Chapter 565 The Winner Is Clear

• A cool wind slid across the shaded field, snapping the two players’ jerseys like flags. The breeze brought a hint of chill—and the reek of gunpowder in the air.
• A black-and-white ball sat under the foot of the man called Yang the Gator. He wasn’t big or hulking. Paired with that bookish face of his, he almost looked delicate. But his frame was clean-lined, sharp, coiled with force—like a blade ready to pop. No one with a brain would underestimate him.
• His chiseled features and keen, deep eyes locked on Yulian, who stood just as imposing. Their gazes crashed in the air like crossing swords, sparks flying.