My system allows me to copy talents

Chapter 682: The number 10



Hiro calmly collected the ball and breezed past the final third. With Davies occupied, the space was open and Hiro didn't hesitate to capitalize.

"Knight in the Area"

Hiro's talent shone the brightest the moment he entered the box.

All of a sudden, the opposing goalkeeper felt an invisible pressure descending on him. For some reason, Hiro felt even more intimidating.

An ominous aura swallowed his body as a whole as Hiro entered the box.

Hiro felt a surge of energy flowing in his veins, his heart pumping at an overwhelming rate. He could feel his muscle fiber tightening and he could feel his blood pulsating.

The opposing goalkeeper on the other hand couldn't help but feel intimidated.

'Am I scared? Scared of this kid?' Lunin couldn't believe the terror he felt. For a goalkeeper of his caliber to feel intimidated by a mere child, he couldn't bring himself to admit.

Lunin, however, could instinctively tell that this kid spelled danger.

Standing before the poles while facing Hiro, the world around him had turned silent and his vision was occupied by Hiro. Even the buzzing crowd behind him had gone deaf. To him, Hiro was the sole priority.

His entire being was screaming to brace himself.

The rustling breeze was breezing past him, his tousled hair dangling along with it. The tension around him was growing denser.

Hiro stood still before him as if the time had frozen. Then all of a sudden, Hiro's gaze flashed with ominous intensity as he stared directly at him.

The glance felt like a trigger for an impending danger. The stillness he had experienced earlier felt like a calm before the storm.

Just then Hiro unleashed a powerful shot from the periphery of the box. The shot was packed with power and the rustling breeze further increased its power.

Sailing with the breeze, the ball glided to the post.

Lunin stared at the ball, his gaze following the ball. But before he could even attempt to save the ball, the ball disappeared from his sight.

It was as if the ball had vanished in thin air. This sudden change startled him and his heart rate spiked.

Where? He wondered as he searched for the ball.

Before long, he felt a violent gust of wind breezing past him. His eyes rolled to find the ball breezing past him. However, he only managed to catch a short glimpse of the ball.

"Goal!"

A cacophonous roar erupted forth as the ball touched the net. The stadium pulsated with excitement and the sea of supporters erupted forth to celebrate.

"Hiro has done it."

"The winning goal has been scored and Atletico has turned the tide of the game in the final moment."

Leaving the Real supporters vividly frustrated, Hiro rushed to the sideline. He didn't rush to the stand where the Atletico fans were seated.

Instead, he rushed to the previously noisy stand who were jeering at him.

Hiro was well aware of the importance of this goal. He was also aware of the pulsating excitement of the Atletico fans. Yet still, he chose to rush to the opposing stand.

Frustration was evident on the faces of the Real supporters. Wailing, they sat in their seats. Some were on the verge of tearing. This goal was a huge upset. They had been dominating the game for most of the time.

Even until the 85th minute, they were dominating the game and were confident of winning.

The previous smug on their face was nowhere to be seen. Their brows were knitted into a deep frown and their face looked rather pale.

While they were wailing, they spotted Hiro rushing to them.

Hiro's actions confused them. But their frustration from conceding the goal was greater than their confusion. Thus, they didn't pay any heed to his actions.

But as they went on with their wailing, they noticed that Hiro was actually heading their way. Why is he coming here?

Many people couldn't help but wonder. They weren't in a good mood and seeing Hiro coming their way was the last thing they wanted to see. Well, he was the source of their misery which made it even more frustrating for them.

If it weren't for him, they would have won the game.

With only ten minutes in hand, he had altered the fate of the entire game.

Previously, they were openly jeering at him. But now, they couldn't even bring themselves to speak. With his marvelous performance that altered the game, he had left them utterly

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How could they even point their fingers at him now?

Even so, it didn't mean that he could do anything he liked. With gazes full of confusion and hatred, they watched him heading their way.

Just then as he got close to them, he began to strip his shirt.

This scene evoked something familiar inside them. However, it wasn't a pleasant memory. Thus, their eyes became even more irritated. Their irritation bubbled over, veins visibly throbbing on their foreheads as their glares turned razor-sharp, piercing through the air like daggers.

Their lips parted, opening and closing, itching to hurl insults, to shout warnings, to tell him to stop provoking them. But their words faltered before they could take shape.

Yet still, their frustration was bottled up, manifesting only in clenched fists and seething

stares.

Hiro, however, remained undeterred. With an air of defiance, he stripped off the jersey entirely. He then held it high for all to see. The bold number ten emblazoned on its back was aimed directly at the incensed Real Madrid fans.

It was a statement, loud and clear: Who's the one regretting now? Remember my name.

The crowd froze for a split moment. The audacity of his gesture struck them like a tidal wave. And, then, they snapped.

A volcanic roar of boos, jeers, and scoffs thundered through the stands as the air buzzed with hostility. Their collective anger surged like a raging wildfire, all directed at Hiro.

He dared to point his jersey at them at their home.

What gave him the courage to do so?

Hiro's expression, however, didn't falter. Even when faced with their hostile threats, Hiro remained unfazed.