"Pass the ball, boy."
Carlozi and other Black Team members' anxious shouts came from his ears.
They knew all too well how terrifying Milmishes was when he got serious; with Kira Ryosuke's small physique, he would be crushed in minutes.
The best option was to pass the ball to an unmarked teammate while Kira Ryosuke was dribbling past two opponents.
The White Team players also realized this, keenly moving towards Carlozi and others who had penetrated the backfield.
"You damn white-haired kid, don't think you can escape."
Milmishes, relying on his powerful physique, The momentum after the body lost its balance was reversed, subtly tugged at Kira Ryosuke's shirt with his hand, thus catching up.
Kira Ryosuke frowned.
The opponent was indeed a genius midfielder from Serie A youth training, as troublesome as sticky candy.
After using his Eye of the Heavenly Emperor to discern the momentary flaw exposed by his opponent, Kira Ryosuke sent an outside-of-the-foot pass with an outward spin, aiming directly for Carlozi in the left half-zone.
"Don't lie, kid."
"You damn selfish guy, you never intended to pass, did you?"
Milmishes' pupils were like deep black holes, staring intently at Kira Ryosuke's right foot as he passed the ball.
At that moment.
Kira Ryosuke indeed did not pass the ball.
It was just a feint.
The instant his instep touched the ball, he absorbed the immense force, then gently flicked the ball up.
"Brilliant."
Seeing their struggle.
Schugglai couldn't help but applaud.
Kira Ryosuke's brows, however, were deeply furrowed, "What a terrifying range of vision."
"He can even predict the movements of my Eye of the Heavenly Emperor."
"Is it Metavision?"
In a flash, Kira Ryosuke thought of the Puzzle Man's ability.
If that was the case, then Milmishes was able to stop him not by keen defensive instincts, but by anticipating his thoughts in advance.
Thus, he was one step ahead.
"In that case, the Eye of the Heavenly Emperor hasn't lost yet."
Kira Ryosuke's eyes were somewhat cold. In terms of Metavision, perceiving the entire field, he was far inferior to Milmishes, but in terms of individual combat, he didn't believe he would lose.
As an emperor on the field.
Kira Ryosuke would never allow anyone to look down on him.
Those red eyes operated to their extreme.
The moment the ball, floating in the air, slowly fell to the ground, was the key to deciding the winner.
The ball!
Whose would it be!
Everyone watched this highly anticipated match of the century with full concentration.
Finally.
The moment the ball landed, Milmishes was the first to lunge for it.
Like a roaring locomotive, anyone wanting to contest the ball with him needed to be prepared to break a bone.
Kira Ryosuke, however, showed no fear. He was closer to the ball, and the instant it bounced, he suddenly used a rabona to flick the ball through the open space between his opponent's legs.
This flaw, which appeared during the run, was extremely tiny.
Yet, Kira Ryosuke seized it.
Even Abel, the Demon Child, seeing this scene, held his chin and exclaimed, "No, that's impossible."
As a Forward, he knew the difficulty involved all too well.
Milmishes' defense had always been very strict; in his football career, he had never been nutmegged.
This was a disgrace for a defensive player.
They had all undergone systematic training, and rarely left themselves open. Even if it happened, that momentary opportunity was very difficult to capture.
So Abel found it hard to imagine that such a dribbling move would be used against their U20 midfielder.
His handsome face showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
At the same time, he didn't forget to secretly give Kira Ryosuke a thumbs up; the opponent had done something he had always wanted to do but never had.
Kira Ryosuke naturally couldn't see this.
After shaking off Milmishes, he didn't become careless, as after that, there was still Piri, known as the impenetrable wall.
However, the advantage on the field was clear.
All five Black Team players had pushed into the backfield. Although Abel and Milmishes were trying their best to track back, they were still some distance away.
5 versus 3.
Piri, like a human high wall, showed no signs of wavering.
Looking at the shifting Black Team players in front of him, a cold glint appeared in his indifferent eyes.
Boom!
When Kira Ryosuke, dribbling the ball, was twenty meters deep, he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.
It was a warning from his Eye of the Heavenly Emperor.
It seemed to be telling him that this was Piri's hunting ground.
Stepping into it meant certain death.
"Is his defensive range that wide?"
Facing Piri, Kira Ryosuke felt a distinct difference.
A defender's duty is to neutralize the threat of a Forward. Unlike Milmishes, who played midfield, and Abel, who was a Forward, Piri posed the greatest threat to him.
"Pass the ball."
"I have a chance to shoot."
Carlozi broke free from a White Team player's marking, running into position and shouting for the ball.
In another area, two Black Team players were also calling out to him.
Meanwhile, Piri had already closed in with lightning speed. He was like a bulldozer, running as if to flatten the entire field.
"Pass the ball quickly!"
"Black Number 6 is unmarked, it's an open shot!"
Furancho, on the sidelines, cupped his hands like a megaphone and shouted loudly.
Just one goal.
Just one goal would be enough!
Even if it wasn't Kira Ryosuke himself who scored.
Furancho believed that with Kira Ryosuke's superb performance today, Schugglai couldn't possibly remain unmoved.
As long as this goal was scored, the deal was as good as done.
Commercial contracts would pour in.
This magnificent stadium would be filled with countless sums of money for him to squander.
Schugglai, beside him, merely gave the short, stout president a meaningful glance, then his gaze returned to the field.
"Pass the ball?"
Looking at the formidable Piri approaching.
Kira Ryosuke sneered, "This is a football field, you know."
"You fat idiot, do you know who you're giving orders to?"
He suddenly unleashed a powerful shot, catching everyone off guard, and the ball, with a strange curve, flew straight into the top right corner of the goal.
"Remember who the emperor of the field is, you idiotic bastards."
As those light words faded.
The football passed through the goal like a laser beam.
Goal — — — — — —
It hit the net and scored.
1-1, a draw.
Piri's sharp gaze fixed on the spinning ball, then he looked at Kira Ryosuke with interest, "Oh~ a curving shot?"
"Avoiding a direct confrontation with me, huh?"
"You won't have this chance next time."
Kira Ryosuke wiped the sweat from his forehead, his gaze meeting Piri's in the air, creating a crackling spark.
"Next time, I'll dribble past you cleanly and decisively."
He said, showing no weakness.
Although he had a mind to clash with Piri, the perfect imitation consumed a lot of stamina. According to the Eye of the Heavenly Emperor's warning, if Piri advanced another three meters, it would be his hunting zone.
He simply wouldn't be able to score.
And his other teammates were also marked by Piri and the other White Team players.
There was no scent of a goal developing.
So this was the only chance to shoot and score.
He seized it!
Abel dashed into the goal, cradling the football in his arms, and excitedly said, "Interesting, you're too interesting! Let's go again, let's decide a winner."
Seeing his energetic demeanor, he was clearly very satisfied with Kira Ryosuke's performance.
He wanted to play more.
"Clap clap clap..."
At this moment.
A round of applause came from outside the field.
Everyone looked in that direction.
Schugglai said with a smile in his eyes, "That's enough, Abel."
"Save your rivalry for later. For now, I want to have a good talk with him."
He looked at Kira Ryosuke with burning eyes.