This happened in parallel with Mamoru taking over the left side. At the same time, Park Han-Gyeol stepped back to the far post, letting his other two teammates occupy the six-yard box. It wasn’t him being generous, but the Korean striker knew that people’s attention was completely on Mamoru right now.

He could’ve insisted on going to that small box and diverted more attention, but that wouldn’t have had a more positive effect than having the other two do that. Hell, if anything, with three strikers being concentrated in one spot, it would only lower their chance to get the ball there.

No, instead of doing that, it was better for him to act as Robin, letting the Batman of the team take over the whole section. Then, once he slipped from everyone’s eyes, once his trusted companion had already wreaked enough havoc on the left side, that was when the Korean striker knew that he had to take action.

’Now!’

Thud!

The moment Mamoru sent a cut-back pass far from the six-yard box, probably even closer to the cross the penalty box, and went to the other side of the flank, Han-Gyeol popped out of nowhere. He beat Jun, who was trying to reach for the ball with one foot, jumping straight in front of the ball before slamming it with his left foot.

BAM!

The boy showed his top quality by sending a powerful missile even with his weaker foot. Unfortunately, it didn’t float that high, still within Higo’s reach. As a result, even though the shot managed to get through Jun and Kuroki on the back, the boy still managed to tip it with his fingers, deflecting the ball outside of the pitch.

".... FUUUUCK!" Han-Gyeol roared a curse when he saw this, his frustration reaching its peak. "Again?! How could he always be able to save that shit?! This should be a fucking cheating!" He crashed out, his breath panting heavily.

It wasn’t just him, even Mamoru, who was still lying on the ground on the sideline with his chest rising rapidly, punched the ground a little, his expression turned ugly. This should be the team’s best chance, and even Han-Gyeol’s execution was perfect in his eyes. However, somehow, that iron wall still stood taller than ever, denying them the goal they had been waiting for.

Higo himself was also in a similar position, still lying on the ground after making that diving save a moment ago. However, the boy was so dumbfounded when he heard Han-Gyeol’s roar, and a wry smile formed a little as he shrugged helplessly.

"This should be the third time you cause the opponent’s striker to crash out, eh?" Kuroki suddenly appeared, lending a hand to help him get up. "From Hiroki Kawabe, Jui Hata, and now Park Han-Gyeol, this is going to help you build a reputation, you know?" He said it with a straight face, but a glint of mischievousness flashed on his face.

In the end, Higo just had the corner of his mouth twitching a little before saying, "It is not my fault that they are too weak mentally, crashing out at the first sight of difficulty. Anyway, don’t think too much about it. Get ready, their corner kick is about to arrive."

Honestly, if the other strikers heard what he said, they would go down to the pitch immediately to beat him down. After all, who was unfamiliar with a normal difficulty? Everyone was used to facing a good goalkeeper every now and then, and while they wouldn’t always be able to score a goal, at least the frustration wouldn’t be at its peak like this.

Higo was more like a special case, a huge wall that sent despair to the opponent’s players. Two foreign strikers had already suffered from his hand, Yuwell Carlson and Park Han-Gyeol, and with the second-best player in the country, Hiroki Kawabe, being on the same list, Higo’s resume sure was quite glamorous.

Still, the boy couldn’t care less about that right now. No, his attention was completely on the corner kick next, and no amount of crash out from the opponent would be enough to distract him. The boy knew that while Han-Gyeol’s threat was there, the hidden one was more dangerous. He could see a glint of madness flashing on Mamoru’s face, and the boy knew for sure that the next attack would be crazier.

’I have to get ready here.’

Even though the corner kick managed to get cleared away by Kazawa, the ball fell onto Shimizu Higashi’s side once again. This time, Miki Yamane got it, and after glancing toward the box for a second to attract Hiroshi’s reaction, the boy faked the cross and pushed the ball far forward, penetrating the flank once again.

"Shit! That side again?! Denji!"

"I get it! I get it!" With jersey drenched in sweat, Denji followed Miki Yamane closely, not daring to give the opponent’s captain any room to cross.

However, the captain seemed to be just another distraction. Once he managed to drag two players to his side, Miki Yamane didn’t even look behind, just rolling the ball back with his sole. This caught Denji and Ishinori off guard, and their face got paler instantly when they noticed that the worst player possible for them got the ball.

"FUCK! THAT’S MAMORU SUZUKI!"

"GET HIM DOWN!"

Those two turned around quickly, and hell, even Fujinaga also rushed to cover the blank space there. However, what happened next was the exact replay of the last attack. Mamoru showed off his ball-keeping ability, using his agile feet to guide the ball through the crowd before escaping in one breath.

The only difference, though, was that before, Mamoru got pushed to the sideline; now, his dribble allowed the boy to cut inside, giving him the best angle to take a shot. Even without his clairvoyant ability, Higo could foresee that the next one to come was going to be dangerous, so the boy shifted his body a little toward the far post for any curl shot there.

However, all the vision inside his head got rewritten in the next second with a new one, and the next thing he knew, Higo cursed out loud as he took a brake, diving into the opposite direction instantly.

’FUCK!’