Soccer System: All the Skills, One Player!

[Skill Copy Conditions <Risk Analysis>: Intercept at least three passes from Otto, making him doubt his own analysis skills].

Lucas quickened his pace, concentrating on Otto. The-Team player was skillful, and the way he manipulated the pace of the game gave the A-Team a strategic advantage. Otto rarely made a mistake, his vision was sharp, and he controlled the midfield with the precision of a maestro. However, Lucas knew he had a gap, and his Copying Genius ability had revealed the way.

'Pass Interception... That's what I need to do to stop Otto. I just need to think a bit like him and try to guess where his passes will go.'

Lucas needed to intercept three crucial passes to make Otto question his confidence.

Coach Jimenez's shouts echoed across the pitch, but Lucas filtered out the sound, focusing solely on Otto's movement. He knew that to complete the conditions and copy <Risk Analysis>, he had to be strategic. The first step would be to approach Otto without appearing to be an immediate threat.

Otto received the ball in midfield, turning smoothly. His eyes scanned the field for options. Felix advanced down the right flank, ready for a pass. Lucas noticed the exchange of glances between Otto and Felix and knew that this was the moment.

'This is it.'

With a burst of speed, Lucas cut the line. Otto hesitated for a split second, perhaps not expecting Lucas to be so close. The ball left Otto's foot with force, but Lucas, already on the move, managed to stretch out his leg, intercepting the pass. The ball hit his shin, followed by brief silence, before the players' noise returned.

"Nice one, Lucas!" shouted Nathan from the other end of the pitch, rushing to reposition himself. "Pass it to me!"

Lucas wasted no time. He quickly passed the ball to Nathan, who drove it forward.

Otto frowned, clearly annoyed by the interception.

'One down,' thought Lucas, knowing that he still needed two more interceptions to complete the challenge.

With the attack thwarted by a tackle from an A-Team defender, they regained control of possession, and Otto didn't let this affect his composure.

Otto dropped back to receive a pass from Hillebrand, but Lucas didn't move forward immediately. Instead, he positioned himself in such a way as to block Otto's passing routes, forcing him to think twice. Otto began to feel the weight of the pressure.

Daniel and Luiz Fernando were covering the attacking options in depth, and Nathan was pressing Aidan Perry on the wing so as not to let him offer support.

"Close it down, Lucas! Close him down!" Daniel shouted, gesturing with his arms as he maintained his defensive position. The shout was direct, and Lucas got the message: they needed to suffocate Otto.

Otto tried to send a pass over the top to Raphael, but Lucas had seen it coming. He took a step to the right, reading the game with precision. Otto raised his head and passed, but Lucas was in the way. This time, Lucas took the ball on his chest, feeling the cold leather of the sphere against his body before lowering it onto his right foot.

With one swift movement, he played it to a midfielder, who began to organize Team B's midfield.

As the ball moved quickly to the other side of the pitch, Lucas kept his eyes on Otto. The midfielder was beginning to lose his composure. His upright, confident posture was now a little more bent, and his eyes looked a little disconcerted.

Otto knew that Lucas was reading his movements, and that bothered him.

'Just one more,' thought Lucas, knowing that he was close to completing the conditions for copying the skill.

Otto knew he had to be more careful, so he began to play more conservatively, dropping back and distributing short passes to Hillebrand and Felix. The dynamic of the game changed; Team B's pressure was starting to force mistakes from Team A. Otto was the heart of the opposing team, but now his rhythm was being disrupted. And Lucas was everywhere, like a constant shadow, anticipating their moves.

Team A set up a new attack, moving the ball slowly to avoid pressure. Otto began to retreat, hoping to find an opportunity to launch a decisive pass. Lucas kept his distance, waiting patiently for his chance. Otto received the ball and hesitated for a moment, trying to calculate his next move. Then he spotted Felix again, free on the wing.

It was the obvious move, and Otto, desperate to regain his confidence, sent the ball towards Felix.

