"So let's loot this place. It looks like one of the Blazing Medites' bases here in Red City. They'll definitely have something valuable," Kael had said casually, sparks still dancing faintly across his fingertips.

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The next morning, the news hit like wildfire.

"Breaking News! The Blazing Medites' Red City base has been completely annihilated. Although the building remains standing, over fifty elemental fighters inside were killed. The treasury was emptied — fifteen million dollars and countless treasures, all gone!"

Red City was in chaos. Every gang whispered the same name.

And Kael? He was frowning at Samantha, arms crossed. "Tch. They don't even have what I need. I need com—" He caught himself, then quickly corrected, "—no, mayanium. That's what I need."

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Months passed. A storm had raged, and now the calm returned. Kael continued fighting in the arena, but he was rarely paired against elite-ranked elementals anymore. Most bouts were too easy — warm-ups rather than battles.

Three months later, he was one victory away from breaking into the Pro Rank.

Every gang in Red City had approached him with offers — wealth, influence, women, everything. And every time, he turned them down. His rejection shocked everyone. Was Kael-X planning to create his own path instead of bending to anyone?

At school, his legend only grew. In academics, he ranked third — behind Maya and Samantha, who remained untouchable at the top. In football, however, Kael was unmatched. With the highest number of goals and assists, he had single-handedly elevated his team.

The Azure Legends — once a forgotten club — now lived up to their name. Out of seventeen matches in the Red City High Soccer League, they had won all, conceding only five goals in total.

Today was the final clash.

Azure Legends versus Leoplast United.

The stakes couldn't be higher. Leoplast had lost only once all season — a 4–3 thriller in the first leg against Azure. That loss was still a thorn in their pride.

Now, the table stood at Azure – 51 points, Leoplast – 48 points. This was it. The decisive showdown.

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Excitement buzzed through the stadium. Student commentators, one year junior to Kael and Ezra, shouted into crackling microphones, their voices blending with the roar of the crowd.

"It's the clash we've all been waiting for! Kael versus Ezra! Two monsters of the league — only one will be crowned champion!"

Both teams lined up, hearts pounding.

Azure stepped out in striking cyan kits that shimmered under the sun, fiery patterns woven into the fabric that made them look like warriors cloaked in lightning.

Leoplast, meanwhile, wore gleaming golden jerseys, their lion emblem shining proudly. A battle of brilliance against pride.

The teams exchanged handshakes. Kael met Ezra's eyes — Ezra's golden irises burning with determination. Kael, on the other hand, wore his usual calm smirk, brushing his long fringe away from his eyes just enough to look arrogant.

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"Phrreeeeeeet!"

The whistle pierced the air. Kickoff.

Bryan tapped the ball straight to Kael. Instantly, three Azure attackers darted into Leoplast's half, their formation spreading like a hunting pack.

The commentators gasped.

"Azure is opening with their signature tactic again! Straight assault from the first touch!"

Kael didn't rush. He rolled the ball under his boot, feeling the weight of the moment. Then, with a flick, he lifted it, let it bounce once on the turf, and smashed it forward.

The ball soared over the heads of three Leoplast midfielders.

"WHAT?!"

"It's pure showboating! Kael just flipped the ball over the defense like it's nothing!"

The ball dipped perfectly to the wing, spinning down into the path of Azure's winger. The boy didn't even break stride — chest-trapped it, dropped it to his feet, and sprinted down the line.

The crowd erupted, a mix of awe and disbelief.

"Kael starts with magic again! Is he even human?! That pass… no, that vision!"

Leoplast scrambled, their defenders already sprinting back, while Kael jogged casually behind the attack, that cocky smirk never leaving his lips.

The stadium was alive. The final had begun, and the storm named Kael-X was only just warming up.

Azure's winger tore down the flank, cyan jersey fluttering as the crowd roared. But before he could whip in a cross, he squared it infield—

"Intercepted! Leoplast cuts it out clean!"

The stadium groaned.

From that point on, the game descended into a thirty–minute circus of pure ego. Forget shots on target — no, this was artistry, arrogance, and raw skill on display.

Kael and Ezra weren't just playing football; they were performing.

Kael would drop a shoulder, glide past a marker, and roll the ball back just to flick it over the same opponent's head. Ezra would answer instantly — nutmegging a midfielder, then turning back to nutmeg him again. The fans were going insane.

"No goals yet, but who even cares?! This isn't football, it's theatre!" one commentator yelled.

The duel finally came head-to-head. Ezra, golden hair shimmering under the sun, had the ball at his feet. Kael was right in front of him, arms low, watching. The air between them was electric.

Ezra shifted left with a body feint. Kael leaned slightly — Ezra smirked, darting right. For a second, it looked like he'd outfoxed him completely.

"Ezra's past him!"

But no. Kael's leg shot out like lightning, tapping the ball clean away while Ezra kept running forward… without the ball.

"OHHHHH! KAEL JUST HUMILIATED HIM!" The students leapt to their feet.

Ezra spun, jaw clenched, eyes narrowing at Kael who calmly trapped the ball and rolled it back with his heel as if to say, 'Try again, little lion.'

Minutes later, Kael returned the favor. Dribbling through three Leoplast players like they weren't even there, he was about to spin away when Ezra stormed in with a crunching tackle, sliding the ball from his feet.

The crowd exploded again, half cheering, half booing.

"Ezra answers back! It's Kael versus Ezra, toe-to-toe! Forget goals, this is a clash of kings!"

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Then came the 43rd minute.

Kael picked up the ball just inside Leoplast's half. Instead of charging forward, he casually tapped it back to his defensive midfielder. And then, without warning, he sprinted.

Everyone in the stadium knew what was coming.

The DM, without hesitation, lofted a long pass over the golden defense line, straight into Kael's path.

Three defenders leapt desperately to intercept.

Kael didn't slow down. He didn't even look at them.

[Trajectory locked. Timing: 0.7 seconds. Angle adjustment: 12°.] Augustus whispered in his mind.

Kael's body moved like a machine. He leapt, twisting midair, body arching backward. The stadium gasped.

"NO WAY—AN OVERHEAD KICK

?!"

His boot connected. CRACK!

The ball cannoned toward goal like a thunderbolt.

The stadium froze, eyes wide, breaths held—

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