Chapter 120: King of Bei lai yin!

Wilshere led the Gunners in a charge!

All Arsenal attacking players surged forward like madmen!

With unstoppable sharpness!

Charging toward Bei lai yin's position!

Li Kang held a rear midfield position in the formation.

The True Eye was shrouded in black mist.

On Arsenal's number 10, he saw little change in center of gravity.

Like legendary stars of history, Wilshere shed his extraordinary nature!

Leverkusen's forty-meter zone!

Their positions drew ever closer!

"The duel of genius midfielders!"

"The dialogue between Bei lai yin and the son of North London!"

"

"Here it comes!"

Duan Xuan and He Wei's tone betrayed their tension!

Wilshere's ball control spatial sense is top-tier.

The Earth Defense War of years past had already proven that Ramasia's positioning and anticipation defense was useless against him!

Pa!

No anticipated genius showdown!

At the instant he was one body position away from Leverkusen's number 10!

He pushed with his left foot, passing the ball to the advancing Cazorla!

This time.

Arsenal's formation began a true acceleration!

Cazorla, the holding midfielder, was the black glove pulling the trigger!

Li Kang quickly turned and retreated!

In God's perspective.

This Arsenal attack differed from all previous ones!

Not a "thrust" and "contraction."

Not concentrating the finishing direction into a single point.

The ball moved swiftly under Arsenal players' feet.

Cazorla and Wilshere's runs, sometimes together, sometimes apart.

All attacking players in the front line continuously adjusted their positions following the duo's movement.

"Leverkusen is dangerous!"

"Arsenal's passing and cutting speed surpasses before!"

"Thanks to Wilshere and Cazorla's understanding, their passing and cutting width has also greatly increased!"

Sideline.

Tuopu Laotou clenched his fists, muttering: "Dual core... they've pushed Wenger's football philosophy to the extreme! Wilshere's individual ability isn't top-tier, yet he elevates Arsenal's passing and cutting system to a new level, like installing a showerhead on a faucet, their attack..."

Dino quickly handed over a bottle of mineral water, helplessly saying: "Boss, we can't strengthen defensive depth... Wilshere and Cazorla can change the attack point at any moment."

Still limited by the ability gap of opposing markers.

The other side.

Wenger sat on the bench, expression solemn.

Assistant coach Boerde excitedly said: "Boss! As long as we seize the opportunity..."

Havertz was slightly nervous.

After all, he's a 16-year-old rookie experiencing Champions League knockout stages for the first time.

From a bird's-eye view, he drifted outside Leverkusen's midfield defensive line.

Mismatched with the urgent situation on the pitch.

"Arsenal attacked Leverkusen's right flank!"

"Don't let Cazorla have it so easy!"

"In his youth, he was both teacher and friend to Rikleme! Beware his passes!"

Cazorla was called: "Lite-version Xavi" in the Spanish national team.

He wasn't born into Ramasia's possession system, but with help from countless predecessors, he forged his own path—if not for injuries...

Facing Kramer and Bender's interceptions.

Cazorla pulled and flicked, creating a passing gap!

The ball left his right foot, like a cruise missile!

From the right flank to the front edge of the penalty area on the left!

"His feet seem to perform magic!"

"As an auxiliary, Wilshere eased Cazorla's organizational pressure."

"Danger!"

The words had just fallen!

The ball had already stopped on Sanchez's chest!

The 1.68-meter Arsenal powerhouse shook his shoulder and shoved aside the nearly 2-meter-tall Leverkusen center-back!

The instant the football hit the ground!

Sanchez swung his arm and kicked!

Goalkeeper Lai Nuo adjusted his diving direction with quick steps!

"Sanchez!"

"He's going to shoot!"

The moment of contact.

His thick, dark thighs underwent a subtle change!

Lai Nuo focused intently, locking his eyes on Sanchez's foot shape!

It was a fake shot, real pass!

Pa!

The football lightly rolled sideways to near the penalty spot!

Leverkusen's other center-back couldn't turn in time to clear—Kramer and Bendel were too far apart!

Borges and Hilbert were staring at Beirlin and Montreal, who had cut in from the flank!

Tuopu Laotou's expression froze.

Wenger didn't even notice his mineral water bottle had flowed to the ground!

Arsenal fans couldn't help but want to cheer and celebrate!

Leverkusen fans felt heavy-hearted.

Everyone's gaze.

Fixed on the two figures at the twelve-yard mark of Leverkusen's small penalty area!

Arsenal number 10 versus Leverkusen number 10!

The first conversation between the North London genius and the Bei lai yin genius!

"Wilshere gained the advantage in positioning!"

"Li Kang, as the defender, had a relatively passive run..."

"Open goal!

!"

The instant Wilshere launched his sliding shot!

Li Kang realized he couldn't make any remedial block...

The shadow in his mind wildly spread at this moment!

A phantom appeared before him!

Not some legendary star!

But a restless little goat!

Bei lai yin's Three Treasures!

Cologne Totem!

Immediately after.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath!

