Liu Bei: My younger brother is a deity.

Chapter 39 Graceful as a Startled Swan

Knowing that his opponent today was Cao Cao, Liu Quan decided to leave a deep impression on him, so that he would be afraid whenever he thought of the Liu brothers.

For the first time, he displayed his physical abilities in full view of everyone without reservation.

Of course, this is without the use of nanorobots, otherwise it would be too shocking.

Although his body has not yet recovered to its peak level, the speed, agility, and muscle control he is currently displaying are completely beyond the range of normal humans.

Not to mention Cao Cao, even the Gongsun Zan brothers were dumbfounded.

Liu Quan dribbled the ball past Cao Cao, leaving behind the words, "Nothing special!"

He did it on purpose.

Cao Cao was enraged. "Stop him!"

Cao Hong obediently rushed forward.

Then he collapsed.

Because Liu Quan made a pendulum-like dribbling move.

Smaller ball, faster speed, more exaggerated swing amplitude.

Cao Hong was stunned.

He tripped over his own foot with his left and fell to the ground in an ungraceful manner, causing a burst of laughter.

At this point, Liu Quan was no longer in any way to obstruct him.

Gongsun Zan shouted with delight, "Yuan Gu, shoot!"

Liu Quan flicked the ball, raised his foot, and fired a shot.

That ball darted away, skimming the grass, at an astonishing speed.

Cao De gave up after taking two steps; it was too fast, there was no way he could catch up.

Shi A arrived at the door just in time, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the ball went into the net.

There was a full two breaths of silence on the sidelines.

Then, as if a dam had burst, cheers, screams, and exclamations surged in like a tidal wave, engulfing the entire city of Ju.

"Terrifying!!"

"Who is this child?!"

The rest of the match became a one-man show by Liu Quan.

He was practically everywhere on the court, stealing, faking, and getting past opponents... his presence was felt everywhere.

Moreover, he did not use the body's powerful strength to force it, but simply used skill to bring out the body's dexterity to the extreme.

The ball seemed to be permanently attached to his foot; no matter how his opponents surrounded or charged at him, they couldn't take it away from him.

He moved freely through the crowd, like a fish swimming among rocks, darting left and right, and escaped from the encirclement of two or three people.

Every change of direction was smooth and fluid, every acceleration was clean and crisp, and every stop was perfectly timed.

She was truly "as graceful as a startled swan, as agile as a swimming dragon."

This style of kicking is completely different from the popular style of kicking today.

The way Cuju was played in the Han Dynasty relied more on physical strength and tactics to gain an advantage, such as double-teaming, chasing, surrounding, and colliding, which is somewhat similar to the modern combination of football and rugby.

There are techniques, but they are not the mainstream.

Unlike the later Song Dynasty Cuju, which became entirely about showing off skills and had no physical contact.

Therefore, when the audience on the sidelines saw this completely skillful style for the first time, and saw Liu Quan use those highly entertaining footwork tricks, they couldn't help but be amazed and captivated.

They cheered and applauded for every tackle, every dribble, and every shot Liu Quan made.

Many people have already started asking about the handsome young man's name.

"Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon."

In a corner by the field, a young man dressed in a dark men's robe uttered these eight words.

The young man was not tall, with fair and handsome features, and a touch of heroism in his eyes.

His skin was just too moisturized, unlike what a man should have.

She is indeed not a man.

This woman's name was Bian Linglong. She was born in 161 AD in Kaiyang County, Langya Commandery. She was the same age as Liu Bei, only a few months older.

Bian Linglong came from a family of entertainers; her family members were all musicians and dancers.

After reaching adulthood, Bian Linglong inevitably entered the family's singing and dancing profession. This time, she came to Luoyang with her father, Bian Yuan, to learn the art from a master.

Having heard early in the morning that there was a Cuju (ancient Chinese football) match today, she begged her father to take her to watch the fun. After all, she was only a fifteen-year-old girl, an age when she loved to play.

For some reason, Bian Yuan had always doted on this daughter, so he agreed.

Bian Linglong's original intention was to watch the exciting and brutal collisions on the Cuju field, a scene that always made her blood boil.

Unexpectedly, she saw a scene and people that amazed her even more.

Her gaze never left Liu Quanqi from the moment she first saw him.

Besides his good looks, she was even more surprised by the boy's control over his body.

Although she is young, she has seen countless dancers.

Her father, Bian Yuan, was one of the top dancers in Langya County, with hundreds of disciples.

But she had never seen anyone who could bring out the coordination and beauty of the body so perfectly.

In her eyes, the actions of figures like Gongsun Zan and Cao Mengde on the court were barbaric and brutal, perhaps displaying masculine vigor but lacking aesthetic appeal.

The only exception was that boy.

Every movement he made was like dancing, with a natural, unadorned rhythmic beauty flowing naturally from the depths of his body.

Bian Yuan stood beside his daughter, stroking his beard, his gaze also fixed on Liu's entire body.

He had taught dance in Langya County for thirty years and had seen countless beautiful figures, but the body control of this young man was so impressive that even this expert was amazed.

"This child's movements are so graceful and elegant," Bian Yuan sighed softly, his tone full of sincere admiration. "If he were to learn dance, he would surely become a master. I have been teaching dance for thirty years and have never seen such talent."

Bian Linglong's eyes flickered slightly.

She watched as Liu Quan once again outmaneuvered Cao Cao, Xiahou Yuan, and Shi A on the field, sending the ball into the goal.

That graceful figure, light steps, and composed demeanor... caused ripples to appear in Bian Linglong's eyes.

Suddenly, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside her, and she blurted out:

"Dance is a lowly profession; dancers are merely entertainers. Even if one becomes a master, what good is it?"

Bian Yuan's expression shifted slightly. He turned to look at his daughter, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Cao Cao stood in the middle of the field, bent over with his hands on his knees, panting heavily, glaring at Liu Quan with extreme displeasure.

"Good heavens! Who is this brat? How can he play football so well?!"

"Could it be that Gongsun Zan's little maid was prepared all along, and deliberately lured me into a football match with her?!"

"Otherwise, why would this brat deliberately walk past me time and time again? He's clearly trying to humiliate me!"

Cao Cao recalled that before that brat scored his fourth goal, he had clearly run behind him, but deliberately stopped the ball, waiting for him to come forward to intercept, and then used an extremely strange move to dribble him into a wide-open space...

His anger flared even more fiercely, "You're a son of a bitch!!!"

Yuan Shu, standing in the crowd, looked around and laughed, saying, "Cao Cao has really lost face this time. Not bad, not bad. That shorty always puts on this righteous gentleman's face. I've disliked him for a long time."

He then pointed at Liu Quan and said, "Give this lad a calling card, and give him a chance to befriend you."