"I see. It's Metavision. You've grasped it."
"But this level is still too shallow."
With a god-like move, Tendou dropped back, planted his foot on the soccer ball, and froze it in place.
This backward step.
It completely shattered the football blueprint constructed in the minds of Isagi and Kaiser.
Of course.
That being said, the existence of Metavision, its function, had already touched upon the world that the Six Eyes could see.
It takes in the entire situation, combines all known information with match experience and soccer IQ, and then calculates and deduces the result.
To some extent, this had already achieved the effect of predicting the future.
The reason why Kaiser and Isagi were still easily defeated by him was simple.
They were, after all, only simulating it in their minds. What the Six Eyes could see was absolute reality.
Coupled with the Big Data Analysis directly giving him the answer, it was easy for Tendou to deduce the process from the conclusion.
Swoosh
Tendou flicked the ball and dodged past Isagi, immediately launching into a high-speed sprint.
His speed was so fast that his pupils seemed to disappear, leaving only the whites of his eyes, reflecting two streaks of white light.
"Stop him!"
The Bayern players shouted, frantically closing in on Tendou.
But Tendou seemed not to see them at all.
In the twenty-plus minutes of this match against Bayern, Tendou genuinely felt that Pochettino was right.
Youth-level matches could no longer satisfy him.
The Neo Egoist League already lacked sufficient difficulty for him.
But he could still become stronger.
From the real world, he had already learned the full picture of Metavision.
"If the full picture of Metavision is something close to the ability of the Six Eyes, then I have possessed Metavision since the moment I got the Six Eyes."
"But that's not the true Metavision. That is merely the Metavision of Kaiser, Isagi, and even Itoshi Sae."
"My Metavision is in a higher dimension."
Tendou's brain began to spin rapidly.
The conditions for him to enter Metavision were much more difficult than for Isagi and the others.
Because the Six Eyes itself was superior to their Metavision.
And on top of that, there was the Big Data Analysis.
"From the information seen in the future, I must combine everything and then predict even further."
It was a crazy thought.
The so-called future is an established fact, something that is destined to happen.
On top of that, what kind of world would there be?
Tendou didn't know yet, but he wanted to break through and see.
Isagi believed that his and Kaiser's Metavision allowed them to see a 4th-dimensional view, and that Tendou, who was superior to them, saw a 5th-dimensional view.
However, that wasn't the case.
Even with both the Six Eyes and Big Data Analysis, Tendou still couldn't break through to the 5th dimension.
It could be understood as being stuck in the interlayer between the 4th and 5th dimensions. He had surpassed the 4th, but not yet reached the 5th.
Observation, prediction, calculation...
In this instant, Tendou took in every single player on the field into his brain and sketched out a script that was bound to happen.
He was going to turn the entire pitch into his own movie set, and everything had to proceed according to his will as the director.
"Chigiri moves forward, Agi is nearby to support, Seishiro pushes up... they can draw away three defenders."
All of his teammates' actions were moving according to the predictions of the Six Eyes.
However.
At this time, if he were to make a pass, no matter who he passed to, many different possibilities would arise.
What he needed to do was, after seeing through all the derived possibilities, find the one with the highest success rate.
"Don't even think about getting past, Mr. €6 Million!"
Grimm and Ali came at him from the left and right.
Both were mainstays of Bayern, consistently ranked in the top ten of the Bayern youth academy.
However.
The closer they got to Tendou, the more they could feel the chill emanating from him.
It was a biological, instinctual alarm for danger.
Their brains were sending them a signal: the person in front of them was extremely dangerous.
Tap-tap-tap~
A terrifying step frequency erupted. A frequency of up to 4.0 Hz, four touches per second, almost reached the limit of human vision.
Grimm and Ali both made defensive moves, only to find in horror that Tendou was already behind them.
"How is that possible?"
Their expressions were filled with shock and disbelief.
"I'm sure I touched him!"
Ali's heart pounded.
He couldn't have been seeing things. He and Grimm had definitely just touched the opponent and the ball, but he had passed through them like a phantom...
There was only one possibility.
"A time-lag illusion!" Grimm managed to force out these words.
Although Messi was no longer at his peak, no one would ever forget his peak form.
He was destined to be engraved in the long history of football, and his step frequency, which reached the limits of human vision, would be passed down through generations.
"Thinking at this deep level is really exhausting."
Tendou had forgotten the outside world.
This feeling, he enjoyed it.
It had the same wonderful feeling as when he first stepped into the Zone, the entire pitch under his control.
But.
His vision was still in the interlayer between the 4th and 5th dimensions; he still couldn't truly break through to the 5th.
However, that profound, mysterious feeling had already been born. The next step was to grasp it and step into it.
Thump~
Tendou's feet pounded on the turf as he charged madly through the center like a meteor.
From the moment he tackled Isagi, he had now advanced a full 50 meters.
Bayern's defense was on high alert.
"He's won the ball!"
"A tackle in his own half! Tendou has resolved the team's crisis for the third time!"
"An immediate counter-attack!"
"No pass, he's taking off!"
"So fast! He's like an expensive silver supercar!"
"And if you want to get this one-of-a-kind supercar, you'll have to pay at least €6 million a year!"
"Bayern's midfield tries to intercept! Grimm and Ali at the same time!"
"He's past them!"
"My God! He beat two players! Are those the feet of a player who is 1.93 meters tall?"
"That was absolutely a filthy piece of skill!"
In the BLTV live broadcast room.
The commentators were going insane.
The commentators arranged by BLTV weren't just Japanese; there were commentators for every language.
The goal was to allow fans all over the world to enjoy the Blue Lock matches.
No one was complaining about Tottenham's board losing their minds anymore. Instead, they felt that Pochettino had a deadly eye for talent, a vision that could see victory from a thousand miles away.
For a young man like this, €6 million was an absolute bargain!
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