Lucas read Otto's intention even before the pass was made. He advanced swiftly, gliding perfectly to intercept the ball for the third time. The interception was clean, and Lucas quickly got to his feet.

Otto's mind finally wavered. He took a step back, looking around, lost. His eyes were wide, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened. That unshakeable confidence had turned to doubt. He didn't have an exceptional physique; he wasn't good at finishing, and he wasn't good defensively either.

'My only weapon is my vision, and I'm losing out on that? Does that mean I won't get through this sieve?'

Lucas saw the uncertainty on Otto's face and smiled, knowing that he had completed the challenge.

[The conditions for copying the skill <Risk Analysis> have been met. Do you wish to copy the skill now?]

[Copy conditions met.]

[Skill <Risk Analysis> acquired.]

[<Risk Analysis> released.]

[The mission "Eagle Eyes" has been granted].

[Main Mission Completed.]

[You have earned the following rewards: +50 Star Points; +1 Epic Loot Box; +500 Credits].

Lucas looked up with sweat dripping down his forehead and his chest rising and falling at a frantic pace. It was harder to intercept those passes than he made it look.

That lost look on Otto's face, the expression of uncertainty, as if his confidence had been ripped away with each cut pass, was proof that Lucas' plan had worked.

On the side of the pitch, coach Jimenez watched the scene with a twinkle in his eye. He muttered to himself, amazed at Lucas' cunning.

"Very clever, kid..." said Jimenez, with a discreet smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

"What did you say, boss?" asked one of his assistants, looking up from the tactical clipboard he had been scribbling on during the game.

Jimenez shook his head slightly, still smiling, and glared at the assistant, as if he was missing the best show of the afternoon.

"Take your eyes off that clipboard and pay more attention to the pitch." He crossed his arms. "This game is very entertaining."

Meanwhile, on the pitch, the ball was with Lucas, who had already repositioned himself at left-back.

Team B had regained possession, and he needed to increase the score, preferably by scoring a goal of his own, to take advantage of his opponent's momentary disorganization. However, there was one player who was more alert than he looked: Felix. The bald boy, with his serious expression and robust body, advanced towards Lucas from his position in midfield.

Running diagonally across the pitch, he quickly closed the gap and forced Lucas to stop.

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"I saw what you did to Otto. I didn't like that at all. We're not enemies here," said Felix as he blocked the pass.

Lucas put his right foot on the ball. "Rubbish. We're competing. This is soccer, not group therapy."

Felix snorted, his jaw tense as he stared at Lucas with an icy stare.

"I won't let you do that again." Felix narrowed his eyes. "Now, my only target here is you."

With his broad muscles and imposing stance, Felix blocked any attempt by Lucas to gain more ground.

Lucas knew that the only way to escape his mark would be to attempt a dribble. His body leaned to the right to try to trick Felix into going, and then he cut back to the left and attempted a cross into the box. However, Felix was not just any player. His wingspan allowed him to cover great distances quickly, and his intelligence on the pitch was equal to the situation.

He read Lucas' intention and reacted immediately, using his body to block the path. The clash between the two was inevitable. Felix used the weight of his strong physique to push Lucas, enough to destabilize him without committing a foul, but strong enough to send a clear message.

Lucas staggered, but managed to stay on his feet and keep control of the ball. He tried once more to advance, turning his body to create an angle, but Felix was there, ready for any move.

"It's not going to be that easy, kid. You took Otto out of the game, but it's going to be different with me."

Lucas gritted his teeth, annoyed.

Felix wasn't just physically strong; he had an incredible reading of the game. It was like trying to get past a wall that was constantly changing position to block your advance. Every time Lucas thought he had found a gap, Felix was there, anticipating the next move. However, Lucas didn't need to try to find an answer on his own, after all, he had just gained a skill that could help him with that.

'That's it! It's the perfect time to use <Risk Analysis>!'n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om