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Chapter 409 Milia uses her leg hair to take down her opponent, shocking the entire audience.
Li Ji kicked the ball high into the air, sending it flying across the entire half of the field to the center circle.

Royals' number 2, the tall and imposing black defender Uru, is poised to jump for the ball.

The man whose back was hunched over, as if he had been collecting garbage for thirty years, also came to his side.

The commentator explained, "Hamburg adopted a long-ball tactic, but their striker had to face Uru, the world's best defender, who is 194cm tall and has world-class aerial ability. His opponent is obviously physically inferior to him."

Young Master Mang hunched over, his eyes fixed on the football, sticking out his tongue repeatedly.

"This Hamburg striker doesn't look well physically. Doesn't he need the team doctor to come onto the field?"

The ball fell high into the air, bathed in the afterglow of the sun.

The two jumped at the same time, and Uru's dark head was a whole section higher than Mang Ershao's.

He was even smiling as he jumped, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

Delulu, watching from a distance, yawned, "Useless, all of you are useless, meow. If I could get the ball to my feet, I could definitely kill the game, meow!"

When the ball was only three centimeters from Uru's scalp, a pair of large hands plucked it away.

"drop--"

The bald referee blew his whistle.

"Handball!"

The match is tentatively scheduled.

Young Master Mang held the ball, at a loss for what to do.

Laughter echoed throughout the stadium.

Just as the referee was about to go and take the ball, the young master began dribbling between his legs in full view of everyone.

The soccer ball bounced back and forth beneath his legs with fluid, graceful movements, comparable to a top basketball player.

Give me the ball.

Facing the referee's outstretched hand, Mang Ershao passed the ball over.

Just as the referee was about to touch the ball, Mang Ershao suddenly snatched it back and started dribbling behind his back again.

The whole audience was stunned.

The commentator was momentarily speechless: "This player's behavior is simply unbelievable. Not only did he handle the ball without any reason, but the referee didn't give him a yellow card, opting instead for a verbal warning. Yet, he started dribbling between his legs. I wonder if I'm on a basketball court. He even played games with the referee! He's incredibly arrogant!"

Li Ji stood in front of the goal, utterly dejected.

"What on earth is he doing?"

The bald referee stared wide-eyed at the young master.

While juggling the ball with both hands like he was playing volleyball, the second young master said with a wry smile, "Referee, I didn't do it on purpose. Would you believe me if I said my hands were out of control?"

He switched his hands to automatic mode, but unexpectedly, it went too far.

The referee gritted his teeth and pulled a yellow card from his breast pocket.

"Handball and disrespect for the referee, yellow card warning!"

Young Master Mang slumped down, his arms hanging limply and weakly, swinging wildly as if boneless.

Li Ji was completely stunned: "I shouldn't have such unrealistic fantasies."

The game restarted, and Shark, Mang Ershao, and Dailulu still ran towards the ball like mad dogs.

Royals, on the other hand, easily toyed with them like dogs with just a few simple passes.

Lee Ki had a sense of déjà vu, like watching dogs play frisbee in a park.

But it wasn't easy for him either; the gaps created by his teammates running around like crazy were instantly exploited by the opponent.

The opponent's pass was as precise as a scalpel, piercing through the defense and rolling towards the goal.

Manelli is like a supercar, accelerating instantly.

The big, fat guy next to him, Little John, had just started chasing after him, but stopped after a couple of steps, panting heavily. "Dude, what kind of football are you playing with that build? How did you become a starter?"

Manelli has another shooting opportunity inside the penalty area.

Although Milia was close to him, he used his body to firmly protect the ball. The physically weak Milia was no match for him and was about to be pulled away.

The commentator exclaimed excitedly, "Another chance has appeared! Manelli's physical gifts are simply monstrous; Hamburg's slender defenders have no way to interfere with him. Manelli takes a shot!"

Li Ji got into position, ready to meet the challenge.

Just as Manelli was feeling triumphant, having positioned himself well for the goal and preparing to face off against Lee Ki again.

He swung his right leg, but suddenly felt a strange pulling force on his left foot, as if someone was grabbing his ankle.

As soon as his right leg swung out, his left leg lost its footing, and he kicked the ground, almost doing a split and falling face-first into the mud.

The ball slowly rolled into Li Ji's hands.

"drop--"

The whistle blew again, and the game was interrupted due to a foul.

Manelli got up from the ground and dusted himself off.

He didn't regret missing the chance because he clearly heard the whistle. The opponent fouled him in the penalty area, and he was about to get a penalty kick, while the opponent would receive a second yellow card, or even a red card and be sent off.

He didn't want it to be a red card, otherwise this already one-sided match would become even more boring.

He saw the Asian defender who was thin and had a figure like a woman.

The other person had long hair, and from behind, he almost mistook her for a beautiful woman.

Such a thin defender is almost impossible to find in professional leagues.

Manelli has faced countless tall, strong, and fast defenders, none of whom are absolutely certain they can beat him in physical confrontations, let alone this skinny little boy.

After failing to defend, they often have no choice but to resort to fouls to stop themselves.

It's just a bit strange. The other person was clearly standing, but the feeling just now was like being pulled by hand. How could they do that?
Manelli was already used to his opponents' aggression.

He smiled slightly: "This is the pressure you have to endure on the road to becoming a football king. Everyone will target you, foul you, and try to ruin you. But only if you are strong enough can you break through this difficult path and become the greatest of all time!"

He watched as the referee walked toward the two of them, his hand already reaching into the pocket where he kept his cards.

Manelli said to Milia beside him, "Good luck, hopefully it'll be a yellow card."

The referee pulled out a yellow card and shouted at Manelli, "Diving! Yellow card!"

"Fortunately, it's just a yellow card, you can continue playing." Manelli turned his head and saw the referee holding up a card and looking at him.

"Referee, why are you looking at me like that? You're pointing in the wrong direction; you should be pointing to the spot."

The referee said very seriously, "You flopped."

"What?" Manelli frowned, unable to believe his ears. "How could I fake a fall? He was the one who pulled me."

“I saw it clearly. After he stopped, you fell out on your own. He couldn’t have dragged you with his leg hair, could he?”

Manelli indignantly spread his hands: "How could that be? I've never flopped in my career! Referee, do you want to review the replay? He definitely pulled me!"

Milia glanced at Li Ji, and the two of them chuckled to themselves.

In fact, when Milia was thrown off by Manelli, she secretly turned her slime into leg hair and stuck it to Manelli's leg, making dense knots on his leg hair.

Milia had to firmly plant her legs on the ground to pull Manelli down.

This is the ultimate football skill that Milia mastered after being coached by Li Ji—the leg hair pulling technique.

Manelli pointed angrily at the two of them: "They're both secretly laughing!"

The two quickly put on a forced smile: "No, we just thought it was funny that the leg hair was pulling at people."

(End of this chapter)