The Pinnacle of Mortal 'Strength'

This was the kind of thing Luo Qing was destined to make a name for himself with, so he wouldn't hide it.

Immediately, someone from his side went to gather onlookers from nearby.

While it was publicized to everyone, Luo Qing's explanation was quite proper.

He said it was a friendly match between the Basketball Club and the Football Club to strengthen their bond, and the subsequent transfer of 200,000 was a private matter, unrelated to the game.

But in reality, everyone knew it was a disguised bet, albeit a half-hearted one. As long as the Football Club could score four goals with five players, they would get the money.

It was blatant humiliation: "Four goals, you can't possibly fail to score that, right? This 200,000 is for you."

Gradually, Wang Xiong also realized the point. The focus wasn't whether he could lead his team to score four baskets, but rather how many points Luo Qing's team would blow them out by...

They would definitely get the money, but it was a deeply uncomfortable way to receive it.

"Damn it, this old schemer!" Wang Xiong was furious.

But there was nothing he could do. He had already agreed, and Luo Qing's reasoning was sound. Somehow, the situation had turned into him being the ungracious one, while Luo Qing was helping him.

Mo Qiong sighed. There was nothing to be done; Wang Xiong had insisted on showing off everywhere.

They only wanted the money, but Wang Xiong didn't want to share it. He only wanted to humiliate Luo Qing, and now, he had brought shame upon himself.

There was no choice, they had to go.

Just as everyone stood up and headed towards the basketball court, Luo Qing suddenly spotted Mo Qiong at the end of the crowd.

"Hey? You're here too, classmate? Come along. Want to play? It's okay if you don't know how, it's just against the Football Club... Oh right, my previous invitation still stands. Honestly, join my Basketball Club?" Luo Qing walked towards Mo Qiong, patting his shoulder with a smile.

These words were intended to further humiliate Wang Xiong.

On one hand, it showed that he didn't need the elite players from the Basketball Club; even a random passerby would be enough.

On the other hand, Luo Qing had always trusted his judgment and believed Mo Qiong would be great at basketball, wanting to recruit him into the Basketball Club.

However, this was a case of being too clever for his own good. Clearly, he hadn't bothered to find out which club Mo Qiong actually belonged to. Many people from other clubs were nearby, and seeing Mo Qiong on the periphery, they assumed he was just passing by to watch the commotion.

As a result, Wang Xiong and the others from the Football Club, instead of feeling humiliated, looked at Luo Qing in astonishment.

Wang Xiong roared, "What are you doing? He's on our team and needs to play later. What do you mean by pulling him over to your side? Who's going to play for us then?"

"What?" Luo Qing was stunned.

Mo Qiong was speechless, and Han Dang, knowing the whole story, immediately explained Luo Qing's earlier invitation to Mo Qiong to join the Basketball Club.

Wang Xiong burst into laughter upon hearing this: "Hahaha, Luo Qing, you're something else. Magic Ball is the cornerstone of our school team, the starting goalkeeper. This afternoon, it was his heroic performance, shutting out the sports school, even scoring one goal and assisting three, that led to a 4:0 victory. The money you're offering for those four goals was earned by him."

Clearly, despite his earlier boasting, Wang Xiong knew deep down that it was Mo Qiong who had turned the tide. Now, he wasn't taking the credit himself and revealed the true 'culprit' who had caused Luo Qing to lose the bet.

Luo Qing's face turned green when he heard this: "You... you're part of the Football Club?"

Mo Qiong nodded and said, "I always have been."

"Damn..." Luo Qing was speechless.

What was he doing? He was trying to recruit a player from Wang Xiong's team right in front of Wang Xiong. Wasn't this self-inflicted humiliation?

How could he have known that Mo Qiong, a soccer player, had such skills with his hands?

With such accurate throws and his tall stature, why was he playing soccer? It was truly heartbreaking.

"Why did you join the soccer team?" Luo Qing knew recruiting Mo Qiong was out of the question.

He thought to himself that losing face now wasn't a big deal; he could win it back on the court later.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiong, after Luo Qing's stunt, immediately decided to put Mo Qiong in as a center forward.

After all, if even Luo Qing thought Mo Qiong was suited for the Basketball Club, it couldn't be a baseless assumption.

"Uh, I don't know how to play basketball," Mo Qiong said.

