Chapter 221 Chapter 221 The ear splitting cheers of a fully charged crowd reverberated around the surroundings; fans were going crazy for the masters.
Lenâs agility, his hand technique, and the coordination with his team created an air of magic, spellbinding the audience. I couldnât help but praise him for his skill.
He was shooting the puck midâstrike, moving at a record speed. I even suspected him of using steroids for his stamina, as he was practically unstoppable. Attacking relentlessly, he wasnât making any mistake, skillfully increasing the shots in the goal through snapshots and backhands shots, he was aiming low while shooting for precision. For the whole first period, he led over the rink, scoring three goals despite Brightâs teamsâ defensive stance. They were two points behind before the break.
Brightâs struggle in the rink made me feel bad, as if I was the reason he could concentrate on the game. I thought that my stunt would activate his competitive mode. Leo used this tact and convinced Bright for this match, so why my instigation failed, I wasnât sure about the exact reason.
However, when the second period started, I brought out the poster 1 made for Bright and stood up, reliving the days of my ice hockey addiction. I was habitual of attending every match and obsessing over the results, doing this for my exotic fiancé rejuvenated my soul.
He noticed the poster and nodded to acknowledge my best wishes. I disregarded the mediaâs objections of siding with Bright and gave him a shoutâout, pointing out to play aggressively. The defense strategy was brilliant for norm days, but showing your cards was what he had to do right then.
Thankfully, Bright took my word and organized his team. He gifted us an empty net goal, flexing his teamâs combined strength. It was a risky move to pull the goalie in the match, leaving the net unguarded. But capitalizing an offensive pressure was crucial for the win.
This goal proved to be the turning point of the match, as Bright didnât look back after that, scoring two more points in the second period to level the score. His fans were over the moon to see him back in the game.
The result of the match came down to the last period, the nailâbiting situation riveted me to my spot as the teams started playing fiercely. Leo looked at me before hitting the puck, as if promising to win. I prayed in my heart after the fourth point for his team.
âGod, please donât let Leo win. He doesnât deserve the last laugh.â
After so many troubles, my pettyâself was keen to thrash his ego in the rink, ice hockey was something he was proud of. Just like he stole my peace dignity, I wanted the same for him.
So, Brightâs fourth point soothed my taut nerves. I was able to breathe properly.
and Then they attacked each otherâs nets violently, desperate for the lead to seal the deal. But the expert goalies didnât let the puck cross their deadly wall of defense. The clock was running like Usain Bolt to conclude the play time, hitching my heart rate with every passing second.
One goal!
Only a goal was needed to claim the victory, and the goalies made it seem impossible for anyone to achieve it. I could feel the temperature rising in the freezing rink as the players were playing roughly due to frustration. Shoving, hitting, punching, and jabbing the stick became common despite multiple warnings and consequences. The last two minutes of the match were a total rollercoaster.
The puck was waltzing among players, thumping hearts with every move. Leo took it to the net, raising fine hair on the back of my neck, but failed to score. The defending team fairly stopped his advances.
My eyes were darting from the clock to the rink as the next instant, Bright finally got the hold of the puck. I crossed my fingers nervously.
âCome on, Bright. Smash it!â
He magically commanded the puck, shooting it to the net singleâhandedly, I was certain that he would score now. He was one shot away from scoring the fifth goal when Leo couldnât accept his defeat. He punched him from behind. I screamed, âItâs a foul!â
The referee whistled right before the end time, and went to analyze the premises. The players tried to make it look like an accident, but the referee wouldnât even budge. He awarded Brightâs team with a penalty shot.
Phew!
But before the match resumed, Bright removed the gloves and punched Leo back to settle the scores. And then it was a fight on rink, converting it into a wrestling ring. Bright and Leo were fighting like outraged beasts, freely using their fists. The players and referee rushed to separate those angry idols, hardly subsiding the flames.
07.06 Chapter 221 âScrew you, cheater!â
Bright spat on the ground, wearing the helmet for the penalty shot. Leo showed him a middle finger as his teammates pulled him away. All eyes were fixed on Bright when he stood before the goalie alone.
The house full stadium, a snowâwhite rink with the last warrior standing to claim the prize, this nerveâwracking scene prickled goosebumps over my skin. My heart paused for the second as Bright shot the puck after the whistle, parting my lips in a silent scream.
My eyes followed the trail of the puck and witnessed the fall of the goalie in the opposite direction, making me jump with the sound of the puck hitting the net.
The commentator announced amidst the roars of triumph, âMr. Bright has scored the fifth point of the match. HE WON!â