With an echoing laugh, Maximilian seemed to anticipate Winston's move as Winston dashed towards the ball. Maximilian, moving with astonishing speed, flashed past Winston and said in a deep, resonant voice, "Come on now, is this what you have been practicing with Dumi Crowe," Maximilian dashed like a snake in the slow-motion within Winston team. He kicked the ball with his heel, still smirking, and his pupils were now glowing neon blue. In his lightning speed, he took Winston into his goalkeeper side, and Maximilian's voice echoed again, "Pick it up, pick the ball up."
Winston dribbled the ball out of the net, now the entire area where Maximilian was. An emitting dark mix with a blue glow was steaming around him. Winston wasn't fully able to withstand the pressure coming from Maximilian. He felt his internal organs being squeezed. The core system flashing notification was now being distorted, corners of Winston's eyes blood dripped. Dragging himself and the ball into the center of the field, coughing blood—he stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The sine wave sign fluctuated again in his ears, heavy breathing, Winston flicked the ball into his knees, and he blasted the ball high in an arc arrow shot. Maximilian was still standing in his position—he watched the ball pass over his head. Maximilian, with a sinister smirk, watches Winston fall on his back. With incredible speed, he caught the ball and then gently placed his foot on it.
His expression changed, now Maximilian was annoyed; he was hoping for something grand, life-threatening battle for the top spot in the club. In actuality, Maximilian also felt something every time when he tortured Winston. He also heard the fluctuating sine wave sound Winston was also hearing, but to Maximilian the sound was faint. The sine wave was coming in and out of Winston. Maximilian assumed Winston also took the pill, that is why he was waiting on Winston to awaken, but now seeing Winston in this sorry state. Winston dragging himself up the Nethen essence was recovering his energy, but it was stuck at fifty percent, Maximilian pressure was pressing and Nethen essence was fighting to fully recover Winston. Heavy breathing, Winston stared at Maximilian, the wave of Maximilian's aura blew Winston away a few steps back. "Since you can still stand, let's continue," Maximilian flicked the ball into his knees and spun mid-air and kicked, the ball and it screeched toward Winston at an astonishing speed Winston felt his body get cold a few centimeters before the ball hit him. His body dodged the ball last minute, as he watched the ball pass Maximilian was already intercepting the ball. He kicked it again toward Winston, who narrowly dodged the speeding ball. Winston used his feet to leap up, Maximilian again used his feet to ricochet the ball upward toward Winston. The ball hit Winston's back with a thud, and a groan escaped his lips, which seemed to excite Maximilian. In lightning speed, Maximilian ricocheted the ball in different directions, turning Winston into a pinata.
For a significant duration, this continued, and Maximilian noted Winston wasn't fighting back. He kicked the ball into Winston's stomach with a thud, he slammed on the green field. "Wake up, Don't you want to fight for the first eleven spot? You can't tell me this is all Dumi Crowe taught you."
Maximilian's menacing voice echoed as he landed on the field with a thud. Winston, clutching his stomach and coughing blood, rose to his feet.
"Mmm, hehe, you still haven't beaten me yet. I am still here standing,"
"I wonder how long." In his lightning speed, Maximilian grabbed Winston's hair. "I saw your match back when you played in the supreme league," a thud rang out on the lush field. "You were shit then, and you're still shit now. Imagine being compared to me." Another thud rang out, "Me, me, a trash like you being compared to me. Don't make me laugh. A trash like you deserves to be on a bench for the rest of the season," Maximilian threw Winston over to his side of the field.
The fluctuating sine wave became rapid when Maximilian was grabbing his hair and smashing his face against the now torn football field. In a flash, Winston took flight, spun around, and landed smoothly on his feet. The cold he felt was now on his feet, when he glanced at his feet, he felt some aura oozing out of his feet. Crouching down in a running pose, still holding his stomach at lightning speed, Winston darted toward Maximilian to mark the ball off him. Smirking and shaking his head, Maximilian tapped the ball slightly forward, both youths dribbled the ball all over the field and outside the field. They both traversed the crowd like two long neon lines, only the thud sound rang—the cause of these thuds was Maximilian and Winston colliding with their shoulders.
