10 Minutes to go.
Everyone in the stadium was on the edge of their seats, watching the match with all seriousness.
The Flame Tiger were defending desperately, clearing all the balls that came near their area.
On the sideline, the Flame Tiger gang leader was shouting instructions to his men. His head was filled with perspiration.
This was the tensest moment of his life. He could hear his heart pounding heavily against his chest.
Previously, with two goals to nothing, he believed they had already won the match, but who would have expected a single goal would change the match?
The tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife.
Even their fans' cheers had somehow reduced.
As for the Dust Valley fans and disciples, they held their breath, their hearts pounding with anticipation, their eyes burning with hope.
They only needed a single goal to match the Flame Tiger.
Just a single goal.
