From Arsenal, Forge the Path to Football God

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The empty Gym was clean and bright.

Maël lay in the corner by the wall, eyes closed, laughing with joy, occasionally letting out a few hearty howls.

Since it was almost midnight and no one was around, it was natural to release his emotions.

[Skill: Muscularity Level 2]

[Proficiency: (1/800)]

[Effect: After prolonged practice, most of your excess fat has been refined, and your muscles have gradually grown, forming a strong foundation. Your combat ability has significantly increased!]

The upgrade to Strength Level 2 was the reason for Maël's joy. After nearly twenty days of effort, he finally managed to level up one of his physical attributes.

This sense of achievement and satisfaction was indescribable.

It felt as if all his efforts were worth it, and the path ahead became clearer, bringing success closer.

Originally, Maël had planned to upgrade Long Shot to Level 3 and Strength to Level 2 the next day.

But seeing the nearness of the goal, he couldn't resist practicing a bit more and completed the upgrade today.

"The improvement is very noticeable, even more so than with Long Shot."

After resting for a while, Maël got up and stretched. He could feel the excess fat in various parts of his body slowly disappearing, replaced by lean muscles.

Don't think that these lean muscles, which don't look particularly bulky, are weak. They represent exceptional muscle density and power.

Even if they can't match the famous physical freaks in professional sports, they are enough to overpower most opponents.

"With this, I'll have more confidence when I step onto the pitch."

Maël smiled slightly. Like Long Shot, combat was a direct and tangible ability.

He believed it would directly impact his performance in matches, making him stand out more on the field.

Tomorrow, he would upgrade Long Shot to Level 3 and then wait for the match against Liverpool!

"I just wonder why each level has a different name?" Maël, feeling satisfied, thought about various things.

He was slightly looking forward to what the names would be when these abilities reached Level 5.

Picking up his water cup and draping his clothes over his shoulder, Maël gathered the trash he had created and headed for the door.

He hummed a tune as he walked, but when he reached the asphalt road outside the Gym, he suddenly stopped in surprise, as if he had seen something.

The tall figure walking briskly at the end of the road seemed to be Mr. Wenger?

Like many fans, Maël had deep admiration and affection for the legendary Arsenal manager Arsène Wenger, and he also felt sorry for what he had gone through in the later stages of his career.

Who wouldn't love such an elegant and dignified old man?

In a way, this helped Maël accept this body and this club.

"Forget it, I'll definitely see him in the future."

Maël didn't rush to follow him but watched for a long time before turning and walking down another path.

The next day, with only one day left before the trial player selection match.

Coach Hans had already made arrangements. Today, there would only be morning training, and the afternoon would be off for the players to rest and prepare.

After the morning training, he gathered everyone together to announce the starting lineup for the next day.

"Formation 4-3-3, with two holding midfielders. Goalkeeper Hopkins, left-back Carl, center-backs Daniel and Ian, right-back Thiago.

"Holding midfielders Lampel and Cline, central midfielder Gilbert.

"Three forwards, from left to right, Maël, Gabi, and Iwandowski."

Hans held a formation board and looked at the trial players. "Besides you seven, this is the strongest lineup I can put out. I've done everything I can to help you.

"Make sure to perform well and strive to show your best level, okay?"

Maël and the others nodded heavily. Their faces showed a mix of anticipation, seriousness, and tension.

The harsh elimination process would certainly put some psychological pressure on them.

They had all been here for six months; who would want to leave so hastily and return to their old places?

"Additionally."

After announcing the lineup, Hans straightened his back and smiled. "I have some good news for you. Mr. Wenger is very likely to be at the match tomorrow, watching this friendly game.

"I hope you seize this opportunity. If he picks you, even if you don't make the first team, finding a Championship team to loan to shouldn't be difficult."

Upon hearing this, the faces of both the trial players like Maël and the regular team players like Gilbert lit up, their eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

That was Wenger! It wasn't easy for him to come and watch a youth team match!

But while some were happy, others were worried. The regular team players who didn't make the starting lineup all looked extremely regretful.

"Why didn't Mr. Wenger come when I was playing, but he comes when these trial players play?" someone's face turned pale.

"What luck, really, these guys got lucky!" someone else looked at the trial players with envy.

"If I were in the same position as those seven trial players, I wouldn't even think about it."

Hans' refusal was straightforward: "I said I would guarantee they play the full match."

After the morning training, Maël had lunch in the cafeteria, rested for a while, and then headed to the pitch.

Today, he didn't plan to practice for too long. He only needed 6 more points of proficiency for his shooting training, and an hour or so should be enough to level up.

"Let's go, finish the training and rest, conserve energy for the match."

Maël poured the balls out of the bag and quickly kicked one, starting his training.

The gentle sunlight shone on the Colney Training Ground, making the fields look vibrant and beautiful, and it also illuminated Maël.

At this time of year, the British Isles were still comfortable.

Feeling the breeze on his face and the sunlight, Maël's mood improved. He trained methodically, enjoying the comfort of playing in such a setting.

An hour passed in a flash.

"Pang!"

After another shot, Maël felt a strong sensation in his legs and waist, and his body tingled.

He knew that Long Shot had leveled up!

[Skill: Powerful Shot Level 3]

[Proficiency: (1/800)]

[Effect: Through rigorous training, you have reached the level of a professional team's heavy hitter. With a slight adjustment, you can occasionally produce excellent shots!]

This time, the improvement was very noticeable.

Professional team heavy hitter level!

It might not match the world-renowned heavy hitters like Gerrard, Batty, or Carlos, but competing with a Premier League lower-tier team's heavy hitter shouldn't be too difficult!

"The biggest improvement is definitely the preparation time."

Maël was slightly excited. A slight adjustment meant he would get many opportunities in each match.

Tomorrow, let the Liverpool goalkeeper feel it first!