"Magic Ball, I know you don't play basketball, but this is about our team's honor. You're so tall, you can guard that huge goal, so you can definitely handle this smaller basketball hoop," Wang Xiong said.

Mo Qiong was speechless. What kind of logic was that? Was he expecting to shut out the opponents on the basketball court?

Actually, Wang Xiong was being led by the nose, agreeing to play basketball, and this wasn't his usual role.

Because everyone knew Mo Qiong had never played basketball before. He had only learned to play soccer recently, and he was a goalkeeper at that.

Normally, when the Football Club rounded up five people to play basketball, it wouldn't be his turn.

But now, he had no choice but to play.

"Alright, I'll help if I can."

They were playing a forty-eight-minute game with no overtime.

If it were truly a half-hearted gift of money, there would be no need to play the full time; twelve minutes per quarter would have sufficed.

But Luo Qing chose to play the entire game, clearly determined to score points all over them.

However, now that he was on the court, Mo Qiong wouldn't let that happen.

On the soccer field, he could shoot wherever he wanted. It was the same on the basketball court.

If he wanted to, he should be the one scoring a hundred points.

However, it wasn't necessary. If they were just counting the money they received, they only needed to score four baskets.

If he wanted to help Wang Xiong, what he really needed to do was... shut out the opponent.

"Watch out for that tall guy, the one they call Magic Ball. Don't let his lack of skill fool you, his shooting is definitely accurate... Xiao Liu, you go guard him. Don't let him shoot comfortably." Luo Qing placed considerable importance on Mo Qiong, as he needed to win against Wang Xiong with overwhelming dominance and didn't want Mo Qiong to become an unpredictable factor.

But his wish was destined to be in vain.

"Swish!"

An empty-net three-pointer, thrown directly from his own half, went into the opponent's basket.

"Nice!"

"That's one basket already!"

"I knew with your throwing ability, this would be a piece of cake!" Han Dang wasn't playing; he didn't know how to play basketball either and was cheering from the sidelines.

Everyone in the Football Club knew Mo Qiong was an accurate thrower, and even more so with archery. During past gatherings, when they played darts at a target, he always crushed them with a perfect score.

A five-meter target was nothing for Mo Qiong before, let alone now.

This super long-distance shot immediately boosted his teammates' morale.

"Xiao Liu, what's going on?" Luo Qing asked in shock.

Xiao Liu, who was guarding Mo Qiong, quickly replied, "I didn't expect it... Who knew he'd shoot from so far?"

"Don't let him shoot comfortably!" Luo Qing said, immediately sending another player to help defend.

Dealing with Wang Xiong and the others, they were truly outmatched. Wang Xiong and the others couldn't even touch the ball. One player charged towards the basket like lightning, intending to lay it up.

However, Mo Qiong was standing right under the basket, and with a reach, he poked the ball out of the opponent's hand.

"Clang!" With a dazzling grab, Mo Qiong directly stole the ball from the player.

"Holy crap, he's so strong!" the player exclaimed.

Mo Qiong quickly passed the ball to Wang Xiong, but unfortunately, Wang Xiong's dribbling wasn't much better than his, and he was instantly stripped of the ball.

Luo Qing, just like him, made a big move in front of Wang Xiong and snatched the ball away.

The ease with which he did it was comparable to Mo Qiong's, as if he were plucking something from a bag.

However, Mo Qiong could do it because he was too strong, while Luo Qing could do it because Wang Xiong was too weak.

"Get out of my way!" Luo Qing charged forward with full confidence. His physical attributes were no less than Mo Qiong's, and he intended to push Mo Qiong aside and dunk the ball.

Unfortunately, he had no idea what Mo Qiong's 'strength' truly was.

"Bang!" With a powerful block, Luo Qing, along with the ball, was sent flying backward by Mo Qiong's single hand.

Luo Qing fell to the ground, completely stunned.

He could feel that he had been completely outmatched in physical contact. The moment Mo Qiong pushed him, his body involuntarily moved backward, and he fell to the ground.

In front of Mo Qiong, he was like a little chick being knocked down.

"You..." Luo Qing looked at Mo Qiong in horror.

Mo Qiong pulled him up and said, "Sorry, no foul, right?"

"No..." Luo Qing said grimly.

"Good then." Mo Qiong smiled at him.

