Chapter 84: Getting Famous

FREEEEEEEEE!!!

The sound of a flute rang out as the orderly groups immediately burst into an incredibly violent run, chasing after the ball at astonishing speed.

Arlo could see how easily they maneuvered the ball around one another, displaying more than enough expertise to make it clear that they weren’t amateurs at whatever this was.

However, his eyes soon narrowed when he realized that his own team was being repeatedly pushed back while the opposing group rapidly closed in on them.

One of the opposing team’s members was especially attention-grabbing.

He effortlessly weaved through the players attempting to tackle him, knocking some of them into the air with such force that they tumbled across the ground several times before coming to a stop.

He was enormous, dwarfing everyone else around him, and before long, he had completely torn through his group’s defense.

The young man finally arrived twenty meters away from Arlo, an evil glint flashing within his eyes.

In the next instant, a massive amount of black mana covered his right leg, more than doubling its destructive power, and then...

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

SOOOOOOOOOOOAR!

The instant the young man struck the ball, it was sent spinning from his feet at a horrifying speed.

VROOOOOOOOOOOM!

Shockwaves rapidly rippled through the air as the flaming object soared straight toward Arlo’s face, causing his jaw to nearly drop when he saw the ball appear just a couple of meters away.

Its ultimate target?

His face!

Arlo could have simply dropped to the ground and avoided the ball, but the sight of the flaming sphere piqued his interest.

Since it was threatening to blow a hole straight through his face, Arlo decided to do something he normally wouldn’t.

BOOOM!

A massive quantity of dark mana instantly surged across both of Arlo’s hands as he leaped into the air, stretching his arms toward the incoming ball.

KABOOOOOOOOOM!

"What the hell!? He dares to take a shot from Silas!!"

"Is he tired of living!?"

The players all roared in shock as the ball violently slammed into Arlo’s mana-covered palm.

A powerful shockwave rippled through the air as the ball spun furiously against his palm, gradually tearing through the mana covering it.

But before it could completely break through, Arlo drove his left knee forward and smashed the ball away, only for the force of the impact to send him flying backward and straight into the post, with the cloth net behind him cushioning his fall.

"What the hell!!! He blocked it!!"

"Shut up, you mongrels! The game is back on!"

The opposing team’s leader roared as his group immediately seized the opportunity, racing toward the other team’s post.

Silas was still too stunned by the fact that his shot had been blocked to react. He simply stared at Arlo, who was slowly rising from the ground.

That brief lapse in concentration was more than enough.

With their entire team so heavily reliant on Silas, his opponents quickly broke through their defense and then...

"GOOOOOAAAALLLLLL!!!"

The roar of the Vorath spectators sitting outside the field rang out as they all jumped to their feet.

Even Arlo’s teammates erupted in cheers, their voices filled with both absolute shock and jubilation.

"Hahahaha, good one, boy. Might I ask what your name is?" the boy who had told Arlo to defend the goal at the cost of his life asked with a beaming smile.

"Arlo..."

"Good one, Arlo. We have around thirty minutes before the match comes to an end.

"All you have to do is make sure the ball never gets past you for the next thirty minutes.

"Well, it might be impossible because Silas now considers you his prey. But I think you’ll be fine, won’t you?" Prescott said as both of them turned their eyes toward Silas.

The ball was currently beneath Silas’ feet, and he stared at Arlo with murderous eyes, a sinister grin stretching across his face.

FREEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The referee’s loud whistle rang out as the group immediately began the second round, and this time, the game was even more violent, with players being sent flying through the air like balloons.

Even when Arlo’s entire group gathered around Silas, the burly young man simply yanked them away from himself and continued advancing toward Arlo before coming to a stop exactly twenty-five meters away.

"If anyone from his team gets near me, I’ll cut off all of your useless dicks!" Silas fiercely threatened his own teammates.

"EEEEE!!!" they cried out in fear before immediately charging toward Arlo’s group, using every ounce of their energy to restrain them and prevent them from interfering with Silas.

"Silas, you bastard! This is unfair! Have you gone blind, referee!!!" Prescott roared while being pinned down by one of the opposing players.

The overly fat young man acting as the referee hurriedly raised the flute to his lips, only to feel a chill run down his spine when he sensed a cold gaze directed at him.

