Ryonan VS Ipponming (2)

The players' breathing gradually fell into sync as the coach continued, "So you can't let your guard down in the slightest. Don't let them dictate the pace, and don't even think about going head-to-head with them. Avoid direct clashes whenever possible."

Ichibon High School's players stood in a row and answered in unison with solemn expressions.

As Ichibon High School's coach gave his pregame talk, his gaze involuntarily shifted toward Ryonan's bench. The next second, however, his eyes froze. A red-haired boy sat on the bench, surrounded by Ryonan's starting players, apparently saying something to them.

This looked so much like what I was just doing. A pregame talk?

The Ichibon High School coach's pupils abruptly contracted. That was Ryonan's first-year captain.

He muttered inwardly, his emotions far from calm.

He had heard that Ryonan's captain was a first-year newcomer, but rumors were one thing and seeing it in person was another. He found it hard to believe.

From Chi Tong, he could not see even the slightest trace of a first-year's immaturity or impetuosity. Instead, the boy carried the air of a hardened veteran who had fought countless battles.

The Ichibon High School coach's heart sank.

Over his many years of coaching, he had trained countless players and seen no shortage of geniuses, but he had never seen a first-year radiate such an almost monstrous aura.

Before long, both teams finished warming up and took their places around the center circle in their respective halves. The game was about to begin.

Uozumi stood 202 centimeters tall, broad-shouldered and powerfully built, his muscles seeming forged from steel. Steady as a mountain, he looked coldly down at his opponent. Sasagi Shota stood 193 centimeters tall. He was tall himself, yet before Uozumi, he somehow felt suppressed.

That pressure was nothing else