The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

Chapter 558: Chapter 110: Dribbling Past 4! Retrograde Domain, Activate

It was like he’d been completely reborn!

’My God!’

Wang Shuo glanced at the others around him. Teammates and opponents alike, every single one of them was flagging.

’Makes sense.’

’The match is already in its 84th minute. Everyone’s pretty much spent.’

’Now, it’s my turn!’ A sharp glint flashed in Wang Shuo’s eyes.

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A Dortmund pass was intercepted by Stuttgart.

But the Bumblebees quickly won the ball back.

Foyelner, who had come on to replace Kuba, received the ball on the right wing near the halfway line in their own half and was immediately boxed in.

He passed back to Piszczek, who then passed it to Gundogan.

But Stuttgart was pressing nearby. Gundogan couldn’t find an open lane and passed back to Foyelner on the right touchline.

Just as Foyelner received the ball and two Stuttgart defenders were closing in, Wang Shuo appeared behind them like a saving grace.

"Marcus, here!"

Foyelner saw the yellow jersey and heard Wang Shuo’s familiar voice, passing the ball without a second thought.

Wang Shuo had dropped back quickly.

Even before he did, he had already planned his entire route.

As the ball arrived, with his back to the center circle, he took a touch forward with the outside of his left foot.

Before the Stuttgart defenders could even react, Wang Shuo shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, crossing the halfway line in an instant.

Once Wang Shuo took off, he instantly hit top speed and kept accelerating.

And he was completely surrounded by Stuttgart defenders.

Especially Boka and Tretsch, who were chasing him from behind.

"Damn it, it’s the 85th minute! Where is he getting this energy from?" Tretsch was stunned.

But the Stuttgart defensive midfielder was drained of stamina. He couldn’t catch Wang Shuo no matter how hard he tried, and could only watch helplessly as the gap between them widened.

Stuttgart’s left-back, Molinaro, immediately closed in, moving into Wang Shuo’s path to try and force him to slow down.

But Wang Shuo didn’t slow down one bit. He cut the ball to his left with his right foot, bearing down on the tracking midfielder, Kuzmanovic.

The Stuttgart midfielder charged over as well, intending to shoulder-barge Wang Shuo and challenge him physically.

But just then, Wang Shuo gritted his teeth and suddenly accelerated again. He brushed past Kuzmanovic’s shoulder and pulled half a body length ahead, leaving the Stuttgart midfielder’s plan in tatters. All Kuzmanovic could do was give chase.

’Damn it all!’

’He can accelerate *again* at this stage of the game?’

All 80,000-plus fans in Westfalen Stadium were on their feet.

It wasn’t just the fans in the standing section of the South Stand; fans throughout the stadium had shot up from their seats, their nervous eyes glued to the pitch.

After bursting past Kuzmanovic’s defensive zone, Wang Shuo still had more defenders to beat.

Center-back Niedermayer stopped retreating and held his position, intending to block Wang Shuo’s path.

’I can’t let him dribble any further.’

At this very moment, four defenders were chasing Wang Shuo from behind. In front of him was Niedermayer, and alongside Niedermayer was Tashche, who was desperately tracking back.

He was surrounded by Stuttgart players.

But Wang Shuo paid them no mind.

He didn’t know why the Stuttgart players hadn’t fouled him.

Maybe they didn’t have the chance, or maybe in their haste, they simply forgot.

But all he could think about now was carrying the ball forward.

Just keep running!

As he charged into Niedermayer’s defensive zone, Wang Shuo’s eyes locked onto his opponent, watching his every move. He reacted instantly, knocking the ball to Niedermayer’s left while he burst past on the right without losing any speed, brushing right past the defender.

"A beautiful knock-on-and-run!"

"My God, it’s a solo run from Wang Shuo, carrying the ball the length of the pitch!"

"This is unbelievable! It’s the 85th minute, and he still has this much stamina!"

In that moment, Wang Shuo could clearly feel that his endurance and stamina had been fully restored.

Especially as he blew past Niedermayer and saw the last defender, center-back Tashche, charging toward the ball he’d just knocked ahead. He couldn’t think about anything else.

Nearly grinding his teeth to dust, Wang Shuo summoned every last ounce of strength to accelerate after the ball.

"Good God, he’s accelerating again!"

A collective gasp echoed through the stadium.

Wang Shuo burst into the right side of Stuttgart’s penalty area. Using his momentum, he slammed his left shoulder into Tashche.

Tashche, who stood at 1.86 meters, was knocked off balance by Wang Shuo’s charge and failed to make an immediate clearance.

Wang Shuo, however, caught up to the ball and brought it under control with a single touch, his pace slowing slightly.

As Tashche regained his footing and closed in again, Wang Shuo’s mind was a sea of tranquility. He was unnaturally calm, fully aware of everything happening around him.

The details captured by his [Eagle Eye] made him aware of Tashche’s every move.

Wang Shuo timed it perfectly. He suddenly chopped the ball sideways with the inside of his right foot and came to a dead stop.

The ball shot right between the legs of the lunging Tashche.

With that sudden stop, Wang Shuo spun around, neatly evading the defender.

How could the poor Stuttgart center-back have ever expected that Wang Shuo, after sprinting at full tilt the entire way, would suddenly pull a move like that on him inside the penalty box?