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Chapter 1155: Chapter 360: Jujutsu Kaisen Stamford Bridge Arc (Part 6)

Mata’s passing skills are quite superb, Huang Kaiwen lifted his left foot while running, easily controlling the ball in front of Cristian Molinaro.

As the distance to the penalty area grew closer, Huang Kaiwen began to slow down, taking small steps with his feet.

Molinaro knew Chiellini was defending Drogba and couldn’t provide him support, so he dared not be careless.

He lowered his center of gravity, facing Huang Kaiwen, his eyes darting up and down, completely unsure whether to focus on Huang Kaiwen’s upper body or his feet.

It was his first time facing a player of Huang Kaiwen’s caliber.

The two were getting closer to the penalty area, and Huang Kaiwen started to make his move.

Huang Kaiwen chose to stand on the right side of the ball, swiftly sliding his left foot over the ball, made half a stepover, then moved towards the baseline with his right foot, but before taking a step, his left leg circled clockwise over the ball with his body weight, his right foot followed to adjust position, then his left foot made another counter-clockwise slide over the ball completing half another stepover.

Huang Kaiwen’s spine seemed to be taken away, his entire body swayed in the wind, making his elusive center of gravity impossible for Molinaro to find a chance to tackle.

Yet he felt relieved in his heart.

They were very close to the baseline, even if Huang Kaiwen was strong, there weren’t many ways to handle the ball from this angle.

At this moment, Huang Kaiwen nudged the ball with his right foot, Molinaro started to move but as a passive defender, he was still a step slower.

In just that instant, Huang Kaiwen’s left foot swung behind his right leg, striking the ball from behind.

An unexpected backheel pass!

Pa—

The Juventus players’ attention was all on Huang Kaiwen, no one noticed Ballack surging forward into the penalty area, the ball flew to the left side of the small box as Ballack charged forward, using his left shoulder to push it, the ball instantly shot into the left side of the goal, rewriting the score once again.

”Saint Kevin!”

”Saint Kevin!”

”Saint Kevin!”

Thunderous cheers erupted at Stamford Bridge Stadium.

Ranieri looked at the indifferent Cardinal and said: ”Your Excellency, this title hasn’t been recognized by the Vatican yet. Since you have come to Stamford Bridge, you should make some gesture.”

Achille Ratti felt even more irritated.

Gesture?

What kind of gesture could he make?

Should he draw a Hexagram on the sidelines to summon Jesus?

But since Ranieri spoke to this extent, he had to do something.

Achille Ratti was silent for a few seconds then said: ”I assure the match won’t be influenced by external factors.”

”That’s great, Your Excellency the Cardinal,” Ranieri said with a smile.

Achille Ratti opened the package he carried and took out a small bottle.

The contents of the bottle, many churches claimed to own completely or partially.

Achille Ratti obtained this from an East Asian person, regardless if it’s real or not, in his possession, it’s real.

Ranieri widened his eyes, unable to recognize the origin of this sacred artifact for a long time, and could only quietly ask: ”May I ask what this is, Your Excellency the Cardinal?”

”Holy Foreskin!”

Achille Ratti holding the jar walked towards the sidelines, inevitably attracting attention.

Mourinho disdainfully murmured: ”Now everything finds its way to a football stadium.”

”Indeed,” Boas sighed.

He felt a strong desire emanating from the Cardinal.

Such people are easily driven by desire.

It seems today’s match won’t end simply.

Faria leaned over and said: ”That’s the Cardinal, will it affect us?”

”Of course not, because God favors Kevin more,” Mourinho said.

”Jose, I’m going to the restroom.” Boas whispered.

Faria waved his hand dismissively, saying: ”I’ve told you, find some time to see a doctor...”

Boas ignored Faria, touching his lower back as he walked towards the player tunnel.

Earlier at Abramovich’s charity banquet, he sensed an unusual magical power emanating from an item and bid high to acquire it.

Boas retrieved a folding fan from his waist, and as he entered the tunnel, he immediately flicked his wrist.

The entire fan unfolded, with two powerful lines written in traditional script: The earth anchors high ridges, a majestic view flows forever; the gate toward the sea, river gorge waters flow for millennia...