The air was scorching, and the temperature on the ground exceeded thirty degrees.
Batty gasped for breath, forcing himself to run across the pitch.
He felt exhausted.
Not physically, but mentally.
Thanks to Chen Yu's treatment, the ankle that had tormented him and most affected his form had returned to normal. He no longer felt a stabbing pain with every step. But he truly could not break through the fortress-like defense Brazil had set up before him.
Attack after attack fizzled out. Every time he looked up, he was surrounded. The moment he got the ball, at least two players would swarm him.
That feeling of helplessness was slowly eroding Batty's will, even though he had always been a fighter, the invincible War God.
After getting swarmed and tackled to the ground yet again, Batty slammed his fist on the turf in anger.
Then, he heard a massive gasp from the stands.
He quickly turned his head to look.
The Brazil Team was on the counter-attack.
