The template of Madoka Kaname: I rose from adversity to the summit.

Chapter 103 The Freest Hanged Man

Yuan Meng is actively preparing for her third consecutive victory.

He has been unable to forget the "flow" state since he last experienced it.

Everything unfolds in slow motion before my eyes, and I have complete control over my opponent's every move. I don't need to exert any effort; my body moves on its own.

The trigger for all of this was Yuan Meng triggering the Dance of Circles.

He wants to replicate it once.

Bill Ward Training Base.

Yuan Meng finished her lunch early.

"Eating so fast?" Vardy advised. "Eating too fast is bad for digestion."

"It's nothing." Yuan Meng waved his hand; eating was no different from drinking water for him.

"By the way, is there a group competition this afternoon?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Yuan Meng smiled mysteriously: "I've learned a new skill, I'll show it to you later."

"What technique?" Vardy asked, intrigued.

"It's a secret, you'll find out soon enough." Yuan Mengxing stormed off.

"Heh, so mysterious, I'd really like to see for myself." Vardy stretched and went to get his treatment.

The schedule in April is packed with matches, with most of them being 7v7 and played in relatively small venues.

The substitutes put on their vests and stood ready.

The substitute team has lost every scrimmage, especially this season, they haven't won a single one.

The substitute players looked at Yuan Meng.

It's all because of him!

In 7v7, Yuan Meng is a monster.

He can't be pulled down, he can't be knocked down, and he shoots accurately. The only thing you can do is defend against him with the center-backs and pray that he doesn't score.

Beep—!

"Give me the ball!" Yuan Meng wanted to try from the very beginning.

Simpson passed the ball over naturally.

Okay, good location!

Yuan Meng took the ball forward with her left foot and charged forward.

Defender Amartey was on high alert; he rarely managed to stop Yuan Meng.

I'm getting into it!

【Dance of the Circle】!

Yuan Meng suddenly spun around to Amatay's left side, and when Amatay caught up, she dribbled with her left foot and broke through on the right.

Amartey gave up; that spike was so fluid, it was practically a work of art.

As expected of Yuan Meng, I concede defeat.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Meng spiked the ball behind her, then turned and followed up with a short, easy shot that grazed Amaterasu's left side.

Amaterasu was filled with rage.

That's a bit impolite!

You'll let it go this time!

Why smash the ball back and then go through it a second time?

Is this an insult to me?

He rushed forward, trying to pull Yuan Meng back.

Just as his hand was about to touch Yuan Meng's clothes, Yuan Meng suddenly pulled the ball back and broke through from the right.

Hey, I can't touch it!

Yuan Meng felt her mind was blank, and this feeling was so good, like an animal acting entirely on instinct.

"What are you doing?!?"

The sudden shout brought Yuan Meng back to reality.

Ranieri stormed up angrily.

"What skill are you showing off?"

"I've said it many times, dribbling needs to be practical!"

"Rhythm and speed, precision and control—that's all there is to dribbling!"

Yuan Meng snapped out of her daze and nodded.

"That's what I think too."

"Then what were you doing just now?" Ranieri questioned.

"Just now?" Yuan Meng recalled her actions. "Oh, I was acting on instinct."

"Boss, this feeling is amazing, so liberating!"

"Fun my ass!" Ranieri slapped Yuan Meng on the back of the head. "You go down and stay there, calm down for a while. Mahrez, come up here."

"Oh." Yuan Meng slowly walked down, still savoring the dribbling she had just performed.

Amathai felt much better after seeing Yuan Meng get a scolding.

Vardy nudged Yuan Meng with his elbow, his expression strange.

"Is this your new skill?"

Yuan Meng nodded: "Isn't it similar to my dribbling when I scored a solo goal?"

"Completely different."

"Huh? How is it different?"

Yuan Meng himself felt the same way; when he had control of the ball, he could move it to any place he wanted.

correct!

Just like when Dembele taught him dribbling, he always had the next move in mind, and all his movements were perfectly connected.

"It's different everywhere."

Vardy recalled Yuan Meng's solo goal in the semi-final, saying it was truly amazing.

