"Tone it down a bit, kid!"
Faced with Tendou's challenge, Noa chose to accept.
He was going to use the superstar entry system to substitute his "replica," Kunigami Rensuke.
Hearing his words, the Bayern players felt a pang of bitterness.
Especially Kaiser.
What did Noa's words mean?
It was nothing less than saying that he and the others were not on the same level as Tendou.
And what about Kaiser?
He was already one of the highest-level youth players in the entire world.
And Tendou was even better than them.
Then what level had Tendou reached?
The professional level!
"Can't hold back anymore, world's number one?"
As soon as Prince saw Noa was about to come on, he immediately took off his shirt, revealing his own perfect body.
"Don't even think about bullying our kid!" Prince had already taken it upon himself to consider Tendou as one of Manchester City's own.
Compared to defeating Bayern without any fuss after 3 minutes, Prince would rather have a direct, bloody confrontation.
This was his perfection, and the pride of Chris Prince.
"I'm going to score this final goal to grab the spotlight!"
This show-off.
The originally aggressive faces of Tendou and Noa immediately turned speechless upon hearing his words, and they both shot him a look of disdain.
TWEEET~
The electronic referee's whistle blew, because the world's number two had stepped onto the field shirtless.
'Huh? A yellow card before it even starts?'
'Hahahaha, why do the Man City guys seem so goofy?'
'So the world's number two is actually a goofball?'
'They put Isagi in Bayern with the world's number one, Noa, and they put Tendou in Man City with the world's number two, Prince.'
'What are you trying to say?'
'What else could it be? Of course, it means Tendou is the second male lead of this show!'
'Second male lead? If you only watch the first two seasons, I'd think Tendou was the protagonist!'
The real-world audience was thoroughly amused by Prince.
His sudden mid-conversation advertisement for his water had already successfully categorized him as a goofy character in the audience's mind.
Now, it was completely confirmed.
And then there was the production team's arrangement: they put Isagi with Noa and Tendou with Prince.
One world's number one, one world's number two.
Experienced viewers could already smell a thick plot of fated rivalry.
Isagi's biggest competitor would not be Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Chigiri Hyoma, or the others.
His final goal, if nothing unexpected happens, would be Tendou.
Of course.
This was what the audience thought. Tendou, naturally, would not act according to such a lame script.
The thing he loved to do most was to suppress the protagonist, to engrave his own name onto this world.
Prince received a warning but paid it no mind.
In any case, his playing time was only 3 minutes. A mere yellow card had no effect at all.
He even winked at the camera, thinking that his passionate shirt-ripping must have made many female fans drool.
Dravus was subbed off, replaced by Prince.
Manchester City's formation was about to change from a 4-4-2 to a 4-5-1, with Tendou as the lone striker.
"You really think highly of him, huh..."
Prince made no effort to hide his arrangement.
Noa could see that Prince's intention was to assist Tendou in scoring a goal.
He was replacing Dravus, who happened to be Man City's defensive midfielder, while Tendou's position was moved to the very front.
Facing the world's number two and a professional-level player at the same time, Noa's expression remained unchanged.
"Scared? After all, in last year's European Best Player voting, it was a narrow defeat for you," Prince said, puffing out his chest.
"Narrow defeat?" Noa looked at him with narrowed eyes. "As I recall, the situation was that I received 882 votes, while you only got 201, setting a record for the largest vote difference in history."
"Shut up, you bastard!"
Prince became angry out of embarrassment, while Noa looked at him with contempt.
The world's number one and number two in football today were bickering like two little kids in front of everyone.
In the end, it was only at the urging of the electronic referee that they ended this pointless farce.
"Tendou... what's with that expression!" Prince was about to give Tendou some instructions when he saw that Tendou was giving him the same look of contempt as Noa. He instantly became furious.
"It's nothing. Just try not to interfere with me later, Prince," Tendou said, kneading his shoulder. "One-on-one?"
"Oh? Have you touched it?"
"Yeah, but I'm still a little short."
"I understand. I'll try my best not to interfere."
Prince naturally knew that Tendou had been looking for a chance to enter Metavision. For the past twenty days, he had asked him about it many times.
With the master strikers from both teams entering the field at the same time, the atmosphere on the pitch became quite delicate.
Especially for those who had not yet scored a goal.
This was absolutely terrible news.
Those two, no, including Tendou, it should be three people.
They had already captured the attention of the entire world's audience.
The match resumed.
Bayern kicked off, and the one who received the ball was not Noa, but Kaiser.
The world's number one did not intend to become the protagonist of this match. His purpose in entering was to teach the young players on his team how they should play.
Kaiser advanced with the ball and was immediately intercepted by Prince.
"I've heard of you, New Generation World XI, Michael Kaiser!"
"Let me see what you've got, how about it?"
He said it as if asking for a lesson, but Prince's expression was one of pure mockery.
He didn't take the Bayern genius in front of him seriously at all.
Kaiser ignored him.
He felt that this ace from Man City was too childish. A football match was not a sport for proving one's dominance.
He passed the ball back to Ness and continued to look for scoring opportunities off the ball.
Prince, however, continued to taunt him with a cold look. "Oh, I'm so disappointed, Kaiser. Acting all high and mighty in front of your inferiors, but turning into a cautious coward in front of your superiors. You're at least one dimension below our Man City's Tendou!"
"A small fry like you is destined to never become the world's number one!"
Hearing this, Kaiser was instantly consumed by rage.
The real-world audience, seeing this, immediately spammed "Good roast!" in the bullet comments.
Ever since Kaiser had appeared, his arrogant attitude had annoyed many viewers.
Prince's performance this time was on the level of a master trash-talker.
"Give me the ball, Ness!" Kaiser ordered Ness to pass the ball back.
He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to personally shut this world's number two up.
Prince sneered.
The three-way duel began just like that. It seemed quite childish, and no one else interfered.
Kaiser received the ball and immediately cut outside, then broke through sideways. Prince saw it, decisively turned, and hit him with a shoulder charge.
"This old parasite!" Kaiser was almost knocked off balance.
This was the quality of the world's number one league; the physical confrontation was a level above the Bundesliga.
He used all his skills.
Isagi could clearly feel that Kaiser's movements had become more agile.
But.
No matter how Kaiser moved, Prince could always keep up with ease, and he even kept spouting trash talk to mess with his opponent's mentality.
Just then.
Seeing Kaiser being constantly bullied by Prince, Noa finally made his move, quickly inserting himself between the two as they were fiercely competing.
But Noa was not the only one to insert himself.
Zzzzt~
A flash of white light zipped past, and Tendou, stepping on lightning, burst into the center of the three, stealing the ball away in an instant.
"So fast. I can clearly see them, but I can't keep up with their lightning-fast physical reactions," Isagi gritted his teeth.
He could see their movements with his eyes, but his body couldn't do it.
This was the professional level!
The combination of body and skill was not something the amateur level could compare to.
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