"Attack fast! There are only two of them! Keep an eye on Zhang Fan and Ouyang Feng; we've definitely got this."
Liao Jiajia's voice greatly boosted the morale of Su Fei and his three teammates.
Yes, only Zhang Fan and Ouyang Feng were threats; the others were completely negligible.
Gao Qi was furious, his blood boiling. "Do you think I'm dead?"
"Trash!" Su Fei glanced sideways at Gao Qi, grabbed the ball, and quickly pounced towards Zhang Fan.
He Yang was also enraged and immediately ran over to block Yuan Hai Xu.
"Don't let Zhang Fan intercept the ball," Yuan Hai Xu also shouted.
Zhang Fan's eerie speed had his nerves completely tensed up.
"Get lost!"
Yuan Hai Xu watched He Yang block him, and immediately burst out yelling, his mouth twisted into a cruel sneer.
You dare to block me with that tiny frame?
Immediately, he shoved through He Yang, knocking shoulders with him as he dribbled past.
The next moment, He Yang was sent crashing to the ground.
