"What's the deal with that goal?"
Ken, who had just gotten up from the ground, had completely lost his previous arrogance.
Although he had seen Ryōsuke's terrifying shooting power in videos before, seeing it in person was completely different.
The power of this shot was so great that even he, skilled in karate, couldn't block it. This was truly a monster-level existence.
Meanwhile, Lorenzo looked at the obvious friction marks on the goal, scratched his head, then turned to Ikki with a confused expression.
"12 million... Niko, you just said Kira was passing."
"Yes..." Ikki nodded very seriously, "If it were anyone else, I absolutely wouldn't believe it... but Kira is different. He really has the ability to do something like that."
"Seriously...?" Lorenzo's brows furrowed; these words sounded rather absurd.
Taking a corner kick and using the goalpost to pass — that's something that only happens in cartoons.
But judging from the series of actions just now, Ryōsuke definitely had the ability to pull this off.
"This guy, looks like even 310 million is too low." Lorenzo said with a smile, "It should be at least 500 million! No, even 500 million isn't enough! But if we can defeat him, our market value will definitely increase significantly too! We must win, ok?"
"Yeah, Kira is really strong. I feel my blood boiling. We must defeat him!" Kojiro's gaze became incredibly serious; Ryōsuke's recent performance had successfully ignited his competitive spirit.
Previously, he had always considered Tsubasa as his target to chase, but now things were different. Ryōsuke was the next opponent Kojiro had to defeat.
Moreover, the shooting technique this guy had just demonstrated was even superior to his own Tiger Shot. He had to win against him!
Plus, Kojiro was hiding a secret weapon — a special technique he had been practicing relentlessly before coming to Blue Lock!
On the other side, Shōei spoke calmly, "I have some history with that guy. No matter what, we must win this match. I want Kira to witness the moment I'm crowned king."
Though his face showed no expression, his eyes became incredibly determined.
"That's great." Lorenzo's face broke into an even more meaningful smile, "Since both of you desire victory so strongly, lead Ubers to devour them. Ubers will be your shoulders, ok?"
After a brief preparation, the Italian team was ready to counter-attack!
This time, Ikki carried the ball past midfield. Possessing the same Metavision ability as Yoichi, he could clearly see everyone's position.
However… Let Ubers perform their dance like a tidal wave once more!
Ikki didn't force a breakthrough but immediately distributed the ball!
The high-frequency passing, the collective dance performed by Ubers appeared again.
Genzō's eyes moved rapidly, trying desperately to follow the ball's movement. But it was futile. After just a few passes, he was already struggling to determine the ball's location.
The passing speed was simply too fast, and offensive players would make misleading runs to hide the ball's path or deliberately let the ball pass through to others.
This bizarre tactic made it impossible for Genzō to anticipate where the attack would come from.
'It seems impossible for my eyes to keep up with their speed.' Genzō thought, while lowering his center of gravity, 'If that's the case, I can only focus my attention on two people...'
He made this judgment, focusing on Shōei and Kojiro.
While others could potentially attack, these two currently posed the greatest threat.
If anyone else suddenly shot, Genzō was confident he could intercept, but these two were different. Their shooting power was terrifying — if he couldn't react instantly, they would score.
And at this moment, the ball reached Shōei's feet!
With his teammates providing cover, he now had ample space to shoot!
❖ Stealth Kill Shot! ❖
By eliminating unnecessary movements and accelerating his shooting motion, Shōei's new ultimate technique resembled the Kaiser Impact.
Though not matching Michael's speed, Shōei had teammates acting as decoys, making his shot nearly invisible!
"Bow down!"
Shōei was certain this shot would score!
But suddenly, a figure soared through the air, intercepting the ball: Ryōsuke Kira!
With his Transparent World enhancement, he clearly saw the ball's trajectory! Shōei was still the finisher of this attack!
Ryōsuke unleashed Thunderclap and Flash for incredible jumping power, then headed the ball away!
Successful clearance!
"You bastard!" Shōei's eyebrows twitched in frustration!
"It's not over yet, protect possession!"
Nearby, Ranze Kurona sprinted with all his might toward where the ball would land, trying to control it—
But that slim figure was a step faster.
"Too slow, 17 million!"
It was Lorenzo.
Even in this extremely tense and exciting situation, Lorenzo, one of the New Generation World XI, maintained a composed smile on his face, as if everything was under his control.
Although Ranze had a quicker start, Lorenzo's longer limbs gave him the advantage. He lowered his body like a performer, extending his long right leg to reach the ball!
Lorenzo successfully gained possession just before Ranze could reach it!
Yoichi and Rensuke immediately moved forward to double-team him, but they couldn't contain him. He was like a ghostly phantom, freely gliding across the field.
Though just a defender, as a member of the New Generation World XI, Lorenzo exerted enormous pressure on the Bastard München players!
"Don't think you can get past!"
Though beaten initially, Rensuke and Yoichi still chased him closely from behind.
