Naturally, Julian noticed that there was an issue with the spacing between the test lines and the sizes of the concentric circles—and the problem was significant.
However, Julian simply smiled calmly, put his hands in his pockets, and strolled over to the test line in a stylish manner.
"Michael folded his arms across his chest and stepped on the football, "Kid, do you know what it means to kick accurately?"
Julian shrugged, "I've seen others do it."
Michaels and the others immediately burst into laughter.
Michael raised his chin and said with contempt, "Think you're a genius just because you've seen others kick it? Accurate kicking is a professional football training program! Without systematic practice for three to five years, you'll never manage it. You're just playing around!"
Julian feigned surprise, "Is it really that difficult for you? It's just kicking the ball to the center of the circle, right? All you need is a foot."
Michael sneered, "Asian boy, you truly don't grasp the immensity of the heavens and the depth of the earth! It's not just about having feet! If you don't believe me, try it yourself! We'll stand here and watch your comedy show. We're waiting to see you miss the target, waiting to see you take off those fake sneakers in shame! Brothers, get your phones ready to record!"
"Alright!"
The players around them all smirked and took out their mobile phones, pointing them at Julian, ready to capture his humiliation.
Julian looked at Michael, "Ah, I remember you. You're the one who was hiding the meteor hammer in your pants at the Costa Cafe. So, your nickname is Michael? And your family runs a dog pet shop, right?"
The muscles in Michael's face twitched, "You're just trying to get under my skin, aren't you?"
"Calm down! The coach is coming!"
The brothers around him quickly held their tongues.
Trash talk +1, it's still quite effective.
Julian secretly smirked to himself. Then, he swiftly approached the football at the water gate's feet and placed it on the white line.
Julian glanced at the concentric bull's-eye 25 meters away and took a deep breath to focus.
This type of kick test is essentially a set kick.
When Julian played street football in his previous life, he had practiced set kicks a lot.
But honestly, no matter how much you train on your own, it's not as good as the professional training of the British youth system.
Moreover, after being reborn, even though he remembered how to perform a set kick, his young body lacked the necessary foundation.
That's why he needed to utilize the star game's "Set Ball: Full Moon Scimitar +1" skill at this moment.
At a distance of 25 meters, the +1 skill effect is more than adequate.
And this is only a training exercise, not an official match, so there's no performance pressure to worry about.
Furthermore, Julian could also overlay Beckham's ball skill, "Golden Right Foot: Precise Long Pass," to enhance his accuracy.
Julian's focus was intense, and his gaze locked onto the bull's-eye like a beacon.
The muscles in his thigh tightened like ship's rigging...
Michaels and the other players all held up their mobile phones in disdain, eagerly filming Julian's impending "humiliation."
The moment had arrived!
Julian took a small leap and sprinted forward, slightly bending his knees. His left foot touched the side of the football, and his body dramatically leaned 45 degrees to the left. Then, he swung his right foot with force, striking the lower right side of the ball!
The combination of Full Moon Scimitar and Golden Right Foot!
Boom!
The instant the football soared into the air, Julian's right leg swung forward in a graceful arc!
The football drew a clear trajectory in the sky before landing precisely in the 0.5-meter bull's-eye of the concentric circles!
Perfect!
Awesome!
Cool!
Julian roared internally, but maintained his calm exterior.
At that very instant, everyone present on the field, including the head coach, Carter, who was standing on the sidelines, gaped in horror!
A full 25 meters away!
The concentric circles even began to move their hands and feet!
Could this Asian kid actually kick a perfect curving shot, right into the bull's-eye?
Just to inform you of the situation!
Why did you kick the Full Moon Scimitar? Was that a trick?
If the ball had only moved in a straight line, it might have been deceptive.
But how could such a highly technical curveball like the Moon Scimitar be fooled?
This guy is truly a football prodigy!
In that moment, Julian's round moon scimitar left everyone at the training ground utterly astonished. The silence was so profound it could have been mistaken for a library in Busan, with only the occasional sound of Rusty Stripe's dog-like panting piercing the air.
Julian turned to face Michael and the others, coolly asking the stupefied group, "Didn't I tell you that having feet is enough? Have you all taken photos?"
Mommy Falk...
Once again, they'd been outdone by this Asian kid.
The expressions on Michael and the others' faces fell like a house of cards.
"Detecting 38 points of negative emotion from Willard Zachary, system bubbles are forming..."
"Detecting 51 points of negative emotion from Milton Lusien, system bubbles are forming..."
"Detecting 51 points of negative emotion from Buck Fried, system bubbles are forming..."
"Sensing 55 points of negative emotion from Payne Lyle, system bubbles are forming..."
"75 points of negative emotion detected from Hansenton Chester, system bubbles are forming..."
Under Michael's group of delinquents, four white standard bubbles and one blue bubble emerged.
Julian mentally evaluated the scene:
The one with the lowest negative emotion value, Willard Zachary, must be the "sissy" player.
Although he looks strong, when he speaks, his voice is eerily feminine.
Strangely, he doesn't hold much of a grudge against me.
The Hansenton Chester with the highest negative emotion value and the blue bubbles had to be "Watergate".
Julian calmly approached and touched all the floating bubbles at the feet of the stunned players.
"System announcement: You've obtained the results from ordinary bubbles: power shooting training +10 hours, today's progress is 6/10."
"System announcement: You've obtained the results from ordinary bubbles: hitting the wall training +10 hours, today's progress is 7/10."
"System announcement: You've obtained the results from ordinary bubbles: return sprint training +10 hours, today's progress is 8/10."
"System announcement: You've obtained the results from ordinary bubbles: defensive pressing training +10 hours, today's progress is 9/10."
Oh, wow!
This is quite the haul!
These are all incredibly useful bubbles!
Typically, non-professional players train for about three to four hours daily, while professional players train for approximately eight hours. Top-tier athletes with discipline and dedication might even train for over twelve hours in a day.
Yet, Julian managed to obtain 8 achievement bubbles in just half an hour, which equates to 80 hours of professional training in a single day!
How amazing!
And, upon collecting another 30 hours of training results, he could automatically convert it into a new talent point!
Joining the school team was definitely the right call!
This place is practically a heaven for grinding!
Now, for the last blue skill bubble...
Michael, no cheating!
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