Blue Lock: They All Call Me the Demon King of the Field

Seeing the ball flying towards him, Ryu couldn't help but laugh. "Hahaha... It seems, Isagi, you really are an excellent support!"

"Since that's the case, it's time for me to show my true strength."

"Otherwise, these 'heroes' will truly look down on me."

At this moment, a dark mist seemed to appear around him, enveloping his entire being, and the scarlet glow in his pupils flickered continuously in the darkness.

In an instant, his figure shot out.

Unbelievably fast.

The player blocking his path didn't even react, only hearing a "Scum, get out of the way" before being easily bypassed.

Niko hadn't expected this sudden change.

To be precise, he had watched the videotape and had only ever thought that Ryu's shooting technique was very good. However, at this moment, he also froze for a second.

This speed... terrifying... like a cheetah.

It further indicated that this 'Demon King' had not used his full strength in the previous match!!

Damn it!

Niko gritted his teeth and quickly fell back to defend. He knew that if this goal couldn't be stopped, the entire team would fall into a slump, and this was something he absolutely wouldn't allow!

However, with several people coming back to defend.

Ryu felt every cell in his body trembling. His eyes were fixed on the few players blocking him ahead, and his body quickly adjusted. A 'roulette' move directly bypassed one person, and then, in that rapid state, he performed a 'Marseille Roulette,' directly dribbling past two people.

And at this moment, he had already reached his 'golden angle.'

With a "bang" sound.

With this powerful shot, the ball was like a bullet, so fast that no one reacted before it had already entered the goal.

Ryu looked back at Niko, who had stopped in place, and revealed a meaningful smile. "Prediction? Did I let you predict?"

"In an overwhelming stance... can the limit of your prediction be faster than the speed of my goal?"

"Go home and practice more... slime."

Niko's pupils widened, and a sense of powerlessness surged in his heart, just like the despair he felt in the previous game against Team V.

This person... is just like that monster from the last game.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth, deep in thought.

Not only was he shocked, but everyone else on the field, except for Bachira, fell silent, and even the cheers came to an abrupt halt.

Isagi's pupils widened.

Indeed... anyone who could say those words before must be terrifyingly strong!

"As expected of you, Aki!" Bachira said with a big laugh, "How about I take the next shot?"

"You can't hog the spotlight in every game, can you?"

He wasn't surprised at all; he was used to such things.

Ryu rolled his eyes at him. "Sure... provided you don't give the ball away."

Okawa walked over to Niko and asked, "Are you alright? Did that guy say something to you just now?"

Niko shook his head, wiping away sweat. "This won't do. Simple man-marking; if we can't find a weakness, our outcome will be exactly the same as the last game. They have an unavoidable variable."

"Him... I can't predict him."

"At least two people need to mark him, and he can't be allowed to touch the ball!"

Okawa looked at Niko's solemn expression and asked, "Change tactics?"

Niko was silent for a few seconds. "We can't change. If we change, we'll completely lose our chance. At least for now, our tactics seem effective, as long as we can score."

"The main thing we need to observe is that 'Demon King.'"

"We absolutely cannot let him get possession of the ball!"

"Okay!" Okawa nodded, then called over his teammates for a second discussion.

And while they were discussing, Team Z was naturally also discussing.

"Aren't we playing according to the tactics?"

"Last game was Kunigami's turn; we should fully support him!" Little Monk complained.

He had seen Isagi pass the ball to Ryu, which was clearly not part of the tactics.

However, Kunigami interrupted him, his eyes very calm, "I was the one who passed the ball. So Isagi can pass the ball to anyone, as long as it results in a goal."

"How can that be?" Asahi Naruhaya also had some resentment: "We agreed on a rotation system. If it continues like this, won't it be just like the last game again?"

Just then, Ryu shrugged and said, "The ball came to my feet on its own; I can't just not kick it, can I?"

"Besides, didn't we get a point?"

"If I had passed the ball, could you guarantee that point would be 100% secured?"

This immediately left the two young men speechless.

Kuon stepped forward. He understood that the previously agreed-upon tactics couldn't be messed up; once they were, the opponent's offense would likely be unstoppable.

"How about this: the tactics remain the same as before."

"We'll change the method by time."

"Ten minutes per swap."

"One swap per goal."

"This way, everyone gets a chance to be the core."

Seeing everyone staring at him, Ryu quickly waved his hands, "Don't all look at me; I have no objections."

Kuon nodded. "Then let's do it that way!"

For this tactic, balance is naturally needed, but to achieve true balance, one must hide their selfishness. However, in this game of egoism, how can players not expose their selfishness?

Ryu smiled, perhaps thinking these people were a bit naive....

Of course, he was also a man of his word. Since it was a tactic... he would cooperate with it...

Anyway, the score was now 1:2, and they had a significant advantage.

Soon, the whistle blew.

The opposing team kicked off.

Niko's gaze was fixed on Ryu, deliberately passing the ball to the player on the left side; only this way could he avoid this 'Demon King.'

In their discussion just now, the tactics remained unchanged.

The only change was to block Ryu's scoring routes and continuously apply pressure.

Ryu naturally saw through their little tricks and couldn't help but sneer, "Is there a need to target me?"

"Didn't I just score two goals?"

The player blocking him felt a surge of pressure.

As the game continued.

In the monitoring room, Ego was also watching with great interest. "Are they all starting to skillfully use their own weapons?"

"But... this is far from enough."

Anri, beside him, couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I still don't understand. Was anything you said before normal?"

"Are these players really able to understand the meaning behind it?"

Ego's lips curved into a smile. "One's own weapon needs to evolve, and for that, one must undergo learning and break through oneself, and comprehension is part of that."

"Information is often grasped through personal understanding."

"Not through forced indoctrination."

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