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Even though Hiro could sense the danger, he felt helpless. The distance between them was great. It felt like watching a specter on the field, advancing with threatening aggression.

'I need to run...' The inner voice inside him screamed. However, when he tried to move his legs, he couldn't lift them.

Hiro felt confused. The light in his eyes dimmed. The strength inside his body waned.

'What's happening? Why can't I move?' He couldn't understand.

The world around him moved in slow motion, the voices of the crowd fading. Hiro failed to understand this strange feeling gripping him.

Though he was familiar with this void-like feeling, he failed to understand it.

He lifted his head to look ahead. He could spot the imposing giant with number 9 on his back advancing. While he advanced, his jersey fluttered along with the wind.

He was shrouded in some kind of dark mist.

But the distance between Cillian and him felt great. It felt like there was a deep cliff separating the two of them. The cliff was deep and fearsome.

Even looking at it palpitated his heart.

'Is the distance... between us this great?' Hiro tried to comprehend his situation, but he couldn't. He felt as if he wouldn't reach him even if he were to accelerate.

While Hiro remained frozen at his place, Cillian's imposing 190 cm frame moved with a predator's grace, his explosive strides devouring the distance. The Atletico defenders barely had time to react before he was through.

Right now, Hiro had turned a mere spectator to Cillian's brilliance.

One touch. Two touches.

One after the other, he sliced through the seemingly impenetrable opposing defense like a giant who couldn't be stopped.

With every stride, the ground beneath him rumbled. Yet still, he advanced like a breeze.

It didn't take him long to get through the opposing defense.
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Even with their arms latched around him, the opposing defenders couldn't stop him. With his monstrous strength, he simply forced his way through them.

One after another, the defenders fell while trying to stop him.

Yet, he didn't stop.

Soon, he emerged in the opposing box with the ball.

Before him stood Oblak, the only person standing between him and the goal. Behind him lay a pile of bodies and some individuals rushing to stop him.

Like a lone general on a battlefield, he stood before the enemy fortress after defeating most of their forces singlehandedly. It wouldn't be an overstatement to say that he had massacred the opposing army singlehandedly.

Right now, he oozed of abomination himself.

His long blond hair dangled freely while his icy cold predator-like gaze glared at Oblak.

The people on the sideline watched him fixedly, their vision clouded with fear and awe.

Flick, the manager of Barcelona appeared as if he had seen something ethereal.

With an expression filled with astonishment, he stared at Cillian. His eyes were opened wide and his mouth agape. He couldn't believe what he was seeing right now.

He was the one who had vouched for Cillian. He was the one who promoted him.

However, even he hadn't expected to see such a side of Cillian.

He had merely trusted his physique. He believed with Cillian's imposing height, they could dominate the aerial balls.

Though Cillian had displayed great athleticism, he didn't have any special qualities apart from his imposing physique that separated him from others.

In terms of vision and creativity, he was even worse.

Though he had a knack for positioning inside the box, he sucked at dribbling. He wasn't the type of player one would expect from Barcelona's youth academy. He was the type of player suitable for long balls.

"Monster!" Flick cried out, his gaze filled with admiration and exhilaration. He couldn't stop smiling like a maniac. He knew he had seen the awakening of a monster.

While Cillian faced Oblak, the stadium held its breath.

Even Endo and Akashi couldn't utter a single word. They were intimidated and astonished. With their eyes widened in astonishment, they watched Cillian like the rest around them.

An ominous glint flashed past Cillian's eyes as he turned to look at the post.

Oblak felt a strange feeling of suppression the moment he looked into that icy-cold gaze. Those predator-like eyes were staring at him.

Under the presence of that icy-cold gaze, Oblak felt like a timid mortal stripped naked in a cold snow blizzard.

Yet still, he forced himself to move.

The pressure was suffocating, but he easily overcame it. He had faced many intimidating individuals in his career.

Though he couldn't help but admire the fierceness in his eyes, he couldn't succumb to pressure emitting from it either.

With years of experience under his wing, he had developed a resistance to such intimidation.

While Oblak positioned himself to block Cillian, he stretched his leg.

Flinging his arms back, he prepared to unleash terror. His gaze was fixed on the ball. The ground beneath him sunk a little as he generated force.

Though he knew, he wouldn't be able to force his way through Oblak, he didn't care.

"If you can't bend the rod with a strike, then it doesn't mean that it's impossible to bend the rod with a single strike... It just means you're lacking power."

"Even the impenetrable fortress falls under the seize of absolute strength."

The force around him gathered around him as he prepared to shoot. The air around him got heavier.

Then, the accumulated force transferred to the ball as he unleashed a powerful shoot. The ball rippled as it hoovered.

Along with the ball, a couple of strands of grass were sent flying from the wind pressure.

The ball packed with power, steadily advanced toward the post.

Oblak could tell that it was a fearsome shot. He could feel the terror emitting from the ball. Yet still, he was prepared to face it.

He didn't hesitate to stop it.

With his arms outstretched, he launched toward the ball.

Despite the power, Cillian had also placed the ball in a difficult spot. He was targeting the corner. Well, if he shot the ball straight at the goalkeeper, it would be stopped no matter how hard he shot it.

Shooting the ball straight at the goalkeeper is pure foolishness after all.

Oblak tried to stop the ball. However, the ball simply forced its way through his gloves. Bending his finger, grazing his gloves, the ball eluded his reach.

The crowd stood still, holding their breath as they watched the ongoing clash between Cillian and Oblak.

For a moment, everything felt like running in slow motion. Then with a crisp sound, the ball touched the net.

GOAL!