My system allows me to copy talents

Hiro didn't hesitate to utilize his skill to scan the field.

Even though he noticed a lot without relying on his skill, Hiro didn't want to hold back. He wanted to make sure he had noted everything correctly.

The field turned into a chess board and the players became the pawns.

Like an omnipotent being who could see everything, Hiro could see the entire field. He was the master of this field and nothing could escape his vision.

'You're sneaking in from behind huh?'

Hiro's lips curled into a smile as something on the field mused him. He couldn't help but feel glad about using the skill.

If he hadn't used the skill, he would have missed something very important.

From the right flank, the opposing right back was speeding to the frontline at a blistering pace. Hiro was familiar with this person.

However, he hadn't faced him before.

The first time he had met this person was during the under-17 World Cup.

'Kang Joon-Seok, you've grown, haven't you?' Hiro sprinted toward Kang Joon-Seok, the opposing right-back.

With every stride he took, he became faster.

Kang Joon-Seok had a rather chiseled face with a sharp jawline. Even though he had a well-proportioned face, the charm remained hidden.

Like the moon, his face was marred with acne scars which obscured his real charm.

However, he never cared about appearance.

He could have got it treated. Yet still, he chose to remain that way. He didn't want things other than football to hinder him.

Hence, he didn't pay much attention to his appearance.

Even while growing up, the others around him cared for their appearance, he didn't. They would duck if they sensed the ball heading to their face. However, he would face them valiantly.

Due to this recklessness, he once got hit in the face.

The strike cut his skin around his forehead. Even now, he still carries the scar.

He believed that football wasn't a weak man's sport.

Those who cared about their appearance shouldn't pick up the game at all.

Kang Joon-Seok had already breached the opposing backline. Meanwhile, Anthony was trying to break through from the right wing.

However, he didn't seem the perfect option to pass.

Hence, Anthony hesitated to pass him. Instead, he chose to venture deeper inside the opposing territory by himself.

He was confident in his skills.

The eyes of the crowd converged on Anthony. The Atletico fans watched him with growing anxiousness. Meanwhile, the Real Betis fans watched him with growing excitement.

He had been their best player. Hence, they had high hopes for him.

Even now, most of them believed he could get through.

Having scored seven goals in the campaign, he was the third-highest goal-scorer in the entire tournament. He only tailed behind Mbappe and Raphinha.

If he could score two more goals he would be tied with Mbappe at the top spot.

However, for that to happen, he would need to get past the Atletico defense. And this task was anything but easy.

While holding the ball, Anthony rolled his eyes to look at the defender before him. He was getting chased from behind. However, he didn't feel bothered by it.

He knew he had to get past the defender before him to poke a hole at the opposing defense.

Desperate, he searched for an opening.

From the gesture of the opponent, he could tell that he wasn't in any rush to stop him. Looking at those eyes, Anthony felt as if the opponent before him was confident in stopping him.

Well, he could tell where his confidence was coming from.

Even though they were under threat, they had covered every opening. Their formation was impeccable.

The more he looked around him, the more aware he became.

He knew he had to be the one to breach their formation. This further fueled his desire to get past the defender before him.

However, he knew he couldn't be hasty about his approach.

The opponent before him was skilled. With years of experience under his wing, he excelled in such scenarios. He couldn't make use of his pace either.

The opponent was familiar with his style of play.

The opponent was maintaining a distance from him. The distance was enough for him to accelerate. However, he couldn't help but doubt the opening.

This opening seemed too good to be true.

The opponent knew about his weapons. So, why would he deliberately allow him to use his weapons? More than an opportunity, it seemed like a trap.

Hence, he hesitated to move.

'What should I do?' Anthony kept exploring his options. 'Wait... Is he simply being cautious?'

He couldn't help but doubt the positioning of the opponent before him. Even though he knew about the other opponent chasing him from behind, he couldn't help but doubt the intention of the opposing defender before him.

For a while, he stalled time.

The ongoing showdown between the two further intensified the match.

Just then Conor who had been chasing Anthony caught up to him. Right then, Gimenez finally acted. He had been waiting for Conor to close the distance.

Sensing the opportunity, Gimenez stepped forward to tackle Anthony.

However, Anthony had been expecting this from the beginning.

The moment Conor swept his leg from behind, he pulled the ball away. Then with an excellent display of footwork, he executed a fancy dribble, leaving both Conor and Gimenez in shock.

The crowd gasped in shock and awe.

Finally, Anthony had managed to breach the almost impeccable fortress of Atletico Madrid.

However, before he could even celebrate, another defender rushed to him, making him flustered. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep the ball this time.

This made his heart heavy.

He was frustrated.

Isn't there any other way?

Just then like the golden rays of sun peeking through the gaps of the dark clouds, Kang Joon-Seok entered his sight.

The sight of Kang Joon-Seok didn't excite him.

However, he knew he was his last option.

Hence, without any sort of hesitation, he managed to land a touch on the ball by extending his legs. The tip of his boot touched the ball sending the ball rolling toward Kang Joon-Seok, leaving the opposing defender in panic.