Manchester United, are they really going to go all out?
At this moment, Cao Baiming was very clear that this was the only explanation. When they announced this roster, Max might not have even stepped onto the field, still lying on a hospital bed.
With the match less than two hours away, thousands of fans gathered at Old Trafford, Manchester United's home ground, all eager to witness this game.
As it was a home game, Manchester United fans constituted the vast majority, with Cristiano Ronaldo's fans being the most numerous. They most hoped to see Cristiano Ronaldo perform like a god descending from heaven, leading the team to utterly crush this seemingly invincible Arsenal.
To the fans, they didn't know anyone named Max, nor did they understand the severity of the situation.
Cao Baiming, along with the entire team, arrived at the stadium and entered the locker room for final preparations.
While preparing, he also did some thinking. After all, those extraneous matters shouldn't be his focus at this moment. Winning this match and achieving such a historic record would undoubtedly bring substantial rewards, and that was what truly mattered.
He couldn't afford to be distracted by other things, because doing so would prevent him from performing at his best!
The coach was giving his final pre-match pep talk in the locker room, igniting the flame in everyone's hearts.
However, Cao Baiming didn't need any of that. He already had sufficient motivation to win this match, and his desire to win wasn't for anyone else; it was purely for himself, for the second battle!
Yet, as the match drew nearer, Cao Baiming grew increasingly curious whether Max had indeed arrived.
A few minutes later, the players took to the field for pre-match warm-ups, and at this point, they finally saw that familiar figure!
Standing a little over six feet tall, with his long hair tied back, and a sturdy back – that was Max!
Although he wasn't wearing his iconic leather jacket today, his aura was recognizable even from his back!
Cao Baiming's eyes flickered, and his brow furrowed rapidly.
Yes, it was him, no doubt about it!
Max happened to turn around at that moment, and his face showed no trace of any injury; he looked perfectly fine and spirited.
Seeing this, Cao Baiming was astonished. Logically, someone who suffered such severe injuries shouldn't have recovered completely within a mere week, especially when it hadn't even been a full week yet!
Even if he had used some high-tech makeup, no, some disguise technique, there shouldn't be absolutely no trace of it!
And his face was one thing, but what was even more unbelievable were the injuries on other parts of his body. Cao Baiming had indeed beaten him severely that night, but now he looked completely normal, behaving like any other person!
Recalling how he looked when he walked out of that cafe that night, and then looking at the figure training on the field not far away, it was hard to believe this was reality unfolding!
Cao Baiming was deeply perplexed, but fortunately, his resilience was much greater than that of ordinary people, and he had seen plenty of strange things. If Mike were here now and saw this, he would probably react as if he had seen a ghost!
With his extraordinary vision, even from fifty meters away, Cao Baiming could clearly see every detail and movement on his body.
"Ding! Absorbing surrounding emotion points..." the system's voice sounded.
Instantly, a terrifying thought naturally arose in Cao Baiming's mind.
Max?
Looking at his agile movements, Cao Baiming quickly recalled something. If he had ever seen a situation similar to this before, a recovery speed far beyond normal human comprehension, it was when he himself was injured!
At that time, if it weren't for the system's patient explanation, even he wouldn't have believed that an injury that should have taken half a year to heal could be practically fully recovered in just one week.
Cao Baiming's gaze shifted back to Max in the distance. At this moment, he had turned around again, and only his back was visible. He was wearing Manchester United's red home jersey, with the number 21.
Could this person also possess a system like his own?!
If that were the case, it would explain why Max had targeted him so much. Could he also be a transmigrator? Everything seemed to make sense then.
Except for one thing: the entire idea was a bit too far-fetched!
At least, nothing could be confirmed now, but based on the current situation and available information, this was the most plausible deduction.
Otherwise, what about his injuries?
Soon, the players were cleared from the field, and after brief final preparations, the match officially began!
Cao Baiming stepped onto the field, but his gaze was fixed on Max on the sidelines. He sat on the bench, leisurely drinking mineral water, but he immediately felt Cao Baiming's gaze from afar.
At that moment, their eyes met, like blades clashing, a silent explosion in the air.
The fans' attention, however, was mostly on Cristiano Ronaldo. Could he continue to score today and maintain this hot streak? At least from Ronaldo's own confident expression, it was evident that he believed so.
As the referee's whistle blew, the match began!
Cao Baiming refocused his attention on the game. No matter what secrets Max held, simply observing him wouldn't solve anything; he needed to ask him directly.
And now, there was only one thing to do, and it was obvious: to dedicate all his energy to the match at hand.
No matter what, win first and then worry about other things!
Manchester United signaled their intent from the very first minute of the match, clearly stating that they were not a weak team and that they would attack!
With full offensive firepower from the start, they aimed to engage in an open game against this fully equipped Arsenal, a head-to-head clash to see who would emerge victorious.
The Manchester United fans were exhilarated by this attitude.
Regardless, fans never wanted to see their team back down before even playing, and the current situation was exactly what they hoped for.
Cristiano Ronaldo sprinted towards the offside line, waiting for an opportunity. With the veteran's keen instincts, he could anticipate any chance that arose.