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Chapter 909: Completely Demonstrate Your Personal Skills And Strength

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The crowd held their breath in nervous anticipation, waiting for Su Luo to finish the attack. All around the stadium, fans cheered his name.

Su Luo couldn’t wait—he surged forward, feeling the weight of everyone’s hopes pressing on his shoulders.

Thunderous applause and chants erupted from every corner.

“Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!” voices roared from the stands, their energy igniting every player on the pitch.

Then, Su Luo spotted it—an opening at a low angle.

His sharp eyes caught the Cologne goalkeeper stepping slightly off his line.

A perfect opportunity.

No hesitation—his body moved on instinct.

Su Luo raised his leg and swung at the ball.

In the west stand, Emily watched with bated breath, her eyes shining with tears of pride and excitement. Her heart swelled at the sight of her boyfriend fighting for the team’s glory.

“Come on, Su Luo…” she prayed silently.

The ball neared the ground—Su Luo focused every ounce of strength into the strike. He wanted this moment to last forever.

With a flash of power, the ball rocketed off his boot like a bolt of lightning.

The stadium seemed to hold its breath. Time froze—nothing existed except the ball’s flight.

It flew past the goalkeeper, smacked the post, and bounced into the net.

The stands exploded into deafening cheers. Fans leapt to their feet, waving scarves and fists in celebration.

Emily’s excitement overflowed—she waved wildly, shouting, “Yes! You did it!” Pride radiated from her face.

All around, voices rose in awe.

“This is an incredible match!” one fan exclaimed.

“Su Luo is our savior!” another declared.

Moments later, Robert slipped Su Luo a perfect pass. Su Luo glided past a defender as if the man weren’t even there, cutting across the pitch toward the goal while the echoes of the previous celebration still hung in the air.

This time, he didn’t think—he acted.

The ball danced at his feet, spinning and weaving before arcing beautifully through the air.

It seemed almost magnetized, flying unerringly toward the net under the helpless gaze of Cologne’s goalkeeper.

The crowd fell silent again, eyes locked on the ball. Heartbeats pounded in unison.

It sliced through the defense and slammed into the net.

“It’s in!” The referee’s whistle rang out, confirming Su Luo’s hat trick.

The stadium erupted—cheers, screams, applause.

Teammates swarmed him, slapping his back and grinning. To them, he wasn’t just a teammate—he was their hero.

Su Luo high-fived each of them, feeling the warmth of their smiles and the trust they placed in him.

He knew the expectations were huge—on the pitch, and beyond.

Dortmund captain Hagen strode over, smiling as he patted Su Luo’s shoulder.

“You were phenomenal today,” Hagen said. “This match showed your true skill and strength. We’re lucky to have you leading our team.”