The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 221

Chapter 221

The ear splitting cheers of a fully charged crowd reverberated around the surroundings; fans were going crazy

for the masters. Len’s agility, his hand technique, and the coordination with his team created an air of magic,

spellbinding the audience. | couldn't help but praise him for his skill.

He was shooting the puck mid-strike, moving at a record speed. | even suspected him of using steroids for his

stamina, as he was practically unstoppable. Attacking relentlessly, he wasn’t 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 Bright's teams’ defensive

stance. They were two points behind before the break.

Bright's struggle in the rink madefeel bad, as if | was the reason he could concentrate on the game. |

thought that my stunt would activate his competitive mode. Leo used this tact and convinced Bright for this

match, so why my instigation failed, | wasn’t sure about the exact reason.

However, when the second period started, | brought out the poster 1 made for Bright and stood up, reliving the

days of my ice hockey addiction. | 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. | disregarded the media’s objections of siding

with Bright and gave him a shout-out, 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 emptygoal, flexing his team’s

combined strength. It was a risky move to pull the goalie in the match, leaving theunguarded. But

capitalizing an offensive pressure was crucial for the win.

This goal proved to be the turning point of the match, as Bright didn’t 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 cdown to the last period, the nail-biting situation rivetedto my spot as the

teams started playing fiercely. Leo looked atbefore hitting the puck, as if promising to win. | prayed in my

heart after the fourth point for his team.

“God, please don't let Leo win. He doesn’t deserve the last laugh.”

After so many troubles, my petty-self was keen to thrash his ego in the rink, ice hockey was something he was

proud of. Just like he stole my peace dignity, | wanted the sfor him.

So, Bright's fourth point soothed my taut nerves. | was able to breathe properly.

and

Then they attacked each other's nets violently, desperate for the lead to seal the deal. But the expert goalies

didn’t 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. |

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 beccommon 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. |

crossed my fingers nervously.

“Con, Bright. Smash it!”

He magically commanded the puck, shooting it to thesingle-handedly, | was certain that he would score

now. He was one shot away from scoring the fifth goal when Leo couldn't accept his defeat. He punched him

from behind. | screamed,

“It's a foul!”

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 wouldn't even budge. He awarded Bright's 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.

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Chapter 221

“Screw you,

cheater!”

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 snow-white rink with the last warrior standing to claim the prize, this nerve-wracking

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,

“Mr. Bright has scored the fifth point of the match. HE WON!"