Wilshere sensed something passing over him!

Too late!

His left foot had already completed the sliding shot!

The football screamed toward Leverkusen's goal!

At the critical moment!

The figure stretching in mid-air blocked in front of the goal!

Peng!

A touch sound reversed the emotions of both sets of fans!

The football was deflected, flew over the crossbar, and out the baseline!

The entire stadium gasped!

"Goal-line save! Brilliant header clearance!"

"How did Li Kang do that? He clearly jumped a step late!"

"So close!"

"Wilshere angrily pounded the turf! Just that little bit more, and he could have seized the initiative for promotion!"

"He gave it his all—the timing of his forward run to contest the point, the angle and power of his sliding shot, were executed perfectly!"

Live stream.

The big screen replayed Li Kang's forward-leaning jump to clear, and netizens were stunned!

-【Height not exaggerated, hang time average, but jump speed too fast?! Clearly Wilshere led by half a body length, yet slid first...】

-【Li Mingdeng resembled a leaping antelope across a ravine...】

-【Li Mingdeng is awesome! I love him to death! He'll never lose a game! So steady!】

-【Home advantage! Get it? Superstition—Arsenal isn't that easy to score against, maybe Tuopu Laotou spread sand on the pitch!】

Pitchside.

Tuopu Laotou's expression pained, he clutched his chest, stumbled back to the coach's bench, pulled a small medicine bottle from his suit pocket: "Damn, scared the hell out of me! If we had a solid defense, Li wouldn't have to work so hard!"

Dino panicked: "Boss! Stop scolding, hurry and take your medicine!"

Another side.

Wenger sighed helplessly.

Boerde was like a deflated ball: "This kid, he's our nemesis!"

Li Kang fell onto the grass.

Lai Nuo excitedly lunged forward and lightly patted his forehead!

"Li! Good thing you're here! I just didn't have time to adjust..."

Li Kang waved his hand and quickly climbed to his feet.

Lewokusen's crisis remains unresolved...

The match continued.

Giroud was huddling against Kießling in the penalty area!

All the high points from both sides gathered near the small penalty area.

Unexpectedly.

Wilshere's tactical corner kick.

Casola shook off Bender's tight marking, darted to the right flank at the edge of the large penalty area, and met the ball!

"This lateral run is very clever! Spanish midfielders throughout history love to run sideways!"

Papadopoulos quickly covered, his tall and sturdy frame looming over Arsenal's little guy.

Casola's breakthrough move remained simple!

Taking advantage of the time difference in receiving the ball and positional advantage.

A light push with the inside of his left foot.

The ball then slipped through the trousers of Lewokusen's central defender.

He also evaded the defense and slipped into Lewokusen's large penalty area!

Wenger's tactical framework has seen little major change over the years.

The once-dominant Spanish dynasty and peak Barcelona brought him much inspiration.

Barcelona's top management has repeatedly publicly accused: Wenger is copying us.

Since they couldn't buy Harvey, Yinniesita, and David Silva.

Then let's buy Casola to see what kind of chemical reaction it might produce!

Unfortunately.

After buying him, Wenger felt a sense of confusion.

Casola and La Masia's possession style are not on the same path.

Harvey values overall rhythm changes more.

Casola values offensive efficiency more.

But it's fine.

Just let him play in his most familiar way!

Bayer Arena.

Fans from both sides were extremely tense.

Lewokusen's goal was tested again!

Giroud reached the left side of the large penalty area, hungry and eager!

Jonathan Tark hurriedly blocked Casola's forward path!

How could an average Bundesliga center-back stop the peak Casola without his Achilles tendon removed!

Xiao Heidan was preparing to use his body!

Instantly dazed!

A gust of cool wind blew past the crotch!

Damn it, got penetrated again!

"Not an insult! This is the perfect passing lane in tight space!"

"Passed too perfectly!"

"Here it comes again!"

The ball rolled along the grass like a blade, brushing past several pairs of shoes, stopping near the penalty spot.

Sanchez charged forward!

He carried Bender, who was two heads taller than him!

Kicked and blasted!

Boom!

Lai Nuo leapt to save!

The ball struck the green glove and bounced out of the large penalty area!

"Lai Nuo made a contribution! Amazing save!"

"Arsenal missed two consecutive must-score chances!"

"Lewokusen playing like this is very passive, almost being pressed and beaten!"

"Ah! Didn't notice, Arsenal's formation is too far forward!"

Everyone's eyes followed the ball's trajectory.

Landing point!

Li Kang and Wilshere's figures reappeared on camera!

No-body confrontation.

The two judged the ball's trajectory extremely accurately!

After a few steps of run-up, Li Kang leapt high!

Sky-Shattering Echo!

The ball was laid off to Brant near the flank!

"This is the advantage of height and leaping!"

"Head it one touch!"

"Lewokusen's counterattack is coming!"

The BayArena erupted with cheers like a landslide and tsunami!

This is Lewokusen's most familiar attacking style!