When a person is in the air, it's easy to lose balance. Even though Luo Qing charged forward to dunk, Mo Qiong's strength was not insignificant. With a push and a press of his hand.

As long as Luo Qing moved slightly away from Mo Qiong's body, he would immediately be judged as being pushed away, even if it was just a slight change in position in mid-air.

This force would continue to maintain, constantly pushing Luo Qing away until he hit the floor.

It was like the eighteen falls of the "Touching Clothes" technique.

It was also fortunate that Mo Qiong always remembered to control his abilities and concentrate.

Otherwise, that move wouldn't have sent Luo Qing to the floor, but to the moon...

It was as if he could punch someone to Java or kick someone off the Earth.

Of course, this was limited to things he could influence; his strength still limited what he could do.

For example, if a hundred-ton boulder fell from the sky, no matter how Mo Qiong pushed it, he wouldn't be able to budge it.

Because his strength wasn't enough to transmit through such a large and heavy boulder. If such a massive boulder fell, even with all his might, he could transmit his strength for a dozen centimeters, sending off a few dozen kilograms at most.

Electromagnetic force might only transmit for a millionth of an inch before decaying completely, and Mo Qiong would have already been crushed into pulp.

However, when facing someone with similar physical attributes, Mo Qiong's abilities could allow him to display overwhelming strength.

In Luo Qing's eyes, Mo Qiong was like an insurmountable Great Wall standing under the basket.

"Bang!"

"Slap!"

Again and again, Luo Qing exhausted all his techniques, but Mo Qiong still easily blocked him with one hand, or pushed him off balance before he could even jump, sometimes even sliding him more than two meters on the floor.

Luo Qing repeatedly attacked, but was still unable to break through Mo Qiong's terrifying defense.

Even his shots could be confiscated by Mo Qiong.

He watched as a three-pointer flew into the air, only to be intercepted by Mo Qiong with a diving catch.

"Boom!" Mo Qiong forcefully slammed the basketball down, making a loud noise as it hit the floor.

"Holy crap..." The members of the Basketball Club stared at him blankly; this block was simply unbeatable.

Immediately after, Mo Qiong bent down, scooped up the ball, and shot it with one arm.

The ball once again streaked across the court and landed in the opposite basket.

"Whoosh!" Another unstoppable three-pointer.

"This guy is from the Football Club?"

"His physical fitness is like a beast!"

"They're actually leading... No, we have to score!"

Luo Qing was getting anxious. He wiped the sweat from his brow and stared intently at Mo Qiong.

He was determined to break through Mo Qiong's defense, absolutely refusing to believe the opponent had no weaknesses.

A shutout? Impossible. There's no such thing as a shutout in basketball unless it's professional players dominating kids.

"He can't dribble. Pass more, cooperate, don't attack head-on," Luo Qing quickly identified Mo Qiong's weakness.

Undoubtedly, there were several times Mo Qiong should have brought the ball up the court to attack, but he didn't move.

This was because Mo Qiong couldn't dribble.

Could he use his ability to assist? That was possible. For example, he could place the ball's landing spot on his palm, so every time he bounced it, the ball would definitely return to his palm, and then he'd bounce it again, repeating the cycle.

However, Mo Qiong didn't do this because it was too easy to expose himself.

If he didn't handle it well, it was possible... the ball wouldn't touch the ground when dribbling!

What would it mean for the ball to rise back into his palm halfway down? Was he playing with a yo-yo?

He couldn't guarantee he wouldn't encounter such a situation. Once he performed that flashy "no-touch dribble," everyone would realize something was wrong.

His shooting could be explained, as he was famously known as the "God of Archery" in their department. His strength was also acceptable; his height of 1.89 meters already made most people look up to him, and his strength was much greater than that of ordinary people.

At this moment, he could be seen on the court, jumping high every time to shoot, and reaching out to grab the ball every time to steal it.

Even on passes, if the ball went near him, it would be snatched away mid-flight.

His posture looked... like a goalkeeper.

Yes, he deliberately made many diving motions, swatting the ball to the ground or sending it flying.

He made himself look like a goalkeeper, relying on his terrifying physical fitness and goalkeeping skills to shut down all the members of the Basketball Club.

This was the reality perceived by others.

"We're being dominated by a goalkeeper..."