The two collided, and Negredo almost stumbled to the ground.
He looked at Chen Zhong in astonishment. Just a week ago, the two were evenly matched in physical contests, but now, Chen Zhong's physical confrontation ability had improved by a level.
How is this possible?
What has Chen Zhong been eating these days?
He couldn't help but recall the rumors about a "monster" in the team, an exceptionally capable monster who was approaching Castilla, and even Real Madrid, at an astounding pace.
"Are you okay!" Chen Zhong extended his hand to help Negredo up: "The look on your face is like you've seen a monster."
"Yes, it's a monster."
"Chen, how did you do it?" Negredo couldn't figure out how Chen Zhong managed to transform from a light tank to a heavy tank in just a few days.
"Negredo, this surprises you?" Mata couldn't help but chime in from the side: "You don't know, he's almost as fast as me now when he runs."
