Chapter 542: World Cup Qualifier IV


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    Naoto stared at him with widened eyes, "Don''t tell me that he''s serious about what he said earlier?"


    Previously when Hiro said that he''d score five goals, he had merely assumed it was a self- motivating speech. But right now, when he was approaching the aforementioned figure, he couldn''t help but feel shocked about it.


    Just then an announcement resounded in the stadium.


    It was the announcement for yer change.


    On the sidelines, three yers of Japan queued, preparing to embark. Each looked like they were eager to get on the field.


    "Just when you think that it will get easier now that many core yers are gone, Japan could easily bring out other sets of superstars on the field"


    Well, Kaoru Mitoma had already earned a name for himself in the premier league and was one of the recognized Asian yers on a global scale.


    So, to be able to bring out yers of such caliber from the bench was something to envy.


    The squad depth of Japan this time was truly amazing.


    It was like when Argentina could bring out yers of excellent caliber from the bench like Lautaro Martinez, Paulo Dyb, and many more.


    There are teams in the world whock one yer of world-ss caliber and there are teams who could bring one after another world-ss yer as if they were some cheap goods sold in the flea market.


    Hearing the announcement, the faces of the opposing yers paled even further. Their ghastly pale face almost resembled someone who had seen a ghost.


    You could even hear them whining.


    It almost felt like that they had already given up on the match.


    And the opposing coach was aware of the dropping morale in the team. So, to counter it, he sent some reinforcement, making some changes in the squad as well.


    "I know the game is a lost cause but at least we shouldn''t show such a pathetic side to our fans. So, I''m entrusting you with the responsibility to revive the fighting spirit of the team. Do you think you can do it?"


    The opposing coach said to one of his yers whom he was about to send out.


    It was a tough-looking fellow who appeared to be somewhat bald. From the looks of it, he seemed like he had intentionally shaved his head. After all, he appeared too young for someone to have gone bald so early.


    Although he had a robust body, it wasn''t his body that made him seem tough. Rather it was his pitch-ck snake-like eyes that made him seem that way.


    Nodding his head, he asked solemnly, "Can I y it my way?"


    When he asked that, for a moment it seemed as if the opposing coach was somewhat hesitant. It was almost as if he was reluctant to agree to his request.


    Then with a bit of reluctance, he said, "Have it your way—"


    A cold glint shed past his eyes as he let out a wry smile on his face. Then he prepared to step onto the field.


    From the sidelines, he stared at Hiro. Smiling, he whispered, "It''s about time we cut your wings"


    "Wei Zen ising?"


    "Is the coach serious about it?"


    As they noticed the appearance of the monk-like yer who was preparing to enter the field, the opposing yer''s expression changed rapidly.


    With a horror-stricken face, they talked among themselves about his involvement as some kind of taboo.


    For a moment, they even forgot about their despairing fate.


    Even the six-goal lead that they were tailing became insignificant for a moment.


    At the same time, some rejoiced his arrival.


    "Finally, someone who can save us."


    "Just what took it so long for the coach to decide."


    Unaware of the malicious intention directed towards him, Hiro at the moment was cheerfully chatting with his teammates.


    "Leave some goals for us too," Tatsuki said jokingly as he approached Hiro.


    "Then score some if you''re that eager"


    The match then resumed as both sides made some changes to their squad.


    Though he had made a few changes to the squad, the opposing coach appeared quite anxious.


    Sweeping his nce at the yer who had entered just now, he mumbled with a sense of foreboding, "Wei Zen, the tyrant has entered the field."


    Just as he entered the field, Wei Zen''s domineering presence dampened the mood of many yers. When he started giving outmands, almost all of them submitted to his will without any resistance.


    They had suddenly transformed into a bunch of docilembs.


    "Just who is that guy?"


    Many of the Japanese yers couldn''t help but feel curious looking at how he was reshaping


    the entire team.


    They were both curious and marveled at him.


    ''To be able tomand so many people, it doesn''t feel like this guy is just another


    substitute''


    It was clear to Hiro that this guy had a presence unlike any he had seen before.


    Before long, he hadpletely reshaped the team.


    While he was givingmands to the yers, many yers showed slight difort in their expressions. It was almost as if they weren''t willing to receive hismand.


    They even cast a helpless nce at their coach, hoping for him to resolve the situation.


    But even the coach would either avert his gaze or pretend he hadn''t seen them asking for hisn/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    help. It almost made it seem as if he was intentionally avoiding their plea for help.


    ''He seems like a big shot in the team''


    Hiro deduced after experiencing the tension on the field. To be able to subdue the entire squad, he has to be someone extraordinary.


    "But why haven''t I heard his name before?" Hiro couldn''t help but mumble.


    There wasn''t a single yer from the opposing squad he could recall from his memories. So,


    he had assumed that none were any special in his previous life.


    But the appearance of this snake-eyed bastardpletely altered his perception. It made him doubt his judgment.


    After all, he had only seen a handful of yers in the world who had such amanding


    presence.


    Even Hiro wasn''t able to imitate it.


    [Ding!]


    [The host has unlocked a new quest]