal, ready to take a shot.
Ahead of him was only the number 18 from the Yongda football team, and of course, the goalkeeper.
Seeing the unstoppable momentum of Longwei's number 23, the number 18 couldn't help but feel a secret sense of dread, an urge to get back.
On the eighth floor of the building, Shen Hong narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I'll have to trouble the six teachers again. We can stop scoring, but we can't let Long Wei score again."
His tone was sharp.
Just now, Zhuang Sicong had paused the game to give a pep talk when the defeat was already certain, which Shen Hong had originally intended to laugh at. Who knew that Zhuang Sicong would actually boost morale, and with such force, it suddenly exploded!
The audience's suspicion that Long Wei had fixed the match was originally something that would have pleased Shen Hong, but now that Long Wei's momentum had built up and the thousands of spectators were cheering for them, the doubts had been suppressed.
Therefore, Shen Hong was unhappy.
Shangguan Jinwang was also unhappy.
The six teachers were also not happy. They were all exhausted, and in the current situation, what difference would one or two more goals make?
But they didn't say anything, still gathering their energy for another attack.
Number 23 suddenly felt his body freeze, as if he had suddenly sunk into quagmire.
That terrifying situation recurred, though it seemed much less intense than when they first encountered it.
Number 18, seeing Number 23 falter, was overjoyed. Without hesitation, he gritted his teeth and rushed to intercept. Number 23, suddenly, roared and mustered all his strength. Although slowed considerably by the terrifying energy, he still made a remarkably powerful leap.
At that moment, the previously energetic Number 18 suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over him, froze, and then collapsed to his bottom.
He could have intercepted Number 23's ball, but in this bizarre situation, he and the ball were swept past him. Number 23, enduring his utter weakness, made a final pass to a teammate.
That teammate, still unrestrained by the cultivator, was incredibly vigorous and kicked the ball towards the goal.
Whoosh!
The goalkeeper, too, seemed to have lost his strength. A seemingly easy angled shot slipped from his grasp.
The ball soared into the goal.
A roar of cheers erupted from the crowd!
"Six to nine!"
"Yes, six to nine!"
...
On the eighth floor of the building, Shen Hong and Shangguan Jinwang jumped to their feet, staring at the field in disbelief.
How could it have gone in like that?
If it had simply gone in, it wouldn't have been such a big deal, considering the three-goal deficit. But they both saw that the number 18 player and the goalkeeper, who could have easily blocked the ball, suddenly shuddered, seemingly losing all their strength, watching helplessly as the ball was kicked into the net.
That situation was like the Longwei players being controlled by six Xuan cultivators.
But that wasn't the worst part!
The worst part was that the two discovered that all eleven players on the field were experiencing the same thing. Their steps slowed, their movements became sluggish, and some who had been running suddenly collapsed, unable to withstand the weakness in their bodies.
In an instant, four or five players from the Yongda team fell, and the rest seemed to have lost most of their mobility.
Meanwhile, the Longwei team, while adhering to the rules of football, charged forward with boundless energy.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The ball kept being shot into the goal!
Two more goals were scored in a flash; it was completely one-sided.
The entire stadium erupted in cheers!
Shangguan Jinwang stared in disbelief, then abruptly turned to the six experts, his voice trembling as he asked, "Six teachers, is it...is there a mistake? You've controlled our players?"