Chapter 261: Earthshattering!!
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261 Earthshattering!!
Although it doesn't seem much of a difference, however every single stat difference is infact quite massive.
For example a defender with 81 defending would find it quite troublesome to defend against a striker with 82 dribbling despite the gap between their stat being separated by only a measley one point.
In the same way now against those semi-professional players, Hiro who had the stat of professional players, he's probability of scoring from that freekick was more than 90 percent right now.
Meaning Hiro would miss only one shot out ten shots he fired right now.
It was as if a team from 3rd division of professional football league was facing against a player of first division.
Looking at the screen, Hiro subtly lifted the corner of his mouth and revealed a slight grin. At the same time, his eyes glowed with satisfaction as he let out a gust of turbid air.
With small nimble steps, Hiro then rushed towards the ball as he started his run-up.
The grass beneath his feet deformed into pathetic state while trying to shoulder Hiro's body weight.
Unable to withstand the pressure, few strands of grass even got swept away under his feet.
Warm breathe released by countless people coupled with the constant heat coming from the blazing sphere hanging freely at the azure vast expanse, temperature around the stadium was quite hot right now.
It didn't take Hiro long to finish his run-up. And as Hiro got close to the ball, he tilted his body a little while stretching his left leg to his utmost limit.
Because of his newly obtained skill, his pre-posture had improved significantly. Thus right now his body was perfectly positioned in a way to bring maximum shooting power.
Although this posture and movement was creating large amount of pressure on his legs and was putting a lot of strain to his lower spine and legs, however because of the usage of the skill "Fireball Shot", his pressure was negating by itself.
If such movements were to be executed by other players, overtime they'd either deteriorate their reflexes or get inflicted with a serious injury.
Just like a bow stretched to it's utmost limit, at this moment Hiro's left leg had also stretched to it's utmost limit.
At this moment, the whole stadium transformed into a huge colloseum and shook with the sounds of celebration.
Dung!! Dung!!
Along with the cheers of people, sounds of drums also intensified which further made the ambience around the stadium extremely festive.
A sharp contrast to this lively atmosphere, players of Saudi on the other hand looked quite gloomy. As if their vitality was sucked out of their body, most of their complexion had gotten ashen.
Those players who were acting as the wall wearing a stunned expression on their face was dazedly staring at the post.
At the same time, matching the vibe of the stadium players of Japan were rushing towards Hiro with big wide smile on their faces.
Hiro on the other hand was simply standing at his place, staring at the post. His wide-opened eyes were carrying a glint of disbelief while his expressionless face was screaming that even he was having hard time believing that he had scored that goal right now.
'Did... Did I really shoot that ball?' at a world of his own, completely isolated from the lively outer world, Hiro was lost in his own thoughts, doubting his own abilities.
The shot which he demonstrated right now had far surpassed his previous shots he took with the help of his talent Roberto Carlos's Freekick.
This was the true capability of S class skill.
Manager Haruki's eyes opened wide, his mouth agape, right now a fist could fit in his mouth. Sure enough, he was greatly shocked.
As his eyes blinked few times, he finally shut his mouth before opening it again.
"Did... Did anyone record the speed of the ball?" Manager Haruki who was standing at the sidelines uttered with great difficulty.
The players seated behind him were jumping to and fro, hugging and clasping hands, shouting at the top of their voice, celebrating the goal scored by Hiro.
Kazan on the other hand, although his eyes reflected a glint of surprise was the only person with unchanged expression in that area right now.
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261 Earthshattering!!
Although it doesn't seem much of a difference, however every single stat difference is infact quite massive.
For example a defender with 81 defending would find it quite troublesome to defend against a striker with 82 dribbling despite the gap between their stat being separated by only a measley one point.
In the same way now against those semi-professional players, Hiro who had the stat of professional players, he's probability of scoring from that freekick was more than 90 percent right now.
Meaning Hiro would miss only one shot out ten shots he fired right now.
It was as if a team from 3rd division of professional football league was facing against a player of first division.
Looking at the screen, Hiro subtly lifted the corner of his mouth and revealed a slight grin. At the same time, his eyes glowed with satisfaction as he let out a gust of turbid air.
With small nimble steps, Hiro then rushed towards the ball as he started his run-up.
The grass beneath his feet deformed into pathetic state while trying to shoulder Hiro's body weight.
Unable to withstand the pressure, few strands of grass even got swept away under his feet.
Warm breathe released by countless people coupled with the constant heat coming from the blazing sphere hanging freely at the azure vast expanse, temperature around the stadium was quite hot right now.
It didn't take Hiro long to finish his run-up. And as Hiro got close to the ball, he tilted his body a little while stretching his left leg to his utmost limit.
Because of his newly obtained skill, his pre-posture had improved significantly. Thus right now his body was perfectly positioned in a way to bring maximum shooting power.
Although this posture and movement was creating large amount of pressure on his legs and was putting a lot of strain to his lower spine and legs, however because of the usage of the skill "Fireball Shot", his pressure was negating by itself.
If such movements were to be executed by other players, overtime they'd either deteriorate their reflexes or get inflicted with a serious injury.
