When 'God' Decides To Start Over
Chapter 39 Razor Ball

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Razor Ball

Baal’s tank-like body was already in motion, performing agile movements that belied his physique.

His whole body leaned to the side, with his entire weight pressed onto his left leg, as his right leg lifted back to its limit, maximizing the distance between his foot and the ball.

Bang!

The moment his foot made contact with the ball, it rocketed towards Li Xiu like a cannon shot.

The ball flew low, and as it passed, the grass on the ground was blown aside by the airflow. In an instant, it was at Li Xiu’s abdomen.

With the ball at this height, it was impossible to use the previous lifting method, and Li Xiu didn’t have time to dodge.

The Fat Man was already ready to call for medical personnel, but then saw Li Xiu suddenly clench his hands together like a sledgehammer, smashing the ball in front of him.

The soccer ball’s trajectory was altered by the impact, bouncing off the ground and flying out.

"Such quick reflexes, but unfortunately, the strength was lacking," The Fat Man was a bit surprised since Baal’s cannon-like shot wasn’t something just anyone could handle.

For Li Xiu to deal with it this way was already quite impressive.

Baal’s eyes became increasingly fierce, as he directly grabbed another ball and placed it at the penalty spot.

"Baal, don’t mess around..." The Fat Man knew what Baal was up to and quickly tried to stop him.

Li Xiu’s performance was already excellent. While his physical attributes as a goalkeeper were still lacking, he could still be a good substitute.

If Baal really injured him, not only would they lose a potential income-generating player, but there would also be some trouble.

After all, Tyrone City had laws, and it wasn’t possible to just kill or cripple someone in public.

Baal, however, didn’t care at all, ignoring the Fat Man entirely, and kicked the soccer ball again.

This kick was even more ferocious, and at the same time, the imprint of the Skill Ring glowed on his fingers, with rings of blood patterns appearing on his thumb.

Buzz!

The soccer ball, with intense spinning, cut through the air like a streak of light, shooting towards Li Xiu.

"Get out of the way..." The Fat Man shouted at Li Xiu, knowing all too well the terror of Baal’s shot.

But Li Xiu had no intention of dodging, reaching out his hands once again, preparing to deflect the ball.

However, the moment his hands touched the ball, he immediately realized something was wrong.

The ball carried a violent spin, not only negating his lifting force but also curling downward towards Li Xiu’s face.

"It’s over, the boss is going to yell at me again!" The Fat Man couldn’t help covering his face, not wanting to witness Li Xiu’s impending disaster.

Baal’s skill is the B-grade "Razor Ball." In general, a "Razor Ball" is still a curve ball, but the speed and curve are more exaggerated than normal ones.

However, Baal’s Razor Ball skill is lethal; the soccer spins forward at high speed, and upon impact, attacks with a downward spin.

Using a deflecting method like Li Xiu’s, the ball would head straight for his face. The intense spinning ball striking his face would generate friction, grinding his face raw.

Once, in the Tyrone City Football League, a goalkeeper was left with his face a bloody pulp by Baal’s Razor Ball, with his nose and brow bones shaved flat and his eyes gouged out.

Not only was his career destroyed, but he also became a disfigured, blind man with a brain that went haywire from the violent impact.

Bang!

The sound of the soccer ball striking resonated, forcing the Fat Man to lower his hand, ready to run over and handle the ensuing trouble.

However, just as he took a step, he froze in place because Li Xiu was standing well in front of the goal, while the ball Baal shot rebounded out of bounds.

"What’s going on?" The Fat Man asked incredulously, unable to believe that Li Xiu had blocked Baal’s Razor Ball unscathed.

"Fat Man, where did you find this guy? He’s incredible!"

"To defuse Baal’s Razor Ball like that is quite something."

"With these skills, he’s much better than the previous guy. Now that we don’t have a suitable starting goalkeeper, I think he’s great."

The players all began discussing, looking quite satisfied with Li Xiu’s performance.

"What’s going on? What is really going on?" The Fat Man was baffled, deeply regretting not seeing that ball, feeling very frustrated.

Baal wanted to shoot again, but the Fat Man didn’t care anymore and quickly ran over to stop Baal.

"Baal, cut it out. This is our own goalkeeper. If you want to make a scene, do it on the pitch and take out the opponent’s keeper for me," The Fat Man said while pulling Baal.

"Hmph." Baal gave Li Xiu a hard glare before turning around and heading to the rest area.

"Not satisfied? Then keep shooting until you are," Li Xiu suddenly spoke, addressing Baal’s retreating figure.

Li Xiu was there to attract the Tyrone City Lord’s attention as quickly as possible, not to quietly make money. So he couldn’t be low-key, he had to be high-profile, and the higher, the better.

Upon hearing Li Xiu’s words, Baal turned around immediately, without a word, taking his place at the penalty spot again.

The Fat Man tried to stop him but couldn’t, as Baal shrugged him off and kicked the ball towards Li Xiu again, still using the Razor Ball.

This time, the Fat Man finally saw how Li Xiu blocked the Razor Ball. He placed his hands under the spinning ball, which fiercely aimed for his face.

At that moment, Li Xiu suddenly ducked forward, his legs kicking upwards like a scorpion’s tail.

The Razor Ball rolled over his back and was kicked by his scorpion-like feet, sending the ball flying away.

"Holy crap, is that even possible?" The Fat Man gaped, unable to close his mouth for a while.

Baal was already livid, dragging over a tub of training balls, bombarding Li Xiu’s side one after another.

However, the B-grade skill had a limited duration, and after kicking several Razor Balls that were all blocked, he could only kick regular powerful shots.

Li Xiu repeatedly blocked Baal’s shots, and eventually, Baal stopped trying to hit him, focusing instead on scoring a goal.

At such close range, the penalty kick had a much higher chance of scoring than being saved, but no matter how Baal kicked, Li Xiu managed to deflect his shots.

Everyone watched in amazement, having never seen a goalkeeper like this.

There are plenty of strong goalkeepers in the alliance who can completely neutralize Baal.

But those goalkeepers all have one thing in common: physically, they are stronger than Baal, or they have special Trial Skills.

No one had ever seen a goalkeeper like Li Xiu, who had a significantly weaker physique than Baal, hadn’t used any skills, yet managed to block all of Baal’s close shots.

The Fat Man suddenly realized he might have discovered a gem.