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Chapter 428 Young Master Mang's inhuman goal, scouts are already scrambling to sign him.

Milia, feeling her way blindly, asked softly, "Excuse me, is that the goal in front of us?"

Kudo, seemingly out of nowhere, suddenly replied, "No, this way, the goal is behind you."

He wanted to slap himself as soon as he finished speaking. Didn't he just reveal his location with his words?

To everyone's surprise, Milia politely replied, "Thank you."

After saying that, he turned and left in the dark.

Kudo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in astonishment: "He actually believed it?"

The entire audience gasped in surprise, letting out a unified exclamation: "Huh?"

The voices were clear and resonant, expressing the doubts of tens of thousands of people.

The commentator exclaimed, "I don't know why, but the Hamburg player suddenly turned around! Did he lose his way? I don't know why, but I feel like I'm not commentating on a football match, but on a very novel sport."

"Sometimes it's like basketball, sometimes like rugby, sometimes like acrobatics, and sometimes like the Paralympics."

"Coodo, this is a great opportunity! Hurry up and go for the ball!"

Kudo was hesitating whether to make a move when Mang Ershao suddenly intervened.

"Give me the ball!"

Milia, feeling around blindly, called out anxiously, "Where are you?"

"Just put the ball down!"

The soccer ball slid down Milia's face, leaving its imprint on her skin, allowing her to finally see what was happening before her.

"The goal isn't this way either? That guy lied to me, how awful!"

Seeing this, Kudo quickly stepped forward to grab it.

He and the second young master rushed towards the football at the same time.

The audience was thrilled and stood up, eagerly anticipating who would get the ball.

The commentator excitedly exclaimed, "The ball finally came down! There are ball marks on his face!"

"Both players are about to scramble for the ball; who will win?"

"Although Coutinho is a bit slower, he has already set up a blocking stance. Even if the opponent touches the ball half a second earlier, the ball will only hit him."

"In that fleeting half-second, what else could the Hamburg players do besides shoot?"

As expected, Young Master Mang touched the ball with his toe first, but at this moment, Curry was already rushing towards him, his whole body spread out, blocking all of Young Master Mang's angles.

Kudo was confident that he had blocked all the angles, while his opponent only had half a second to touch the ball. Half a second is only enough time to complete one action. His opponent's leg was already fully extended, and there was no possibility of anything except a rash shot.

"I'm determined to get this ball!"

Young Master Mang touched the ball with his toe, and the ball bounced out, only to be blocked by Curry's body.

Kudo's joy lasted only half a second before the young master's other leg shot out from behind like a scorpion's tail, striking the football that bounced off Kudo and sending it into the goal.

The entire stadium erupted in cheers, with fans jumping for joy, the sound of which shook the stadium as if an earthquake had struck.

Several trees that had been entangled with people were snapped by the excited fans. Curry stared incredulously at the monster before him, as if his eyes were playing tricks on him, unable to see the other's movements clearly at all.

Almost the instant his front foot landed and he hadn't even regained his footing, Young Master Mang completed his back kick.

The Royals' teammates were utterly shocked. Manelli even tried to replicate the move, almost falling to the ground while doing a split.

Even the bald head coach was impressed by the opponent's brilliant move, so much so that he held his head in astonishment, his eyes wide open, unable to utter a word.

The commentator was so shocked he stammered, "What, what happened? The movement was too fast, I don't think I saw it clearly. How did the ball suddenly go in? I only saw a blur of the Hamburg striker."

"Director, could you please show us footage from the high-speed camera?"

The broadcast screen began to slow down the actions of the Second Young Master Mang.

He first extended his right foot forward to complete a poking shot, the ball hitting Cudo and deflecting upwards.

Before the young master could even regain his footing, he hooked his back foot backward like a scorpion's tail and shot the ball into the net.

The entire sequence of actions takes only 0.07 seconds, and even in slow motion, it appears very smooth and fast, looking no different from a video at normal speed.

The commentator exclaimed, "It's hard to imagine how a human can complete such a fast, coordinated, and difficult move in such a short time. Even at a slow speed, this ball would stump many people. He also had to observe, react, and make the move in less than 0.1 seconds, which is comparable to a computer."

"Most importantly, this movement is so fast that it deceives gravity; if it were even slightly slower, it would have resulted in a split."

"It's no exaggeration to say that this was the most spectacular shot I've ever seen in my life. I think this goal should go down in history, and perhaps many years from now, young fans will look back on it."

Commentator Jenny asked, "Is it really that exaggerated?"

Commentator Cook said with utmost sincerity, "Yes. It's incredible. It reflects the limits of human athletic ability. It's simply a work of art in sports history. I think this move would be a huge hit if it were made into a sports brand or league logo."

"It's hard to imagine that this extraordinary move came from a semi-professional player and a restaurant waiter. But Hamburg has given us a lot of surprises already. I don't know where they found such extraordinary people. It feels like everyone has world-renowned athletic talent."

The score on the field has been changed again, now at 4:1.

"Great! Great! I'm not dreaming! I'm not dreaming!"

The bettor, who had placed a 10:1 bet, excitedly pinched his chubby face, turning his originally fair skin bright red.

The veteran scout standing nearby immediately made a phone call.

"Chairman, you all need to watch this Royal team match right away! I don't have time to report this player yet, you need to see him now, or it will be too late! He'll be snapped up after the match!"

The old man's dismissive voice came from the other end of the phone: "We can take our time evaluating the Royals' players. They're holding onto them and won't let them go easily, even if there's a bidding war. No rush. Wait a minute, isn't their opponent in this match a lower-level team? What's so surprising about them shining against a team like that? With all your experience, why are you making such a fuss?"

The scout said anxiously, "They're not Royals players, they're their opponents. One of them is a striker with incredible physical attributes, and the other goalkeeper is also terrifyingly strong."

The chairman scoffed, "What's so surprising about a semi-professional team? Can they possibly beat the Royals?"

"They can, the score is already 4-1."

The chairman remained relaxed: "Scoring one goal was just luck. Don't be surprised. But half the game is over, and to have only conceded four goals against Royals shows a really good defense. We conceded four last time too."

"The Royals scored the first goal. They are the team that scored four goals."

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(End of this chapter)