"Whoa, did you see that?"
"That guy was stunned."
Mirmishes whistled and said flippantly, "Do you feel the difference in our strength?"
"Weak, white-haired youth?"
Pili also snorted coldly, crossing his arms, not caring about it.
No one knew Abel's terror better than them.
"Hey, your pass just now was great, don't get provoked by trash talk."
The black player Calozi walked over and patted him on the shoulder. After the recent exchange, he had started to acknowledge the Japanese kid in front of him. Being able to dribble past Onikidou one-on-one had already surprised him greatly, not to mention being able to accurately pass the ball to the left sideline more than thirty meters away. This delicate footwork was something even he couldn't do.
Ryosuke Kira recovered, and in response to Calozi's comfort, he just nodded slightly. The other party thought his words had an effect and returned to the center line to prepare for the kickoff.
Only Ryosuke Kira knew in his heart.
The lost point had to be personally repaid.
Through the observation of the Emperor's Eye, he had already planned his attack.
As the whistle blew.
Calozi passed the ball to Ryosuke Kira's feet and linked up with him in a cross-over run.
The other three black team players also followed closely, their steps not too far forward, to avoid being counter-attacked after losing the ball.
Still blocking Ryosuke Kira was Abel.
A dense killing intent emanated from him, like a hungry lion waiting for its prey to enter its sight.
"Come on."
"It won't be so easy for you to pass this time."
Judging from the serious expression on his face, he seemed to be planning to go all out.
"Hey, pass the ball…"
Calozi pulled to his familiar left sideline position, calling for the ball. Mirmishes had already caught sight of him out of the corner of his eye, a sinister smile curving his lips.
Want to try another long-range shot?
Then he would become his prey.
"Although Abel's defense is average, it's not realistic to try and shake him off with such a simple method again."
Skogley took a deep drag from his cigarette in the pavilion. Whether it was the nicotine or the situation on the field, his face was flushed. "Come on, genius, let me see your true strength, whether it can truly whet my appetite."
Facing Abel's close marking.
Ryosuke Kira first dribbled the ball to the right, creating enough space for Calozi to run into position.
"Don't think of escaping."
Abel followed closely.
He subtly pushed Ryosuke Kira's shoulder.
His strength was immense. If Ryosuke Kira hadn't perfectly imitated Murasakibara Atsushi's physical prowess, his lower body probably wouldn't have been able to withstand that abnormal pushing force, and he would have been instantly sent flying.
"Huh?"
Abel clearly hadn't expected Ryosuke Kira, who appeared to have a slender build, to withstand his impact.
A smile played on his lips. "Interesting."
Then he preemptively moved to block his path, not giving him a chance to break through again.
Buzz!
A red glow flashed.
Countless images seemed to appear in Ryosuke Kira's pupils.
He made a decision in just a breath, his peripheral vision glancing at the number 13 black team player who had followed behind him.
He made a passing motion with his heel.
"Naive."
Abel grinned, transforming into a demon, like a black shadow sweeping towards the ball, intending to intercept it.
However, he quickly froze.
The ball, it was gone?
"Marseille turn?"
Mirmishes, not far away, exclaimed. Many players in the Serie A youth academy used this move, but what shocked him was that Ryosuke Kira, while dribbling past, had deliberately deceived Abel with his eyes, intentionally revealing a weakness.
Then, at the moment the opponent made a move, he cleanly used this trick to get past Abel, who was known as Onikidou.
This was already the second time he had outsmarted Abel.
Even though Abel, as a forward, wasn't particularly strong defensively, it was enough to show that the kid in front of him had considerable skill.
The white team players immediately shed some of their disdain.
"Stop him."
"Mirmishes."
Abel called out, somewhat annoyed.
He truly hadn't expected this cunning kid's offense to be so varied, causing him to lose his defensive position.
"Got it, got it."
Mirmishes seemed accustomed to Abel's commands and moved forward to cover, obstructing Ryosuke Kira.
A sneer appeared on his bearded face. "I admit you have some skill, but I'm not Abel. Compared to offense, midfield command and defense are my specialties. Don't think you can get past so easily."
The pressure he exerted on Ryosuke Kira was far greater than Abel's.
His robust body simply leaned against him, like a wall, making it impossible for Ryosuke Kira to dribble easily.
He could only barely protect the ball.
"Oh, oh, oh, what's wrong, kid? Are you already giving up?"
Mirmishes pressed his advantage, and after suppressing Ryosuke Kira, he revealed his sharp teeth and chuckled menacingly, "Don't make futile struggles. With your strength, you can't get past me."
"Leave the ball here."
His several probing attempts to steal the ball almost succeeded.
Ryosuke Kira was even knocked reeling by his physique, and even with Murasakibara Atsushi's terrifying defense, he was repeatedly thwarted.
After all, his own physical constitution couldn't yet handle this kind of confrontation.
"Damn it, Ryosuke…"
Burantori, seeing this scene, pulled out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Ryosuke Kira was his product, and he didn't want him to be defeated so embarrassingly.
The value of that product would be greatly diminished!
Skogley, beside him, glanced at him and said teasingly, "Mr. Burantori, there's no need to worry so much."
"I see that little guy isn't as flustered as you imagine."
"On the contrary, he's very calm."
"He must have some plan."
As Skogley's words fell, a glint flashed in Ryosuke Kira's pupils. His left hand, which had been pressing with all his might on the opponent's shoulder, loosened. "Do you know?"
"A person's body balance requires an axis."
"Once it's lost…" As he released his force, Mirmishes's body suddenly fell forward. Ryosuke Kira looked down at him from above, "You'll fall like this."
"Beautiful."
Seeing that, as Skogley had said, Ryosuke Kira still had a trick up his sleeve, Burantori excitedly clenched his fist. "Well done, genius, show your worth! That's how I can put you on the shelf and sell you."
Bang!
Without surprise.
Mirmishes fell to his side.
The Emperor's Eye predicted everything, and Ryosuke Kira took the opportunity to dribble forward.
A chill that made his spine tingle suddenly surged from behind him.
Ryosuke Kira felt a great sense of unease.
Skogley exhaled a smoke ring. "Too naive, kid."
"As a top midfielder of the new generation, though still immature, Mirmishes isn't someone who fails so easily."
"Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hold a steady starting midfield position for Italy U20!"
That chill quickly transformed into a frantic figure that swept straight towards him.
A long black line was dragged across the green grass on both sides.
It was Mirmishes.
He was like a furious bull, launching a sharp charge, intent on crushing everything in his path.
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