How Terrifying Was Super Anno When He Got Serious?

The match continued.

The air at Etihad Stadium had begun to carry a sense of tension.

Yet neither side dared to relax. There were still thirty minutes left in the match; whoever let up first would be the one to suffer.

The Blue Moon fans in the stands cheered thunderously, while that small patch of red refused to be outdone.

The players battled for every ball on the pitch, while the fans in the stands competed with one another as well.

The young Mbappe became active again.

Not yet nineteen this year, he was overflowing with stamina.

The French youngster kept running in the attacking third, drifting wide one moment and cutting diagonally inside the next, like a wolf prowling outside a sheepfold, patiently searching for an opportunity.

In the 65th minute, Manchester City attacked.

It was De Bruyne again. He received the pass in midfield, and this time, he did not pause to look up. Before receiving the ball, he had already decided what to do with it.

Smack...!

The Belgian swung his leg and sent a long pass straight forward!

The ball arced over half the pitch and dropped behind Liverpool's defensive line.

Mbappe had already taken off in that direction.

Arnold was the first to react.

He had been guarding against this all along.

But by the time he turned and gave chase, Mbappe had already burst three or four meters ahead.

Arnold gritted his teeth and pumped his legs desperately, his studs carving marks into the turf.

His chest heaved like a bellows, and the veins on his forehead stood out clearly.

Even though he had used every ounce of strength he had, the distance between him and Mbappe not only failed to shrink, but grew wider and wider.

*Fuck, he's too fast! There's no way