"You guys are so persistent. The two of you combined are worth only 50 million? You should get a slight price increase!"
Lorenzo said with a smile, while shifting slightly to the side and quickly passing the ball back to Shōei!
"As bait, you did a decent job, Lorenzo." Shōei said coldly, immediately controlling the ball and advancing.
And a familiar opponent stood before him.
"Witness the moment I ascend to the throne, Kira." Shōei said to Ryōsuke with a determined gaze.
"Let's see you try." Ryōsuke responded immediately.
In that instant, Shōei suddenly made his move, seemingly trying to force his way past the defense—
But just as he was about to engage with Ryōsuke, he suddenly turned, attempting to break through from the opponent's other side!
However, with his Rice Spirit ability, Ryōsuke knew perfectly well this was just another feint!
As he turned, Shōei pulled the ball back and passed it with his heel!
Ryōsuke narrowed his eyes slightly; this guy had indeed changed. At least in terms of soccer IQ, he was completely different from before.
The old Shōei would have tried to force his way through — but now he understood what the best choice was.
This didn't mean he had become selfless; he passed the ball only to create a better shooting opportunity for himself later. He had become a different kind of egoist!
Shōei used the feint to pass the ball to Jūbē at his side, while continuing to charge forward!
Jūbē immediately returned the pass after Shōei accelerated.
He actively coordinated with his teammates for a give-and-go!
Shōei successfully received the ball behind Ryōsuke and continued to sprint forward—
But Ryōsuke wasn't so easily beaten!
❖ First Form ➠ Thunderclap and Flash! ❖
He immediately gave chase, sticking tightly to his opponent's side.
❖ Sixth Form ➠ Rumble and Flash! ❖
Ryōsuke raised his arm, pressuring Shōei's dribbling space while maintaining an excellent defensive distance.
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Meanwhile, in Germany, Munich, at Bastard München's youth training camp.
Michael and Alexis had just returned. Since they had withdrawn for personal reasons rather than by Bastard München's official decision, they had to prepare considerable paperwork before returning.
Not only that, they also had to pay a substantial penalty fee. However, if Michael had continued to stay at Blue Lock, the depreciation of his value would have far exceeded this amount.
The training camp was nearly empty now; most personnel had gone to Blue Lock, and those remaining were just youth players with limited future prospects.
"Michael's back, huh."
"Like a stray dog with its tail between its legs."
"How pathetic, going abroad only to become a laughingstock. Even Benedict won't help you anymore."
After seeing Michael and Alexis return, the other players at the training camp mercilessly mocked them.
Previously, Michael had been extremely arrogant at the training camp, with many players suffering from his verbal bullying — some even being deprived of playing opportunities. Most could only silently endure Michael and Alexis's swagger.
But after the last match, where their disgraceful performance was broadcast globally, players who once feared Michael could now retaliate without mercy, venting their pent-up frustrations.
"You bastards, how dare you speak to Michael like that!" Hearing the others' words, Alexis flew into a rage, even wanting to get physical.
The anger he had been suppressing during his time at Blue Lock couldn't be contained any longer.
"Enough, Alexis." Michael forcibly held him back, preventing him from escalating the situation further.
He knew perfectly well that fighting at the facility was taboo; once exposed, his professional career would essentially be over. No club wants a player who adds instability to the locker room.
Moreover, Michael clearly understood that in Bastard München's eyes, there was no longer a place for him — Ryōsuke was superior to him in every aspect.
Furthermore, clubs previously interested in Michael had diminished significantly, and the remaining offers were substantially discounted compared to before.
Michael's previous provocations against Ryōsuke had cost him dearly.
Now, all he felt was regret.
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Back on the field, Shōei was trying hard to get past Ryōsuke, but realized this was extremely difficult.
The earlier give-and-go with Jūbē hadn't produced good results; Ryōsuke had instantly caught up using his speed. Not only that, his excellent arm movements made Shōei very uncomfortable.
It felt as if his limbs were being constrained by his opponent. If this continued, he'd likely be forced out of bounds.
Knowing he couldn't just charge straight through, Shōei suddenly stopped, cut the ball back with his heel, and sharply passed it out!
Shūto Sendō!
Shūto's assigned role was to hover around the ball carrier, providing passing options!
But just as he touched the ball, Jingo stuck to him like glue.
"Come on, try to get past me! Former U-20 player!" Jingo grinned, trash-talking him.
Shūto fired back mercilessly, "You nobody who can't even qualify to play, I don't even know who you are! You can't stop me, I'm the guy who's going to marry a Hollywood actress!"
"Huh?" For the first time, a confused expression appeared on Jingo's face.
Without any hesitation, Shūto turned to get past him, planning to break deeper to create space for his teammates—
But just as he turned, Jingo struck like a venomous snake, darting to his side, "Too slow, too slow!"
He seized this fleeting opportunity, forcefully stealing the ball from under Shūto's feet!
Apart from Ryōsuke, Jingo had the highest 1v1 tackle success rate in the entire Bastard München!
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