My Football Skills Are All About the Bells and Whistles

Traveling to a world where badminton can cultivate immortality, I am a "waste" who cannot awaken my spiritual consciousness. Watching my opponents smashing the ball with fire and returning the ball to ice, I silently raised the racket in my hand. Do they call this "Spike Flame Killing"? I call this a lack of focus. They marveled at the Thousand Blows of the Phantom? All I see are bugs. When the world champion stood across from me in the final, wrapped around the divine spirit that claimed to be able to annihilate everything, I just smiled. "Brother, your flaws are enough to make me trypophobic." ——This is the story of a badminton king who used the purest technique to teach a group of bad guys to play badminton.