Just like a bow stretched to it's utmost limit, at this moment Hiro's left leg had also stretched to it's utmost limit.
At this moment, the whole stadium transformed into a huge colloseum and shook with the sounds of celebration.
Dung!! Dung!!
Along with the cheers of people, sounds of drums also intensified which further made the ambience around the stadium extremely festive.
A sharp contrast to this lively atmosphere, players of Saudi on the other hand looked quite gloomy. As if their vitality was sucked out of their body, most of their complexion had gotten ashen.
Those players who were acting as the wall wearing a stunned expression on their face was dazedly staring at the post.
At the same time, matching the vibe of the stadium players of Japan were rushing towards Hiro with big wide smile on their faces.
Hiro on the other hand was simply standing at his place, staring at the post. His wide-opened eyes were carrying a glint of disbelief while his expressionless face was screaming that even he was having hard time believing that he had scored that goal right now.
'Did... Did I really shoot that ball?' at a world of his own, completely isolated from the lively outer world, Hiro was lost in his own thoughts, doubting his own abilities.
The shot which he demonstrated right now had far surpassed his previous shots he took with the help of his talent Roberto Carlos's Freekick.
This was the true capability of S class skill.
Manager Haruki's eyes opened wide, his mouth agape, right now a fist could fit in his mouth. Sure enough, he was greatly shocked.
As his eyes blinked few times, he finally shut his mouth before opening it again.
"Did... Did anyone record the speed of the ball?" Manager Haruki who was standing at the sidelines uttered with great difficulty.
The players seated behind him were jumping to and fro, hugging and clasping hands, shouting at the top of their voice, celebrating the goal scored by Hiro.
Kazan on the other hand, although his eyes reflected a glint of surprise was the only person with unchanged expression in that area right now.
261 Earthshattering!! Although it doesn't seem much of a difference, however every single stat difference is infact quite massive. For example a defender with 81 defending would find it quite troublesome to defend against a striker with 82 dribbling despite the gap between their stat being separated by only a measley one point. In the same way now against those semi-professional players, Hiro who had the stat of professional players, he's probability of scoring from that freekick was more than 90 percent right now. Meaning Hiro would miss only one shot out ten shots he fired right now. It was as if a team from 3rd division of professional football league was facing against a player of first division. Looking at the screen, Hiro subtly lifted the corner of his mouth and revealed a slight grin. At the same time, his eyes glowed with satisfaction as he let out a gust of turbid air. With small nimble steps, Hiro then rushed towards the ball as he started his run-up. The grass beneath his feet deformed into pathetic state while trying to shoulder Hiro's body weight. Unable to withstand the pressure, few strands of grass even got swept away under his feet. Warm breathe released by countless people coupled with the constant heat coming from the blazing sphere hanging freely at the azure vast expanse, temperature around the stadium was quite hot right now. It didn't take Hiro long to finish his run-up. And as Hiro got close to the ball, he tilted his body a little while stretching his left leg to his utmost limit. Because of his newly obtained skill, his pre-posture had improved significantly. Thus right now his body was perfectly positioned in a way to bring maximum shooting power. Although this posture and movement was creating large amount of pressure on his legs and was putting a lot of strain to his lower spine and legs, however because of the usage of the skill "Fireball Shot", his pressure was negating by itself. If such movements were to be executed by other players, overtime they'd either deteriorate their reflexes or get inflicted with a serious injury. Just like a bow stretched to it's utmost limit, at this moment Hiro's left leg had also stretched to it's utmost limit. At this moment, the whole stadium transformed into a huge colloseum and shook with the sounds of celebration. Dung!! Dung!! Along with the cheers of people, sounds of drums also intensified which further made the ambience around the stadium extremely festive. A sharp contrast to this lively atmosphere, players of Saudi on the other hand looked quite gloomy. As if their vitality was sucked out of their body, most of their complexion had gotten ashen. Those players who were acting as the wall wearing a stunned expression on their face was dazedly staring at the post. At the same time, matching the vibe of the stadium players of Japan were rushing towards Hiro with big wide smile on their faces. Hiro on the other hand was simply standing at his place, staring at the post. His wide-opened eyes were carrying a glint of disbelief while his expressionless face was screaming that even he was having hard time believing that he had scored that goal right now. 'Did... Did I really shoot that ball?' at a world of his own, completely isolated from the lively outer world, Hiro was lost in his own thoughts, doubting his own abilities. The shot which he demonstrated right now had far surpassed his previous shots he took with the help of his talent Roberto Carlos's Freekick. This was the true capability of S class skill. Manager Haruki's eyes opened wide, his mouth agape, right now a fist could fit in his mouth. Sure enough, he was greatly shocked. As his eyes blinked few times, he finally shut his mouth before opening it again. "Did... Did anyone record the speed of the ball?" Manager Haruki who was standing at the sidelines uttered with great difficulty. The players seated behind him were jumping to and fro, hugging and clasping hands, shouting at the top of their voice, celebrating the goal scored by Hiro. Kazan on the other hand, although his eyes reflected a glint of surprise was the only person with unchanged expression in that area right now.
