Mainly, Ye Liangqiu wanted to hit back at the tsundere Itoshi Rin.
Of course, Itoshi Rin's strength is not weak; this is an undeniable fact.
The reason for choosing Hiori Yo was also because Yoichi Isagi, Niko, and this tsundere all possessed this skill, so there had to be some countermeasure. Otherwise, with their abnormal overhead viewing ability...
He would only feel very uncomfortable playing on the field....
However, this does not mean that Ye Liangqiu will lose. His overall improvements have almost reached professional standards, and for those who have just touched the professional threshold, it is still a dimension-reducing attack.
Itoshi Rin had already stood up earlier. He looked at Ye Liangqiu with a deadpan expression, "Want to have a match?"
The two had already met once before.
Clearly, both had this intention.
Ye Liangqiu took a step forward, "Gladly. It's a good chance for me to see how big the gap is between you, the first, and me, the second..."
Yi Sheng's eyes under his long hair also looked at Ye Liangqiu's ranking.
Second.... He glanced again at Hiori Yo and Nagi Seishiro, immediately revealing a disappointed expression.
"I thought it was second, fifth, sixth...."
"I didn't expect the rankings to be so low. Winning against you guys doesn't feel cool...."
As he spoke, he paused, his gaze fixed on Ye Liangqiu, "But winning against you should be cool."
"'Cool' should mean fashionable, right?" Nagi Seishiro's expression was calm.
"They're all weirdos," Hiori Yo muttered softly.
Just then, the door suddenly opened again.
The figures inside were familiar to Ye Liangqiu. He saw Yoichi Isagi, Bachira, and Ma Lang walk out from inside. The fact that these three could form a team... even Ye Liangqiu was a bit bewildered.
Ma Lang?
How could it be him?
According to his prediction, Yoichi Isagi should have waited for Kunigami or Chigiri after he chose Nagi Seishiro, but now it was Ma Lang, the king of the field.
It was truly a case of enemies meeting, eyes blazing with fury.
After Ma Lang saw Ye Liangqiu's face, although his expression was somewhat calm, the veins on his neck and forehead were clearly bulging.
"Qiu, you're here indeed!" Bachira directly pounced on Ye Liangqiu. "Why did you run off without waiting for me?"
There seemed to be a hint of blame in his tone, but it was more about fighting spirit than complaint.
Ye Liangqiu clearly felt that Bachira had come to challenge him. He skillfully pushed him away.
"Alright, I didn't wait for you, wasn't it so you could challenge me?"
"By now, you should all know the rules: it's about snatching teammates."
"But now, I'm afraid it won't work."
"We've already agreed with another team."
Yoichi Isagi's gaze fell on Itoshi Rin. This guy was the first one to enter the hall earlier. He then looked at his ranking, and his whole demeanor changed... First?
And then he looked at Ye Liangqiu's ranking... Second?
A match between the first and the second?
Although he wasn't playing, the tension made his blood boil.
"Alright," Bachira sighed, his gaze turning to Hiori Yo, a memory flashing in his mind, "So it was you... No wonder."
Hiori Yo was somewhat confused.
Bachira shrugged, "Qiu, I'll be waiting to snatch you back."
"Wait for me in the next stage!"
His words seemed to confirm that Ye Liangqiu could not lose.
All at once, the tension grew even thicker.
If Yoichi Isagi hadn't quickly covered his mouth, Itoshi Rin's gaze probably would have killed them a million times over.
Ma Lang stood silently to the side, his violent eyes fixed on Ye Liangqiu.
Ye Liangqiu smiled, "Don't look at me, king of a fallen kingdom. You've already experienced the taste of defeat. The game has just begun."
"Hiori, Nagi, let's go."
"It's time to meet them."
Itoshi Rin snorted coldly and also walked towards the passage.
The first teammate snatching match was about to begin.
Meanwhile, in the monitoring room, Ego Jinpachi's smile grew even more sinister.
"The strongest players have begun their first confrontation."
"This is just the beginning. How interesting will the matches you bring me be?"
"Ye Liangqiu, Itoshi Rin... two extreme egoists."
.....
Before the match had even begun.
The rules were constantly being recited over the broadcast...
Hiori Yo asked, "What are your weapons?"
"Or rather, what are your characteristics?"
"Do we not need to plan tactics?"
After all, the match started out of nowhere, and it was also about advancing to the next stage, so it was necessary to understand their teammates' weapons before starting.
The moment Ye Liangqiu stood on the field, his aura seemed to transform him into a different person. He looked at the three opponents as if he had caught prey. "Just kick off, and you'll know."
"For this match, to speak of tactics, there are none, really."
"After all, there are only three people. No matter how precise your tactics are, they still require individual strength."
"So... seize that only remaining chance to score."
At this moment, seeing the aura emanating from Ye Liangqiu, the opponents, except for Itoshi Rin who remained calm, also frowned...
"So scary, so scary... What if we lose..."
"No, no..." Tokimitsu whispered softly, not knowing what he was saying.
Yi Sheng looked at Ye Liangqiu, "Indeed, there are cool people after all; it's this kind of scent..."
"Shut up, all of you," Itoshi Rin's eyes were cold. "The match has begun...."
The moment the whistle blew, Itoshi Rin's eyes suddenly changed, and his body instinctively moved a few steps in one direction.
However, these afterimages moved like turtles in Ye Liangqiu's eyes.
With a "bang."
Before anyone could react, Ye Liangqiu had already kicked the ball.
No one reacted to this powerful shot.
The ball grazed Itoshi Rin's body and flew into the goal.
Hiori Yo's pupils contracted sharply.... Who could have imagined that this guy would just take a powerful shot? Wasn't he afraid the ball would be blocked?
Just then, the scarlet light in Ye Liangqiu's pupils seemed to devour everyone. He calmly watched Itoshi Rin and slowly said, "Who are you looking down on, tsundere?"
"Do you think you're the strongest in Blue Lock?"
"I'm sorry, but perhaps not anymore."
"Just a little boy who only cries to his brother."