Goaaaaal!

A hole appeared in the middle of the field. Through the hole, a striped ball hopped out like a rabbit and appeared between the two men.

"Heh, the ball is mine!"

SwiftStriker23 grinned through his aged teeth and reached out his hand towards the ball. The tips of his fingers were about to touch it.

"Iron Frontal Kick!"

Kiernan's kick went past the striped ball and hit SwiftStriker23 in the chest. The kick was powerful enough to push the middle-aged man backwards several meters.

"Argh!"

SwiftStriker23 moaned in pain as he stumbled backward.

While this was a virtual world, it was possible to feel pain. It wasn't at the level of the reality, but it wasn't going to tickle either.

Kiernan caught the striped ball and turned his sharp gaze straight towards the goal, where the opponent's goalkeeper was waiting to block the shot.

"Good, Kiernan!"