This battle between these two forwards went on for a couple of what seemed like hours until both youths slid from the collision in the center of the field. Winston, out of breath, he glanced over at Maximilian and noticed that he was also out of breath. Maximilian coughs up a mouthful of blood, swiping the blood that was dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Hahaha, hehehe, this is what I am talking about. Now let's see who can last longer," Maximilian said, with a grin on his face. Both names narrowed their eyes. The ball they were still fighting for slowly landed in the center of the field, without a word, both youths darted toward the ball at lightning speed. Arriving faster than Winston, Maximilian heel elastico the ball over Winston, and Maximilian spun his body with a spin kick toward Winston's side. Winston ran to intercept the ball, but it curved 180 degrees, and hit the white goalpost with a loud ricochet. The ball shot straight toward Annalise, who was standing in the middle with her co-workers. Winston pushed himself into a full sprint toward.
"Annaliseeee"
[The Core is now entering restoration]
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Winston used his knee to intercept the ball, the collision of the ball to his knee snapped his kneecap. With a groan, Winston maliciously glanced at Maximilian, who was standing between Winston's teammate. With another mouthful of blood, Maximilian laughed, "You should have focused on training, not on fucking around,"
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Sensing his limit coming to an end, Winston closed his eyes and breathed in and out calmly. If this is my last game playing football, I hope I can finish this last challenge of crippling this dipshit. Mom, Dad, please forgive me. It seems like this is my last match playing football. I wonder if my father would allow me to work at the harbor. I am sorry, Coach Dumi seems I won't be able to revive your legacy of being a legendary striker.
Winston opened his eyes and viciously stared at Maximilian; both youths darted to the ball. This time around, Winston arrived first. He dribbled the ball and used his cleat tip to drag the ball up to his waist, before flicking the ball over Maximilian and using his other foot to kick Maximilian in the stomach. And Maximilian slid over to his side of the field. Maximilian coughed up blood once more, now clutching his stomach as the dark, blue-neon mixture faded away. With heavy breathing Winston pushed the ball a few meters away from him and prepared to blast the ball. Under his breath he uttered, out Spear the ball speed screeched in a smooth S shape, and with a thud the ball hit Maximilian in the stomach, crashing his organs. He flew a couple meters with the ball on his stomach before collapsing on the ground, and all the aura disappeared.
A tremendous gust of wind scattered in different directions—on his hands and knees, Winston coughed up a mouthful of blood. "Wait, what happened, for a moment, the game was restarting now. Now these two seem to be out of it,"
"Look at the ground, it's like a war zone,"
"Did I miss something?"
"Than who won, and that kid Maximilian is not even waking up,"
On the ground, Oswin and his teammate, even the club personnel, all rushed toward the two youths who had collapsed. "Yo, Wis, can you hear me, Wis?"
"Medic, we need help here," said one of the club staff who was checking Maximilian's pulse. When they touched the ball, it let out a wind pulse that threw the personnel a few meters away. Everyone in the field and stadium was stunned. They looked at each other and murmured in confusion.
"So another test subject was here, did any of you see what happened?" said Diana tapping on her tablet on her lap, before the game started she released a drone that was monitoring Winston's vital signs, before Maximilian released all his human senses. The tablet readings spiked, and vital signs continued until the drone overheated and exploded. cars shook because of the wind, trigger a synchronized alarm from all the parked cars.
"Should we intervene, Ma'am?"
"No. Bring me the other boy—his history, everything he's done over the past few days. For now, we're heading to headquarters. I need to reboot the save data."
"Yes, ma'am,"
Standing on the balcony of the hotel, just below the last upper floor, were Dumi and Boris. "You were right—the purchase really did lead here. Who would've thought Winston would face someone using the pill?" Boris said, peeking through the binoculars.
Leaning against the balcony, Dumi said, "When Haruto told me about this pill, I was worried that Winston was using it. After I tested his water bottle, it came out negative, C'mon, let's go—let's check at other trial runners,"
"Don't you want to go down there and check on Winston?"
"Later, and besides, that kid won't just lose this easily. We will visit him when he wakes up,"