"When you dribbled past someone last time, there were no unnecessary movements; every touch of the ball was for the purpose of moving forward."

"This time... it's hard to say."

Yuan Meng put her hand on Vardy's shoulder: "Jamie, just say it, don't hold back."

"This time he was just dribbling around aimlessly, taking advantage of Amartey's inferior physical attributes. He was bound to lose the ball against an experienced defender."

Randomly hooking eight strips?

really?

Yuan Meng tilted her head, lost in thought.

It's definitely true. Vardy's dribbling style is very simple and direct. What he said is definitely not wrong.

Yuan Meng is a studious person who likes to learn from experienced players.

So, the Dance of the Circle still needs improvement.

You can't completely empty your mind, otherwise you'll just do whatever comes to mind and forget to consider more important things.

For example, you need to move forward and shoot quickly —

How could I have forgotten all of this?

Just as Yuan Meng was pondering, the match took a break at halftime.

Mahrez sat down next to Yuan Meng: "Hey, Freedom Bro, how's it going?"

"Brother Freedom? Are you calling me?"

"Otherwise what? Didn't you say you're very free? Do you like this name?"

Yuan Meng shook her head.

"Hehe, it's okay, you'll get used to it."

Is this the legendary team bullying?

Yuan Meng felt ashamed to face anyone.

Ranieri brought Yuan Meng back on in the second half.

He dominated the field, scoring three goals in a row, but he still couldn't shake off the nickname "Freedom Guy".

In the 35th round of the Premier League, Leicester City will play away against West Bromwich Albion.

Neither team was under pressure to avoid relegation, so they played very casually.

"Hey, look, Liberty's got the ball!"

"So fast, so powerful!"

Yuan Meng continued to force her way inside, treating the full-backs like they were nothing.

"Freedom Bro's scoop shot!"

"GOAL!!!!!"

When did Yuan Shen change his name?

Didn't you see the news on Sky Sports?

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What news?

"I'll tell everyone about this."

"Yuan Shen has a mysterious teammate who leaked the information to the media."

"It is said that Yuan Shen was scolded by Ranieri for dribbling erratically during practice."

"Guess what Yuan Shen said?"

What did you say?

He said he felt very free!

【Hahaha-!】

No, I really can't hold it in anymore.

"Yuan Shen is really too brilliant. I don't think I could come up with such an answer in my entire life."

[I discovered long ago that Yuan Shen's brain circuits are different from normal people.]

How did the nickname "Freedom Bro" come about?

"That's a nickname Mahrez gave him."

"How is it?"

I feel this is very apt.

In the second half, Leicester City led by one goal.

Yuan Meng was dominating the game when suddenly a fan shouted.

"Go, Freedom Bro!!!"

Generally speaking, Yuan Meng will automatically block out surrounding interference.

But then, he unconsciously stopped walking, a question flashing through his mind.

"Which idiot spread that nickname?"

On the bench, Amaterasu was laughing heartily while clutching his stomach.

"West Bromwich Albion intercepted the ball; Yuan Shen is sleepwalking."

Ranieri roared in anger, "Yuan, concentrate!"

"Hurry, get back on defense!"

Yuan Meng shook her head. This isn't the time to think about these things. I need to aim for a three-game winning streak!

The wild beasts are chasing back!

Wild beast shovel!

"Great job! Yuan Shen lost the ball himself and then got it back!"

"Leicester City's counterattack."

Leicester City fans erupted in cheers.

"Brother Freedom, you're awesome!!!"

"Aaaaaah—!"

"Don't call me Brother Freedom, it's too embarrassing!"

Yuan Meng charged toward West Bromwich Albion's half with a strange cry, and in the blink of an eye, he had dribbled past two players.

Cross with the outside of the foot

[Proficiency: 50→80 (Minor Mastery)]

"Vardy slots it in!"

"2-0!"

"Match over!"

"Yuan Shen truly lives up to his reputation as the freest man; West Bromwich Albion simply cannot contain him."

[The Road to Victory]

[2/3]

Yuan Meng felt a little better after seeing the progress of the mission.