Strength lv2 and Long Shot lv3!

Strength lv2 and Long Shot lv3!

The empty gym was neat and brightly lit.

Maël lay in the corner by the turn in the wall, eyes closed as he laughed to himself, letting out a few delighted howls now and then.

It was nearly midnight anyway, and no one was around here. There was naturally nothing wrong with letting off a little emotion.

Skill: Muscle lv2

Proficiency: (1/800)

Effect: After long-term training, most of your excess fat has been refined away, and your muscles have gradually grown. You are slowly taking on the beginnings of strength, and your ability in physical duels has greatly increased!

Strength leveling up to lv2 was the reason Maël felt so exhilarated. After nearly twenty days of hard work, he had finally grinded one of his Physical Attributes to an upgrade.

That sense of achievement and satisfaction was hard to put into words.

It was as if every bit of effort had been utterly worthwhile; the broad road ahead grew clearer and clearer, and success drew closer and closer.

Originally, Maël had planned to raise Long Shot and Strength to lv3 and lv2 respectively tomorrow.

But just now, seeing that he was so close, he still could not resist training a little longer, directly completing the upgrade today.

"The improvement is obvious, even more obvious than the improvement to Long Shot."

After resting for a while, Maël got up and moved his body around. He could feel the flab in several parts of his body slowly disappearing, replaced by lean muscle.

Do not think that this kind of lean build, which did not look particularly bulky, had poor ability in physical duels. On the contrary, it represented exceptional muscle density and force.

Even if he could not compare to those famous Body Monsters on the professional stage, it was enough to knock over some people with average physicality.

"With this, once I step onto the pitch, I'll be much more confident."

Maël smiled faintly. Like Long Shot, physical confrontation was also a direct and visible ability.

He believed this would directly affect his match performance, making him stand out even more on the pitch.

Tomorrow, he would upgrade Long Shot to lv3, then quietly wait for the match against Liverpool to arrive!

"It's just that I don't know why every level has a different name?" Maël started thinking about all sorts of random things now that he was "full."

He was actually a little expectant. Once these abilities were raised to lv5, what names would they have? Picking up his water cup and draping his clothes over his shoulder, Maël gathered up the trash he had made and headed toward the door.

He started humming a tune again, until he walked out onto the asphalt road outside the gym. When he looked up, he suddenly stopped in astonishment, as if he had seen something.

That tall figure striding away at the end of the road looked like Mr. Wenger? Like most fans, Maël held deep admiration and affection for Arsenal's legendary meritorious manager Wenger, while also feeling regret over everything he had encountered in the later stage of his career.

Who would not love such an elegant and graceful handsome old man?

In a certain sense, this helped Maël accept this body, and this club.

"Forget it. I'll definitely meet him in the future."

Maël did not hurry after him. Instead, he watched for a long time, then turned and walked down another road.

The next day, there was only one final day left before the trial players' selection match.

Coach Hans had already made arrangements. Today, they would only train in the morning, with the afternoon off to rest, giving the players time to adjust their condition and prepare for battle.

After morning training ended, he gathered everyone together and laid out tomorrow's Starting Lineup.

"The formation is 4-3-3, with two defensive midfielders. Goalkeeper Hopkins, Left Back Carl, Daniel partnering Ian at center back, Right Back Thiago.

"Defensive midfielders Lampel and Klein, midfielder Gilbert.

"Three forwards, from left to right: Maël, Gabi, and Lewandowski."

Hans held a tactical board in his hand and looked up at the group of trial players. "Aside from the seven of you, this is the Strongest Lineup I can put out. I've done everything I can for you.

"Make sure you perform well and strive to play at your highest level, all right?"

Maël and the others all nodded heavily. Their faces carried expectation, as well as gravity and nervousness.

The cruel elimination would definitely still put a certain amount of psychological pressure on them.

They had all been here for six months. Who wanted to leave in such a hurry and go back to where they had come from?

"Also."

After arranging the formation, Hans straightened his back and smiled. "Let me tell you some good news. Mr. Wenger is very likely to appear at the side of the pitch tomorrow and watch this Friendly Match of yours.

"I hope you seize the opportunity. If you can be picked by the old gentleman, even if it doesn't mean going to the First Team, at the very least it won't be hard to find a Championship team to loan you to."

As soon as these words came out, whether it was Maël's group of trial players or Gilbert's group of squad players, all their faces lit up, and blazing fighting spirit burst from their eyes.

That was Wenger. It was not easy for him to come to the youth team to watch a match!

But where some rejoiced, others worried. Those home-team players who had not made it into the Starting Lineup all wore expressions of incomparable regret.

"Why didn't Mr. Wenger come when I played before, but he comes as soon as these trial players play?" someone said with an ashen face.

"What kind of luck is that? Those brats really got a bargain!" someone said, looking at the trial players with jealousy.

"If you overlap with those seven trial players, then don't even think about it."

Hans's refusal was very straightforward. "I said I would guarantee they play the full match."

After morning training ended, Maël had lunch in the cafeteria, rested for a while, then headed to the pitch.

He didn't plan to train much longer today. His shooting training was only short by the final 6 proficiency points, so a little over an hour should be enough to level it up.

"Come on. Once I'm done training, I'll go straight to rest and conserve my energy for the match."

Maël poured the balls out of the ball bag, then quickly swung his leg and blasted one toward goal, starting his training.

Pale sunlight spilled over Colney Training Base, making one pitch after another look vivid and beautiful, and it shone across Maël as well.

The British Isles were still comfortable at this time of year.

Feeling the breeze brush his face and the sunlight pour down, Maël's mood couldn't help but improve. He trained methodically while also enjoying the comfort of playing football in a scene like this.

A little over an hour slipped by in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

After another shot, a powerful sensation once again surged through Maël's legs, waist, and other parts of his body, leaving him tingling all over.

He knew his long-range shooting had leveled up!

Skill: Brutal Shot lv3

Proficiency: (1/800)

Effect: True steel is forged through countless hammer blows! You find that your long-range shooting has risen to the level of a professional team's heavy cannon, and with slight adjustments, you can occasionally unleash shots of exceptional quality!

The effect of this improvement was extremely obvious.

The level of a professional team's heavy cannon!

Maybe he still couldn't compare with world-famous heavy cannons like Gerrard, Batistuta, and Carlos, but it shouldn't be hard for him to compete with the long-range shooters of lower-table Premier League teams!

"The biggest improvement really is the preparation time."

Maël was slightly excited. Slight adjustments—that meant he could get quite a few chances in every match.

Tomorrow, he would let Liverpool's goalkeeper be the first to try it!