The score between A2 and C1 Team was continuously widening.
It was a visible rout.
Anri, holding a notebook, looked at the field with some surprise and exclaimed, "That's a bit strange. Looking at Ye Liangqiu's state... it seems he wants to end this match quickly."
"Has his Ego already run into problems?" Ego Jinpachi's gaze grew serious. As someone who paid the most attention to each match, he naturally spotted where things had gone wrong at a glance.
Or rather, he could tell at a glance that the player's mindset was undergoing a drastic change.
"Ego?" Anri was a little confused.
Ego Jinpachi crossed his arms, the smile on his face completely gone. "Didn't I tell you before about a player's egoism and team spirit?"
"Every player has their own goal, Ego, and dream."
"Among these, Ego is the most crucial element for the next stage. A player who cannot control his Ego cannot advance to the next stage. Yet, it is often the easiest thing to control, and simultaneously, the most difficult."
"Is there no way to solve it?" Anri asked.
After all, it sounded very serious, yet Ego Jinpachi seemed to have completely anticipated it and wasn't taking any measures.
"Solve it? Why should I help him solve it?" Ego's lips curved upwards. "For every player who steps onto the field, Ego is a key factor in his own improvement. These things he needs to comprehend himself, not have others tell him what he needs and what to do."
"If he can't even clearly understand this point..."
"Is his... reason for coming to this field merely to play soccer?"
"I believe there's no one that foolish."
"And I believe he will understand the meaning. This is a transformation."
"A metamorphosis into a world-class player, an opportunity to emerge from the cocoon."
...
At this moment, the C1 Team players on the field were completely numb.
Itoshi Rin and Ye Liangqiu's interweaving play gave them almost no breathing room. One could predict the most likely scoring spots with his spatial awareness, and the other was almost unstoppable. As long as the two got the ball, it basically meant a goal.
This feeling of powerlessness was just like when they faced professional players.
It was tormenting, yet it made one want to score even more.
The score had reached 0:4.
Itoshi Rin looked at Ye Liangqiu, who was standing still, and raised an eyebrow. He had already noticed Ye Liangqiu's playing style, which felt a bit uncomfortable... or rather, the passes this guy made left no room for retreat.
For example, when someone was intercepting, he would precisely send the ball over.
However, at the same time the ball was sent, there would also be someone closing in.
Clearly, every ball he passed was to use his teammates as tools, completely lacking the previous sense of madness... This was Itoshi Rin's most direct feeling.
The aura around this guy seemed much calmer...
And no longer the madman he once was on the field.
Rational, absolutely calm passing?
Itoshi Rin was a bit confused by Ye Liangqiu. If he had possessed this power from the beginning, why did he let others score when playing against them before, or display such a frantic demeanor during their first match together?
Could it be that he has a mental illness?
Thinking this, he glanced at Ye Liangqiu, feeling only that this guy's secrets were growing more numerous.
But the current Ye Liangqiu gave off an undeniable feeling, as if an abyss was devouring all the players...
Even as his teammate, he seemed to sense a hint of fear.
As the whistle blew, the final goal arrived.
C1 Team had the kickoff. Bachira's brows were tightly furrowed. He had also noticed that Ye Liangqiu seemed to have changed his playing style today. This style made him somewhat uncomfortable, and more so, surprised. He had known for a long time that Ye Liangqiu was willing to pass the ball, but it seemed different now.
Where exactly did the problem lie...?
With a kick, he passed the ball to Yukimiya.
Yukimiya immediately charged forward. His 1v1 'Emperor' fighting style had finally met its most formidable opponent today.
The next second, Ye Liangqiu blocked his path. In his red eyes, his ball trajectory seemed to be completely seen through. "You won't get past."
"Let's end this boring match as soon as possible..."
Yukimiya was very calm, quickly using his flexible judgment to dribble the ball frantically. In an instant, he seemed to see a momentary lapse in Ye Liangqiu and tried to break through with a Marseille turn.
However, a hand pressed against his shoulder.
Ye Liangqiu lightly kicked the ball with his left foot, and it flew out in an arc.
"I told you, this match is over."
"Stop struggling."
The moment Itoshi Rin saw Yukimiya confront Ye Liangqiu head-on, he had already quickly surged forward, as if he had seen the ball's landing spot.
Until he saw the ball fly out in an arc.
He knew then that Ye Liangqiu had successfully intercepted it.
Just as he was about to snatch the ball, a figure leaped high into the air. Igaramaru had appeared there at some point, and with a header in mid-air, he headed the ball away once more.
"Whoa... so cool!" Yi Sheng couldn't help but praise, seeing someone execute such a perfect move in the air.
Seeing the ball headed away,
a purple figure followed closely behind. Reo's pupils burned with fire; he seemed to have been suppressed for the entire match, and the anger in his heart had nowhere to vent. The instant before the ball touched the ground, he activated his weapon.
Ninety-nine percent replication.
Direct shot!
With a "bang"!
Although there was some distance from the goal, Reo had already calculated the maximum range to bring the ball closer, and in that direction, someone was making an off-ball run!
Nagi Seishiro effortlessly stopped the ball shot towards him, his expression utterly calm.
"I won't let you shoot!" The Monk had also returned to defense. He looked at the tall and imposing Nagi Seishiro and swallowed. Although he had faced him before, every time he saw this guy, a bad premonition would arise in his heart.
Nagi Seishiro's eyes were calm. "I have no interest in you."
The next second, he unleashed a powerful shot with his right foot. The angle was incredibly tricky, and the ball even had a slight spin, cutting a rainbow arc as it soared into the goal.
It could be said that this chemical reaction was produced.
Entirely thanks to Igaramaru, who was now just getting up from the ground. Seeing the ball go in, he gave a thumbs-up.
"Great shot!"
At the same time, seeing them score,
the crimson in Ye Liangqiu's eyes seemed to grow even more intense. He seemed to understand something.
Did I only see the trajectory of the shot?