: Oki has a chance.

When the afternoon sun made the grass slightly hot, the whistle blew on time at the training ground.

The afternoon training session officially began.

Running laps, warming up...

Then Coach Zhao Qiang divided the players into two groups.

Unlike yesterday's grouping of starters and substitutes, today they were divided into an offensive group and a defensive group.

"Today we'll be doing sparring practice."

Zhao Qiang gave a brief introduction.

This is a practice that the team does frequently, so there's really not much to say about it.

The team's center forward, wingers, and attacking midfielders are all in the attacking group, while the defenders and defensive midfielders are all in the defensive group.

Then it's one player on the offense against one player on the defense, and it depends on whether they can dribble past the defender and score.

As soon as the players on both sides took their places, Zhang Lei, the team's midfield maestro, fixed his gaze on Wu Bin on the opposite side like a nail.

Yesterday's scrimmage was the most humiliating moment for Zhang Lei since joining Fujian Tianxin.

He, a product of Greentown's youth academy and the team's undisputed star midfielder, was repeatedly intercepted and defended by an amateur substitute who got in through his local residency, and in the end, the substitute team even led the team to victory against the first team!

This made him feel that the whole team was looking at him strangely, and the whispers behind his back made him furious.

After much thought, Zhang Lei attributed yesterday's defeat entirely to "carelessness."

He concluded that Wu Bin had only used a little trickery, relying on anticipation and subtle movements to intercept the ball, and that he was physically weak and had no real ability to compete.

Yesterday, I was so focused on showing off my fancy moves and changing direction that I let the other person take advantage of my opening!

Today, he doesn't use any technical skills.

He's going to use the most direct and brutal method—physical assault!

Using the physical superiority of a professional player over an amateur, he directly rammed through Wu Bin's defense, protected the ball at his feet, and even knocked Wu Bin backward and down, making him lose face in front of everyone and getting back all the glory he lost yesterday.

Thinking of this, Zhang Lei smiled, stretched his shoulders and ankles, tensed all his muscles, and headed straight for Wu Bin as soon as training began.

The teammates around them understood each other perfectly, their eyes darting back and forth between Zhang Lei and Wu Bin, all waiting to see the showdown.

Everyone knows that Zhang Lei is here today for revenge.

At this moment, Wu Bin was looking down and adjusting his shin guards, his expression calm, as if he hadn't noticed the hostile gaze at all.

On the sidelines, head coach Zhao Qiang crossed his arms, his gaze unconsciously falling on Wu Bin.

Wu Bin's outburst yesterday was quite unexpected.

Although Wu Bin had been told he could play in the upcoming warm-up matches, he still felt uneasy.

Today's training schedule was actually specially arranged by Zhao Qiang.

The goal is to unleash Zhang Lei's full potential and see if this kid is just a flash in the pan or if he truly has sustained strength!

"Alright, let the sparring training officially begin!"

As soon as Zhao Qiang gave the order, Zhang Lei stepped out from the attacking group, picked up the ball, walked up to Wu Bin, and beckoned him with his index finger.

It's obvious that he wants to challenge Wu Bin to a one-on-one duel.

"Here he comes! Zhang Lei went straight to Wu Bin!"

"Brother Lei is really going all out today, he's clearly going to force himself to eat it!"

"Wu Bin is too frail. He can't withstand a head-on collision. He's going to be sent flying."

Discussions rose and fell from the sidelines.

Wu Bin remained calm.

He straightened up, his gaze calm as he watched Zhang Lei approach, his eyes showing no panic or even any extra emotion.

These past two days in Rijkaard's virtual training arena, the core strength I've trained to the limit and the combat positioning techniques I've honed repeatedly have all become the power generation logic etched into my body.

He wanted to see if Zhang Lei really had the ability to take down his personal disciple, the Black Swan...

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Lei had already dribbled the ball and rushed to within three meters of Wu Bin.

He didn't make any feints, didn't change direction, and didn't sway.

Instead, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, lowered his center of gravity, and like a small tank, he charged head-on into Wu Bin!

What he wanted was the simplest and most direct effect!

The idea was to smash Wu Bin hard with his shoulder, knocking him back two steps or even causing him to fall to the ground, then calmly dribble past him, leaving a disheveled Wu Bin to face the ridicule of the entire team.

"Watch out!" Ye Xiaolu couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhao Qiang, standing on the sidelines, leaned forward slightly and frowned.

He also felt that Wu Bin was no match for Zhang Lei in a head-on confrontation.

But just as Zhang Lei's shoulder was about to collide with Wu Bin's body, Wu Bin moved.

He didn't retreat, didn't dodge, and didn't try to block or flank the enemy like he did yesterday. Instead, he stood firmly in place.

He adopted the standard fighting stance taught by Rijkaard, standing sideways, instantly lowering his center of gravity, and tensing his core muscles to form a stable line of force from head to toe.

Without any forceful thrust or unnecessary movements, it simply took root firmly.

"Bang—"

A dull thud echoed clearly in the quiet training ground.

