Chapter 995:


    The Westwind Stadium had undergone two or three expansions and had reached its limit as a massive arena that could amodate twenty thousand spectators. Expanding it any further had be difficult, given the architectural capabilities of the era; this size was already considered the pinnacle of what is possible. To ensure the structures stability, construction workers had even resorted to using earth-based magic for reinforcement.


    At that moment, a high-stakes ser match was about tomence in this enormous stadium.


    The match featured the Chengguang familys team, Chengguang Whirlwinds, squaring off against the Corton familys team, Corton Lions. These two teams had the longest histories in the Westwind Super League, having garnered the most trophies and glory. They were star-studded and beloved by all spectators.


    By then, yers from both teams had already been preparing to take the field. Given that the ser game allowed various offensive and defensive techniques, the level of physicality was extremely high. The yers were permitted to wear basic protective gear, which had to be soft to prevent them from injuring others while trying to get creative with their gear.


    A few teammates walked over and patted Kante on the shoulder, chuckling, Young Master Kante, do you regret retiring from the military to y ser?


    Kanteughed heartily, Whats there to regret? Ever since we defeated the ck Dragon, the Kingdom of Grans military has had no battles to fight. Staying there would mean endless days of repetitive training and patrolling. Id rather retire and enjoy a more vibrant life ying ser.


    Ha-ha, makes sense.


    In fact, most of these teammates had also retired from the military or adventuring, so their experiences were quite simr.


    One teammate quipped, On that note, the neer on the opposing team isnt like us old-timers. He didnt retire from the military or adventuring. Hes someone whos learned ser from scratch.


    Upon hearing this, everyones faces turned serious. The opposing team had a forward who was a new-generation yer, meaning his initial skill training had been solely focused on ser. He had never learned anything else, only how to y ser. These new-generation yers were specially trained talent and not to be underestimated.


    Kante snorted, Dont worry. Ill mark this new generation yer, one-on-one, and shadow him. I dont believe that I, a disciple directly taught by the Godfather, will lose to a kid.


    Considering the new generation yers were mostly young, no older than sixteen or seventeen, referring to them as kids wasnt inappropriate.


    The teammatesughed, Alright, then well leave that new-generation yer to you.


    Thus, everyone got ready, looking forward to the uing match.


    By that time, the music outside had already started ying, and the host was urging the yers from both teams to enter the field. Kante and his dozen or so teammates, along with their coach, had walked out of the locker room. Outside was a crowd that roared like the sea, apanied bymentators shouting with all their might: Here theye, the Chengguang Whirlwind! This is a team with a long history and is the pride of Westwind City!


    He had just spoken a couple of sentences when a guest next to him suddenly leapt up and kicked the host over. Then the guest grabbed the microphone and yelled, Kante, go for it!


    Turning his head, Kante realized that the guest was actually Nuolun Chengguang.


    He couldnt help but break into a sweat: Uncle, what are you doing there? Causing a disturbance?


    Nuolun shouted, Im cheering for you!


    Before he could finish his sentence, the host fought back, pushing Nuolun aside and reiming the microphone. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he said, The person who just grabbed my microphone is a special guest for this match and also a sponsor of the Chengguang Whirlwind. He got a little too excited while cheering for his team, so please forgive his behavior.


    The audience burst intoughter. Who in Westwind Town didnt recognize Baron Nuolun? Although his political career was as worthless as dog poop, being stuck as a minor baron for life, his business acumen was explosive. Known as the Never-promoted Candy Tycoon, he was considered a legendary figure in Westwind Town.


    In any case, after someughter and jest, the game was finally about to begin.


    Members of the Corton LionsTeam started entering the field one after another.


    Kantes gaze immediately locked onto the youngest yer on the opposing team. The yer was only around sixteen or seventeen years old, with a young face clearly untouched by the ravages of battle or underground dungeon encounters. However, everyone knew that it was this new generation that was truly fearsome.


    Old-school yers had no advantage against him; knowledge acquired from fighting monsters or being on the battlefield was useless on the ser field. This was a man born solely to y ser, a true professional yer.


    From a distance, Kante stared at the young yer, who was also looking back at him.


    After locking eyes for three seconds, both teams entered the handshake phase. As the rows of yers shook hands with each other, the young yer whispered to Kante during their handshake, Rich kid, why are you even ying ser? In a bit, Ill show you what its like to face the wrath of the poor.


    Kante thought, Well, this is awkward!


    Although Kante was a wealthy second-generation individual, he was down-to-earth, unlike typical rich kids. But if people resented him for it, he had no choice but to ept it; the poor generally disliked the rich, and there was nothing he could do about it.


    He quietly responded, New generation, dont underestimate us old soldiers! We may not match you in tactics or professionalism, but we have willpower forged on battlefields and an unyielding spirit. If you dont understand that, you still have a lot to learn.


    What kind of willpower can a rich second-generation have? The young yer sneered, On the battlefield, you probably just hid behind others, tagged along with some motley crew, and then inexplicably came back after the war was over, right?


    Kante was speechless.


    The referee loudly called from the side, No private conversations, separate!


    Kante had wanted to defend himself a bit more, but now he couldnt. He had to obey the referee; otherwise, getting a red card would mean he was done for.


    Kickoff!


    With the sound of the referees whistle, the game had started. The position of the new generation kid was forward. As soon as the game began, he had used incredibly agile movements to get the ball and then charged, heading straight for the Chengguang Whirlwinds goal.


    However, Kante had immediately appeared in front of him!


    Kantes position was as a free yer in the backfield. His sole responsibility was to tightly mark the new generation yer.


    The new generation kidughed loudly, Come on, do you think you can hold me back?


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