With this thought, Li Minghao regained his spirit, and this time he focused on teamwork instead of solo performance.

Sure enough, the situation on the field soon improved. After a series of passes, Li Minghao was about to score a long shot when suddenly a figure appeared on the goal line, chopping the ball out over the end line.

Damn, it was Lin Chen again, just a bit shy.

The Seoul University team's offense had improved, and on the stands, Jin Mingzhu's expression finally looked a bit better. If the team she led, boasting two national players, were to lose to an amateur team, she would lose significant face.

However, Jin Mingzhu hadn't expected that this scene would be the last of its kind. Lin Chen quickly adjusted the strategy, dedicating four players to defending Li Minghao, giving him no more such opportunities.

The match continued. Lin Chen dribbled the ball straight into the penalty area. Xu Zaiyun, along with several teammates, chased and tried to block Lin Chen, but Lin Chen either dodged with the ball or displayed dazzling footwork, acting like a bug in the game, continuously increasing the score. Soon, the score gap reached 11 to 22, with Capital City University leading by eleven points, and Seoul University had not scored at all in the second half.

The outcome of the match seemed determined, and suddenly, a fierce look flashed in Li Minghao's eyes. Since he could not win fair and square, perhaps crippling Lin Chen would do.

He gathered the players around and whispered a few words.

The players from his country had a murderous look; this time their objective wasn't to play the ball but to ruin this suddenly rising star of Chinese football.

The game restarted, and Li Minghao made what seemed like a passing mistake, sending the ball directly to Lin Chen's feet.

Lin Chen was momentarily stunned. When had this guy become so compliant?

But just as Lin Chen had received the ball, three players slid toward him aggressively.

Seeing three players with cleats raised, aiming directly at his thigh, Lin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

These men's target wasn't the ball but his legs.

It seems the players from Korea couldn't win and had started playing dirty.

Fine, let's see who can play dirtier, Lin Chen thought with a sinister smile.

Watching the three men with studded boots almost making contact with him, Jin Mingzhu wore a cold smile.

The men were indeed aiming for the legs. If they hit their mark, Lin Chen might not be crippled but would certainly suffer a fractured leg. And with Lin Chen off the field, the ultimate victor of the match would still be her.

"Crack, crack!"

Along with the sound of bones breaking, screams echoed across the field.

However, the screams were not from Lin Chen but from the three players who had tried to tackle him.

Lin Chen dodged only when the three players' boots were almost upon him. By the time they realized their target had vanished and it was too late to pull back.

Poorly, what was meant to cripple Lin Chen ended up in mutual destruction as each player's boots landed on his teammates.

As a result, the three players almost simultaneously suffered leg fractures from the cleats raised by their peers.

Li Minghao, who had just been smirking, was stunned, as his carefully planned trap not only failed to harm Lin Chen but also seriously injured his own players.

Stretchers came quickly, and the three screaming players were swiftly carried off the field.

Li Minghao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he beckoned Xu Zaiyun to come over and whispered a few words.

Xu Zaiyun nodded earnestly and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me next. I'll make him roll off the pitch."

Although three players were gravely injured, Lin Chen was not penalized as per the rules. Instead, the injured players were penalized for raising their feet too high.

The free kick was taken, and Lin Chen, eyeing the high-flying soccer ball, looked up to find the point of contention.

Lin Chen's body had just leapt up when Xu Zaiyun also fiercely leapt from behind him. However, his target was not the ball but Lin Chen's body.

Bang!

Lin Chen's slender body collided with Xu Zaiyun's sturdy body, which was like a wild bull.

Watching the two contrasting body sizes collide, gasps of shock erupted from the spectator seats.

Everyone thought Lin Chen would definitely be knocked over by Xu Zaiyun.

However, when their bodies met, everyone was stunned.

Lin Chen was not only not pushed away; instead, Xu Zaiyun, who had attempted a sneak attack from behind, was heavily rebounded by Lin Chen's body.

The most frustrated was Xu Zaiyun, who landed so unluckily directly into a pothole.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the sound of a bone breaking, Xu Zaiyun painfully fell onto the grass.

Meanwhile, Lin Chen contested the header, passed the ball accurately, transferring it to the forward ahead. This time, the forward did well, facing the goalkeeper with a draw shot, changing the score to 11 to 23, the Capital City University team scoring another point.

Li Minghao, furiously running over, pointed at the fallen Xu Zaiyun and indicated to the referee that Lin Chen had committed a foul by ramming into him.

However, the referee shook his head, signaling that Lin Chen's collision was legitimate.

Lin Chen had jumped first to meet the ball, while Xu Zaiyun had jumped from behind him, and also had pushing movements. What was incomprehensible was that Lin Chen hadn't been pushed down, while maliciously fouling Xu Zaiyun had been directly bounced off, twisting his foot upon unstable landing and had to be carried off the field.

Li Minghao was completely baffled, his plan to use malicious fouls to kick Lin Chen off the field had backfired, and instead, his own player was injured, and now they couldn't even muster a full roster of eleven players.

"Bastard, bastard!" Li Minghao completely lost his temper. As the match was about to end, seeing Lin Chen charging towards the penalty area with the ball, Li Minghao's eyes flared fiercely as he too charged at Lin Chen.

When he was one meter away from Lin Chen, he lifted his legs and swung a scissor kick towards Lin Chen's legs.

Gasps of astonishment came from the spectator stands, and those close to the field saw it very clearly—it was a kick meant to cripple!

Lin Chen's gaze slightly narrowed, and suddenly halted, making a decision that astonished everyone—he was going to shoot.

"No way, he just crossed halfway, how could he from such a distance?" Watching Lin Chen's movement, everyone was in shock.

Bang!

Lin Chen's foot struck the soccer ball heavily, and it shot out like a bullet dislodged from a barrel.

Li Minghao's pupils suddenly constricted as the soccer ball hit his jaw and then swiftly flew towards the goal.

"Crack!"

Li Minghao felt like his jawbone had almost shattered; he was blasted off his feet, rolled several times on the ground, and then passed out.

The soccer ball whistled towards the goal. Even though the goalkeeper was fully prepared, the ball's angle was too tricky, almost as if it had satellite guidance, and it directly burrowed into the net.

The final whistle blew, and the score was fixed at 11 to 24.

"Lin Chen, Lin Chen!"

At that moment, the spectator stands erupted, everyone shouting Lin Chen's name wildly.

China has the largest number of soccer fans in the world, yet the national team had always been disappointing. Seeing Lin Chen's performance, they seemed to see a glimmer of hope for the rise of Chinese soccer.