Zhang Lei slammed into Wu Bin's shoulder with all his might.

The anticipated scene of Wu Bin staggering backward or even falling to the ground did not occur.

Not even a fraction.

Wu Bin stood still, his feet rooted to the spot, not moving an inch. Even the slightest sway of his body was imperceptible. His eyes remained calm, and he didn't even move a step.

On the contrary, Zhang Lei, who was charging at full force, suddenly changed his expression.

He felt as if he had not bumped into a frail boy, but into a solid, hard, and unmoving bluestone slab!

A steady reaction force traveled down his shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and stumble, his footwork with the ball instantly becoming chaotic!

How is that possible?!

Zhang Lei's pupils shrank, his face filled with disbelief.

How come this little guy's body is as hard as iron after only one day?!

Unwilling to give up, he gritted his teeth and exerted force again, pressing his shoulder firmly against Wu Bin, trying to forcefully create space and protect the ball at his feet.

No matter how hard he tried or how much he charged, Wu Bin was like a moving wall of iron, his core always taut and his lower body as stable as a rock. He couldn't even make Wu Bin retreat half a step, let alone create space.

Instead, because they focused all their attention on the physical challenge, the ball under their feet was left with a huge gap.

Wu Bin's eyes narrowed slightly.

Right now.

He didn't use brute force; he simply followed the direction of Zhang Lei's force, gently sidestepped to block the ball, and precisely extended his right foot, hooking it cleanly from Zhang Lei's feet!

The entire set of movements was fluid and smooth, and the player held his own in the contest. His interceptions were clean and decisive, without any hesitation or slack.

After intercepting the ball, Wu Bin turned around and cleared it with a kick.

He didn't even catch his breath the whole time, his expression as calm as if he had just done something very ordinary.

The entire training ground fell silent instantly.

The teammates who were just talking amongst themselves all fell silent, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at the center of the field.

What just happened?

Zhang Lei tried his best to block Wu Bin, but he couldn't even move him?

Instead, he lost his balance and was easily dispossessed!

Is this still the same Wu Bin who was so thin and frail that he would collapse at the slightest touch?!

Zhao Qiang, standing on the sidelines, was stunned. His tactical board froze in mid-air, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He was a professional coach and he saw it clearly at a glance—Wu Bin's confrontational posture, core power exertion, and positioning timing were all professional-level standard movements, even more standard and composed than many defensive midfielders in the China League One!

This is not luck at all; it's real physical strength!

Zhang Lei, standing in the center of the field, froze on the spot. The color drained from his face instantly. Embarrassment, shock, and anger were all mixed together, and his face turned bright red.

His physical advantages, which he was so proud of, were completely worthless in front of Wu Bin.

He doesn't believe in superstitions.

It must be because I wasn't prepared enough; it must have been an accident!

The football was once again delivered to Zhang Lei's feet.

This time, Zhang Lei's eyes were red. He dribbled the ball straight at Wu Bin, his momentum even fiercer than before, and his strength even more intense. It was clear that he was determined to use his body to knock Wu Bin aside today.

"Here we go again! Brother Lei still won't give up!"

"This time they're going even harder. Can Wu Bin withstand it?"

All eyes were once again focused on the two of them.

Wu Bin remained calm, watching Zhang Lei rush towards him without faltering in his steps.

Same position, same one-on-one.

Zhang Lei lowered his center of gravity, roared, and charged forward again with all his might, slamming his shoulder hard into Wu Bin. This time, he used all his strength, wishing he could knock Wu Bin flying.

"Bang!"

Another dull thud.

The next second, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

Wu Bin remained standing still, without even flinching.

Zhang Lei, who charged with all his might, was thrown back two steps by the force of the impact, slipped, and almost fell to the ground!

He was completely stunned.

Why was I bounced back after a full-force collision?

This time, intercepting the ball will be even easier.

Zhang Lei was sent flying, and Wu Bin stretched out his leg, bringing the ball to his feet.

Twice in a row, they took direct physical attacks and were completely defeated.

"Holy crap! Really? Zhang Lei couldn't budge him even after two attempts?!"

"When did Wu Bin's body become so powerful? His core strength is terrifying!"

"I used to call him a good-for-nothing, but now it seems he was the one who hid it the best!"

Exclamations and whispers rose and fell, and the gazes directed at Wu Bin completely changed from disdain and mockery to shock and admiration.

Zhang Lei stood there, stiff as a board, his palms sweating profusely, his face burning with pain as if he had been slapped twice in public.

"Alright, alright, let's switch to another group." Zhao Qiang waved his hand.

Ye Xiaolu and an opposing defender came on, which temporarily eased the awkward situation on the field.

However, Zhao Qiang's gaze was not on the two players on the field at this moment.

He looked at Wu Bin and nodded slightly.

It seems this kid is really hiding his true abilities.

Yesterday he displayed outstanding defensive skills, and today we saw his powerful physique.

Isn't this exactly the defensive midfielder the team needs most?

It seems like they really have a chance to be promoted to China League Two this year!