"Personal Panel?" Ye Liangqiu was startled. It was only opening now?
He realized that his system might be even duller than himself...
"Personal Panel expanded."
"Based on the player's physical fitness and the latest results from various data measurements."
"Speed: 94 S"
"Shooting: 94 S"
"Offense: 92 S"
"Dribbling: 72 B"
"Passing: 86 A"
"Defense: 80 A"
"Overall Rating: 86 A"
Looking at the data panel, Ye Liangqiu's brows furrowed. Only 86 A?
This actually refers to the six basic attributes of a player, but it doesn't include individual talents, such as Itoshi Rin's spatial awareness or his own Future Vision.
Then this overall rating is reasonable.
After all, the lower scores above are indeed his weaknesses.
Moreover, through this data, a hint of doubt appeared in Ye Liangqiu's mind: what is the difference between professional-level speed and champion-level speed?
94... this value is already terrifying.
So, is champion-level speed above 95 points?
Ye Liangqiu stroked his chin, pondering. And this advanced mission clearly meant for him to do his best in this match against professional players, even to "win."
But how was that possible?
With his current overall data alone, he might be able to play a match against those players.
But his own teammates hadn't undergone any transformation... Unless their potential could be squeezed out, how could they win?
Even Ye Liangqiu couldn't help but wonder if the system had deliberately set up such an advanced mission.
It wasn't that he didn't believe there was a chance to win, after all, the current lineup was probably the strongest in all of BLUE LOCK...
At this moment, a voice sounded in his ear.
"How about we practice? It's a match against world-class players, if we don't show some teamwork, they might just shatter our morale."
Hiori Yo looked at everyone. He knew that ever since joining Ye Liangqiu's team, they hadn't practiced teamwork for a single day. Matches were simply won by overwhelming individual skill, or because Ye Liangqiu and Itoshi Rin were too strong, making it seem easy.
But... they were about to face world-class players.
The strength of these two might only be considered dominant within BLUE LOCK in the eyes of those players.
Itoshi Rin's eyes opened. "Although I don't really want to practice with this pervert, Hong Yan Guai Tai, but... we're about to face world-class players, so we need to be fully prepared."
"What did you say?" Shidou Ryusei glared. "Bastard, who are you calling a pervert?"
"You want to fight? I'm game!"
Hiori Yo sighed helplessly. He couldn't understand how this team would lose against a professional team.
He feared that in the end, their own side would just start fighting on the field.
At this moment, Ye Liangqiu spoke calmly, "Stop arguing, I think this suggestion is good."
"Let's practice. I also want to see your true strength, whether it's worth bringing you into my team."
Suddenly, the lounge fell silent.
Itoshi Rin snorted coldly.
Shidou Ryusei admired his fingers.
Hiori Yo breathed a sigh of relief; at least it was quiet now.
Although they were training in the end, it still looked chaotic. Hiori Yo watched the three of them fighting over the ball, looking up at the ceiling. Could such a team really handle professional players tomorrow?
On the other hand, Nagi Seishiro, who had been silent, seemed to grow more curious about the three of them.
His movements were also improving little by little.
After all, he was a true soccer novice. To have come this far after playing for only half a year, everything was undoubtedly new and learnable in his eyes.
o(╥﹏╥)o Hiori Yo began to doubt his life.
Shidou Ryusei wiped the sweat from his face and suddenly asked, "Hey, what's up with your vision?"
"How can you predict the direction of my touch?"
"Are you sure it's just prediction?"
Itoshi Rin, stepping on the ball, also looked at Ye Liangqiu with some curiosity. He was also puzzled by this question. Perhaps ordinary players couldn't tell, but they, with a single glance, could determine that Ye Liangqiu's eyes, or rather his way of thinking, was different from theirs.
Every time Shidou Ryusei had a head-on confrontation with Ye Liangqiu, he always felt as if the bastard Hong Yan Guai Tai in front of him completely knew his next move, allowing him to make precise interceptions.
Was this something a human could do?
Anyway, Shidou Ryusei knew he couldn't make such moves.
"It's a secret." Ye Liangqiu's eyes narrowed, like a fox. He wouldn't reveal the matter of his Demon King's Eye, after all, his own weapon was meant to be used against enemies.
Although these people were teammates now, what about later?
What about the future?
No one could predict the changes on the field. One second they might be teammates, the next second they could be opponents. Telling others about his own weapon would be equivalent to surrendering.
He still had his guard up. Moreover, even if he told these people about his future-predicting vision, would they believe him?
Perhaps only that little fool Bachira would believe him.
Their training continued for a while. Although the results weren't great, it was at least much better than the disorganized team before.
The only drawback was that these three...
All wanted to be strikers.
ヾ(⌐■_■) Hiori Yo was completely speechless. In a five-person team, three wanted to be strikers, and most importantly, one wanted to be a wing-back, meaning he was the only one as a penalty area defender.
Ultimately, he came to a conclusion.
Offense is defense.
What more defense? Not needed!
....
In the monitoring room.
Ego Jinpachi constantly monitored the changes throughout BLUE LOCK, witnessing the transformation of every player.
Anri asked from the side, "Mr. Ego, those top players can earn one million for each goal they score."
"This... isn't this too exaggerated?"
"Do you really think the players we've cultivated have the ability to beat them?"
"Win?" Ego Jinpachi shook his head. "This is just a lesson. You might not have noticed some important data. In BLUE LOCK, a large number of players have made great progress, and they've also gotten what they wanted."
"But they are still far from the world's best that I envision."
"However, this time, letting them have close contact with the world's top players is not just to broaden their horizons, but also to close the gap between them."
"When an ordinary player and a top player appear on the same field."
"Does he think about winning, or learning?"
"All of this requires self-judgment: how far am I from being the world's best?"
"The weak will completely lose confidence in this match, but... there will always be some players who break free and transform."