After making his decision, Ye Ting clutched the Quaffle in one hand and didn't waste any more time probing; he set off immediately.
His initial strategy mirrored Roger's from the previous round, flying straight at his opponent. It seemed he intended to rely on his physical prowess to overpower Roger, replicating the success of the previous round.
But the difference was, he didn't fly too fast this time.
At this speed, whether he chose to suddenly change direction or execute difficult moves, it was much easier than at higher speeds. However, for Roger, facing an opponent at this speed allowed him to make timely decisions whether to dodge or let Ye Ting pass before chasing after him.
At such a speed, Ye Ting's advantages in speed and strength couldn't be fully utilized.
Seeing this, Roger was overjoyed.
He murmured to himself that youth was indeed intolerant of provocation. Under the sting of his sarcasm, Ye Ting immediately abandoned his advantages and competed with him in skill. This time, he was absolutely going to win.
So, he began to carefully observe Ye Ting's movements, ready to react at any moment.
Seeing this situation, the Quidditch players and knowledgeable spectators around couldn't help but shake their heads in regret, feeling sorry for Ye Ting as he gave up his advantages and undermined his own abilities.
As the distance between the two continued to close, everyone's hearts rose to their throats.
With just a few meters separating them, Ye Ting finally made his move. He pulled his broomstick to the left, attempting to shake off his opponent with a sudden change of direction, planning to bypass Roger before he could react.
But the experienced Roger was well-prepared. As soon as Ye Ting prepared to change direction, twisting his waist, Roger accurately predicted Ye Ting's next move.
So he immediately responded – turning right immediately. His action was decisive, even faster than Ye Ting himself.
In this way, the initiative was entirely in his grasp.
As for his next step, whether to block Ye Ting's flight path or cut in from the side as Ye Ting flew past to snatch the Quaffle, it depended on Ye Ting's next decision.
"This ball, I've got it." Roger thought to himself, a long-absent smile appearing on his lips.
But the next moment, he realized he was wrong.
Ye Ting's turn was just a fake-out.
His left turn was only half-completed, and then, astonishingly, he twisted his body in the opposite direction, violating common physical sense, forcing a change of direction in a short period of time, turning his broomstick from a left turn into a right turn.
But Roger didn't react to this move, or rather, his reflexes and physical abilities didn't allow him to respond.
So, he was fooled by this fake-out and could only watch helplessly as his opponent passed him by.
When he was able to turn and chase after him, it was already too late.
Effortlessly, Ye Ting scored another goal.
2:0
Screams immediately echoed throughout the stadium.
Everyone felt that their perceptions had been completely overturned by Ye Ting this morning.
Ye Ting, this man, the recognized god among the girls of Hogwarts, had challenged their common sense again and again.
Everyone's impression of him had shifted from an unpromising newcomer to a genius with extraordinary speed, then to a player with strong physical fitness, and now he had defeated Roger, the captain of Ravenclaw's Quidditch team, on a technical level.
Could one person's talent really be this strong?
But regardless, whether girls or boys, whether ordinary spectators or Quidditch players, everyone was cheering for Ye Ting.
They felt that they had witnessed the rise of a legend.
These young wizards of Ravenclaw had already started looking forward to the next Quidditch Cup.
Ravenclaw hadn't won the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup for several years, and they believed that with Ye Ting on their team, this would change.
As for Roger, his confidence had been shattered by Ye Ting.
Originally, he just wanted to give the newcomer a good lesson, but instead, he had been comprehensively educated by the newcomer. Whether in speed, physical fitness, or skill, he had been outdone, making him wonder if he was dreaming.
He wished he could be woken up by his dormmates right away, but unfortunately, this was reality.
But Roger was worthy of being the team captain; he quickly regained his confidence and prepared to score a point with his skills in the next offensive play to save some face.
After all, compared to offense, defense required more experience.
Obviously, Ye Ting was completely a newcomer in this regard, which gave him an opportunity.
However, though his idea was good, reality was cruel.
In the next round, facing Roger's offense, Ye Ting demonstrated considerable maturity and sophistication. He didn't rush to intercept Roger head-on or engage in flashy pursuits and blockades.
When Roger skillfully broke through his defense from his blind spot, he remained calm. As Roger surpassed him, he quickly turned his broomstick 180 degrees and then used his speed advantage to catch up with Roger from behind. While catching up and surpassing him, he easily reached out his long arm to snatch the Quaffle.
This move once again sparked continuous applause and cheers on the spot, but it wasn't as enthusiastic as the last time – not because his performance was poor, but because everyone had become numb to his extraordinary displays.
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