However, the next second, as Zhao Yan had just gotten up and was about to provocatively challenge Ye Lingfeng, a dark shadow shot straight towards his face!
With a bang, nosebleed splattered!
It was Ye Lingfeng's fist!
Immediately, accompanied by a gasp from the sidelines, intense pain struck, and Zhao Yan cried out in agony, clutching his face!
Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Ye Lingfeng expressionlessly lifted the foot that Zhao Yan had just slide tackled and brutally kicked Zhao Yan in the chest!
There was another heart-wrenching scream.
The steel studs left deep bloody marks on the fragile flesh of his chest.
Zhao Yan clutched his chest, rolling on the ground, wailing in pain.
The gushing nosebleed stained the turf in front of him red.
But Ye Lingfeng showed no intention of stopping and walked straight up to him again.
All the National Youth Team members were stunned in place, scared witless by Ye Lingfeng's aura.
They were just a bunch of sixteen or seventeen-year-old kids, most of them hothouse flowers.
Where had they ever seen such a bloody scene?
And it was clear from Ye Lingfeng's actions that he was definitely an experienced fighter!
Little did they know, Ye Lingfeng was indeed very good at fighting!
At La Masia Youth Training Camp, he often thrashed those Japanese and Korean players who spoke rudely!
"Stop him! Damn it, stop him!"
Before the already terrified coach on the sidelines could say anything, National Youth Team leader Zhao Tai flew into a rage and roared.
This arrogant Chinese-Spaniard dared to publicly hit his son?!
Zhao Tai, who had completely lost his mind, ignored the reporters outside and even swung his fist, charging at Ye Lingfeng!
He landed a heavy punch on Ye Lingfeng!
The National Youth Team staff nearby reached out to stop Zhao Tai, but failed.
Listening to the commotion outside and the clicking of camera shutters, the staff looked desperate.
Now, the National Youth Team was truly going to be famous… A few minutes later, Ye Lingfeng indifferently glanced at Zhao Yan, who was still rolling on the ground like a dead dog, and Zhao Tai, who was also bruised and swollen, glaring with resentment but not daring to step forward again.
There were also the National Youth Team members who wanted to break up the fight but hesitated for a long time and ultimately remained in place.
Then there was the coach, frantically calling relevant personnel on the side, threatening to have Ye Lingfeng arrested.
Ye Lingfeng sneered.
"What a bunch of trash."
He spat fiercely at Zhao Yan, then cast a pitying glance at the terrified National Youth Team members surrounding him, and turned to leave.
Behind him, Zhao Tai's hoarse shouts could be heard.
"Ye Lingfeng, damn you, you're in big trouble!"
"You assaulted a National Football Team member; you will be held criminally responsible!"
"You, damn you, you dared to hit my son…"
"I'll blacklist you! I'll have you thrown in jail!!"
The coach, who had finished his call, also chimed in, shouting:
"Ye Lingfeng, you're expelled! You'll never enter the National Team in this lifetime! Just wait for the court summons!"
"The National Football Team will permanently blacklist you! You'll never set foot in the National Football Team again in this lifetime!!"
And the National Youth Team members, who hadn't dared to speak before, now that Ye Lingfeng had walked away, began to curse at his retreating figure, one after another.
Blacklisted?
Expelled?
Court summons?
Ye Lingfeng sneered incessantly.
He packed his things and left the training base without looking back, leaving behind a scene of commotion and noise.
Did they really think he cared about the so-called National Team?
A National Team so rotten to the core, what good would it do to join it?
To be someone's dog?
How ridiculous?!
He didn't even need to think about it.
People like Zhao Yan were definitely not isolated cases within the entire National Football Team system!
There were simply too many who lorded it over others relying on their connections.
If he hadn't experienced it firsthand, perhaps Ye Lingfeng wouldn't have been able to truly feel the darkness within such a system.
If he had been even a little bit weaker in character, or a little less vigilant, his ankle might have been inexplicably taken out just now!
But it had to be said, this trip back to China wasn't a loss.
At least it allowed him to clearly see some things with his own eyes.
It shattered his last remaining illusions about the National Football Team!
...Outside the training ground, seeing Ye Lingfeng's figure about to disappear at the entrance of the training base, Su Qianqian bit her lower lip and quickly jogged to catch up… Chapter 3: Return to Spain! System Activated! (New book, please give fresh flowers, rating votes, and monthly passes!!!)
"Lingfeng, does your ankle still hurt?"
"That Zhao Yan is really disgusting! And those other team members, how could they go for such a fragile spot as the ankle?!"
"It's already a National Team, how can there still be so many rotten apples?!"
Outside the training base, Su Qianqian knelt beside Ye Lingfeng with a worried expression, gently touching Ye Lingfeng's previously tackled ankle, carefully observing his change in expression