"Blow that damn thing, and you’ll find out just how hard my shots sting!"

"Hehehehehe, I don’t dare. Game’s on!" the fat boy, Bren, said with sweat pouring down his face, causing Arlo’s teammates to grit their teeth in anger.

"You ain’t no referee, Bren. You’re a fucking coward!"

"Hahahaha. Don’t mind the idiots. Now, where were we?"

Silas laughed before turning his attention back toward Arlo.

"You can choose to move away from the post, and I’ll fire my single shot. Then another match begins. Or you can choose to stay there and remain flattened. Your choice?"

An evil glint flashed within Silas’ eyes as he stared at Arlo.

In the next instant, a massive amount of mana erupted from both of Arlo’s palms as he spread his legs apart and stretched his hands wide.

"Bring it on, loser!" Arlo angrily mocked, causing Silas’ eyes to immediately turn red.

"Don’t die on me, idiot!" Silas said before taking three steps backward, his legs erupting with a large quantity of mana.

The next instant, he shot forward with incredible speed, his leg pointing toward the sky as his face came within inches of the ball.

Then, he drew his flaming leg back and violently drove it into the ball.

BAAAAAAAAANG!

An ear-deafening explosion reverberated throughout the entire field and even beyond it the moment Silas’ foot connected with the ball.

The ball immediately burst into flames from the tremendous friction and rapidly shot toward Arlo, its heat intense enough to make him feel a sharp pang of pain across his face.

[This is stupid and a waste of time. Just get out of the way!] The System said with a scoff.

Arlo’s smile only widened.

Instead of retreating, he took a single step backward, sweeping his right arm behind him before...

SOOOOOOOOOOOARRR!

His arm shot forward with incredible speed, creating the mirage of a dozen arms in the air as Arlo violently smashed his right hand forward.

His palm aligned head-on with the incoming ball and immediately sent it hurtling backward!

"IN THE NAME OF HOLY MAMAMIYAA!!!!" Bren, the referee, shouted in shock as he watched Silas’ probably best shot get sent flying straight back toward him.

Even Arlo’s struggling teammates couldn’t help but freeze, their jaws dropping directly to the ground.

Silas’ expression was no exception when he saw the ball flying back toward him.

Yet, rather than becoming angry, his smile only widened as he burst into hearty laughter.

The next instant, he leaped into the air and smashed his right leg into the ball, sending it flying back toward Arlo.

Arlo immediately slammed his left arm forward, sending it back toward him once again.

BAAAAAAAAAAANG!

AAAAAAAAAAAAANG!

BAAAAAAAAAAAANG!

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!

What followed was an incredibly loud series of explosions that rang throughout the entire junior academy as a powerful exchange between a stubborn goalkeeper and a relentless player erupted across the field.

The chairs and tables inside the classrooms vibrated violently, forcing the students to pour out of the various halls just to see what was happening.

And when they saw the source, their jaws dropped as well.

"Wait! Is that not Silas!!?" one student couldn’t help but ask, earning immediate nods from the others.

"And he’s having his shots blocked at such a close distance. Who the hell is that guy!?"

Another student asked as he stared at Arlo, whose hands repeatedly slammed forward with power, sending every shot flying back.

With a single jump, Arlo could even appear at the farthest corner of the post, where he would still intercept the incoming balls.

And through it all, he did everything with a huge smile that never once left his face, completely unfazed beneath the astonished gazes of everyone around him.

’What!? My shots are getting blocked. What the hell is happening to me!!?’ Silas thought, unable to understand how Arlo could withstand so many of his shots while maintaining the same smile.

That realization only pushed him to pour every bit of mana he possessed into his legs, coating them completely as he struck with even greater speed and momentum.

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"Seems like quite the lively break today, doesn’t it?"

A group of staff members could be seen standing on the school’s roof, their eyes fixed on the lively scene below as amused smirks appeared on their faces.

"I’ve truly heard of that Silas. He’s scum..." a female teacher said with blank eyes, causing another male teacher to laugh loudly.

"Nah, he isn’t. He’s a barbarian Vorath, who simply knows how to make good use of his natural bodily gifts."

"Oh, yes, by bullying others, both in sports and in school..." another female teacher added.

The man simply smiled before turning his attention back toward the field.

"Seems like he’s finally going to get his karma today..."