By now, a flicker of anger had appeared in Zhang Yu's eyes.
His fists had clenched tight.
Hearing this, Wang Jianhua exchanged a worried glance with the two assistant coaches beside him.
All three wore traces of concern.
Teams led by Reyes had a history of playing overly physical.
Their opponents often ended up leaving the game with injuries.
But China Team was aiming for the championship, and the knockout rounds were what mattered most.
If they lost players to injury in a minor group-stage game, it would be a terrible tradeoff.
Especially if it was one of their key players: Wang Yi, Pang Bo, or Zhang Jiacheng.
Thinking of this, Wang Jianhua said to Wang Yi:
"You've played ten minutes already. Want to come out and rest for a while?"
Wang Yi shook his head. "I haven't completely crushed the Philippines yet."
Wang Jianhua knew his son was stubborn.
His son had exactly the same temper he did. Once he made up his mind, not even nine oxen could drag him back—let alone ninety.
So he nodded. "Be careful."
Wang Yi nodded too. "Okay."
Wang Jianhua then turned to Pang Bo and Zhang Jiacheng. "You two should rest for a few more minutes."
But Pang Bo and Zhang Jiacheng shook their heads.
"Coach, we can't sit on the sidelines doing nothing while our leader fights it out on the court."
"Coach, if Brother Yi is right about what's coming, the rest of this game will be dangerous. You can't watch our teammates get hurt and still keep me off the court!"
Wang Yi turned to look at the two of them.
"We absolutely can't all be on the court at the same time. Our goal is the knockout rounds. If I get injured in the group stage, at least