131: Huh? How come the Japanese team has become so strong?

Before long, the players from both teams took the field simultaneously, and the referee announced the start of the match.

The Dragon Country Team kicked off the first half, passing the ball to their teammates.

After kicking off, the player coordinated with several forward-pushing teammates to draw the attention of the Japanese Team's defense.

Then, a player who had been observing from the shadows seized the opportunity and kicked a long pass to the team's striker in the distance, allowing for a quick shot on goal.

The audience let out a collective gasp.

"Whoa, you really have to see someone in a new light after three days of absence. It's literally only been three days, but our National Football Team Member's kicking power seems to have improved by more than just a little bit."

"It's not just the kicking power; their explosive force and reaction speed are incredible now. Plus, their teamwork and strategy are being used so well."

"Yeah, it's magical. Since when did our National Football Team care about teamwork or use strategies? In the past, that was simply unheard of."

"Progress is one thing, but this collective leap in improvement really shocks me. How did they do it?"

"Didn't they just say? It seems they were all kicked by Brother Lin's Mighty Vajra Foot. Isn't the effect immediate?"

"What? You're saying Brother Lin's Mighty Vajra Foot is actually real? This is too surreal!"

"No way? Does Brother Lin's footwork also affect the brain? I feel like they've all gotten a lot smarter. It's more believable to say they drank 'Six Walnuts' to supplement their brains than to say they got kicked into being smart."

"..."

Below the stage, Stephen Chow was keeping his eyes and ears open to everything.

While watching the match, he listened to the audience's critiques and simultaneously watched the live broadcast on an electronic device.

Seeing the comments from netizens, he asked Lin Pei with some confusion.

"Big Brother, can your footwork really improve brain function?"

"How about you give me a kick too?"

Lin Pei also started to wonder. Could this 'Healing Foot' the system gave him really have an effect on the brain?

However, before he could ask the system, Monk, who was sitting behind him, spoke up.

Since this was an official event, he could only keep a cigarette in his mouth and chew it dry.

"Master, that's right."

"Our Temple's Mighty Vajra Foot can not only repair meridians but also clear the mind, sharpen thinking, and improve memory."

Restraint of Arrogance, sitting next to Monk, coldly looked up at him.

"Master, Junior Brother smokes a carton of cigarettes and eats a pound of goji berries every day."

"I think you really should give him another kick to clear his head."

Monk's brow furrowed, and he bit through the cigarette.

"I'm your Senior Brother now, show some respect!"

...Lin Pei's heart stirred.

Wait, so this footwork really is useful for the brain?

Shouldn't he be the one who needs a brain boost the most?

This movie had too many lines; he had been memorizing them for days and still hadn't fully mastered them. He really needed to strengthen his memory.

But... he looked down at his own navel.

Hiss.

How was he supposed to kick his own navel with just the right amount of force?

This is freaking impossible!

While he was agonizing over this, he heard a commotion in the stands.

Lin Pei was stunned.

What happened? Weren't they just cheering a moment ago?

He squinted at the field while listening to Stephen Chow explain the situation.

It turned out that just now, when the Dragon Country player was about to shoot, the ball was actually blocked back by a Japanese Team Member from behind.

Everyone had been almost certain that from that angle, the Dragon Country player would 100% score.

It was all because that Japanese Team Member's interception speed was too fast; in Stephen Chow's words, it simply wasn't a speed a human should have.

What shocked everyone even more was that after the Japanese player passed the ball to his teammates, all those Japanese Team Members suddenly became incredibly fast.

In less than a minute, a Japanese Team Member scored a precise long-range goal, easily winning a point.

That kicking power—it was estimated that even Messi and Ronaldo couldn't achieve such a feat.

Everyone was puzzled again.

"What's going on? How did these Japanese Team Members become so powerful? They weren't at this level three days ago."

"Exactly, it's terrifying. Their advancement seems to be collective as well."

"Could they have practiced some kind of kung fu too? Martial arts halls are packed now; did they sign up for classes?"

"But what kung fu takes effect that quickly? Other than Brother Lin's Mighty Vajra Foot, is there anything else that can improve physical constitution? I've never heard of it."

"This kung fu looks even more intense than the Mighty Vajra Foot. It's over, our side is in danger again."

"Look at that Japanese person on the stretcher. His legs can't even move, yet he's still doing push-ups there. Working so hard even while injured—it'll probably make all of Japan burst into tears."

"..."

At this moment, in the front row of the stands, Kimura, lying on the stretcher, was indeed doing push-ups.

He didn't want to work this hard, but he simply couldn't control himself.

He really couldn't understand; in his condition, he didn't even need to go on stage, so why did Big Brother have to inject him with that drug too?

And the kick it gave was too strong. His lower body couldn't move, but his upper body was shaking so much it was almost baka-flying!

It was so humiliating. He felt his movements were even more baka-exaggerated than the cheerleaders in the front row.

He was miserable and wanted to cry... After the Japanese Team scored a point, Zhao Wei, among the group of actors, sighed softly.

"In terms of football level, Japan is indeed more powerful."

"Kenjiro is just too fast, isn't he?"

The actors around her were shocked.

Whose side was this Zhao Wei on anyway? Why was she getting excited over a Japanese goal?

Looking at everyone's contemptuous eyes, Zhao Wei didn't feel she was wrong.

"Don't forget, Dragon Country only has one Lin Pei."

"As far as overall football level is concerned, Japan is indeed much stronger than Dragon Country."

Everyone was powerless to refute, but Lin Pei frowned.

Great, his feet were itchy again; he wanted to kick someone.

However, in less than a minute, Zhao Wei suddenly screamed.

"Damn it, who slapped me?"

Lin Pei turned around and saw Zhao Wei crying while clutching her face, with a red handprint on each cheek.

Miraculously, these two handprints were not the same size, looking like they didn't come from the same person.

Lin Pei scanned the area behind him. Everyone looked calm and normal, except that Monk and Restraint of Arrogance had swapped places at some point.

Looking closely, the two were looking at him, both with a slight look of wanting to take credit.

Oh.

So it was them. The Temple's rapid movement techniques truly lived up to their reputation.

Lin Pei smiled at the two with approval, making both Restraint of Arrogance and Monk freeze for a moment.

Being praised so suddenly made them a bit embarrassed.

Even Restraint of Arrogance's eyes revealed an infinitely gentle expression...