Wenger and Boerde rushed to the touchline, anxiously directing the players to track back!

Lewokusen's backline is weak, but their counterattack ability is enough to make all European giants tremble!

Tuopu Laotou recovered, muttering: "Arsenal, this is seeking your own death... as long as you give the ball to Sun... Sun Heung-min? Where is he? Without him, we can't launch a fan attack!"

Dino shook his head with a wry smile.

He began to doubt his head coach's memory, clearly saying before the match: Sun Heung-min is injured, Havertz is the secret weapon!

Brant took the ball in stride!

He began to burst forward!

Youth players experience awkwardness during growth and development: they must adjust training direction every so often.

It is also closely related to genetic inheritance.

For example, a game character whose attributes are occasionally reset.

Brant was still a flank speedster two months ago! Now, as he runs, he feels somewhat powerless...

He dislikes his increasingly bloated cheeks.

Gradually, the referee caught up.

Immediately after, Wolcott caught up.

"Oh no! A bit slow!"

"What a great counterattack opportunity!"

"And! Havertz's supporting position is excellent!"

Pa!

Wolcott kicked into empty space.

Although Lewokusen's little fatty is slow, his footwork remains splendid!

The ball left the ground!

Flying toward Havertz in the center circle!

The "two-meter giant" Mertensack trailed at the rear of Arsenal's formation!

He felt somewhat moved by the development speed of young players.

When I was 16, I was only 1.82 meters!

Is this Lewokusen youngster already close to 1.9 meters?

Without the slightest hesitation.

He charged toward Havertz!

Who could question Arsenal captain's frontal defensive ability?

Havertz raised his right foot and calmly trapped the ball.

Before he could accelerate, he encountered pressure from a top center-back.

He plays lazily.

He dislikes relying on his body, dislikes relying on dribbling, and is equally skilled at utilizing his innate ball control spatial sense and rhythm.

A pause.

He gently lifted the ball to the left.

His upper body made a feint to the left! His right heel left the ground.

How could Mertensack be easily fooled?

This kid's breakthrough direction must be to the right!

But Havertz doesn't like to deceive.

【230) He honestly went past from the left!

He honestly wiped past from the left side!

Arsenal center-back dazed!

The north stand of the Allianz Arena, thunderous applause!

"We still don't understand enough about this Lewokusen youngster's traits."

"He is not the explosive type like Son Heung-min!"

"Although he one-on-one'd past Mertensack, Lewokusen's overall counterattack rhythm has been slowed!"

"Arsenal's defensive players have tracked back!"

Havertz's dribbling speed is not slow.

He has a habit that has accompanied his professional career for years.

Just like a drunkard unable to walk a straight line.

During his sprint, he unconsciously brings the ball to the right flank!

The defenders behind him were increasing in number.

He didn't have time to dribble and charge into Arsenal's dangerous area.

On the sidelines.

Tuopu Laotou couldn't help but clutch his hair, lamenting: "Damn it, why do geniuses always have flaws!"

Dino raised his hand, trembling as he pointed toward the green field.

"Boss, you better look... Li..."

After Li Kang initiated the counterattack, he immediately surged toward Arsenal's half.

With Son Heung-min absent and freed from the "rope art" restraint, his explosive speed was far inferior to before.

In the field of vision.

A black little horse, joyful and leaping, faintly appeared, its white mane fluttering in the wind.

Bei lai yin's three families.

Monchengladbach totem!

Colt!

Arsenal's half, thirty-meter zone.

Koscielny and Monreal gave chase!

Havertz was deeply surrounded!

He's still in the early stage of his professional career—how could he withstand the brutal trampling of two Premier League giants!

"No teammates nearby to support!"

"Bendtner and Boleslas couldn't get into position to assist in time!"

"Ah! Li Kang!

!"

Bayer Arena!

The black-red number 10 jersey, flying across the green field like lightning!

He started very late.

Yet he swept everything away like a hurricane!

He caught up to the referee.

He surged past the center circle.

Forty meters.

Thirty-five meters.

Thirty meters.

That was an inconceivable speed.

Getting faster and faster!

Tuopu Laotou was stunned.

Dino trembled, unable to speak.

Wenger unconsciously reached into his coat pocket.

Everyone, inexplicably, had the same thought: Bei lai yin's Son of the Wind?

Havertz caught a glimpse of Li Kang's figure out of the corner of his eye!

A tacit understanding formed during his youth team days.

He struggled to shake off Koscielny.

At the moment he was brought down!

He struck the ball with the inside of his right foot!

The football rolled unevenly toward the center!

The expected number 10 figure, spurring his horse forward!

"Bad pass! Great run!"

"No offside!"

"One-on-one!"

The instant of contact.

The phantom colt vanished with the wind.

Li Kang's speed suddenly slowed!

Even so.

No one behind could catch up to him anymore!

In front of the goal!

Cech lowered his center of gravity, stomped his feet firmly into the turf, and braced himself.

This conversation between the two is the turning point of the life-or-death battle!

Bayer Arena, deathly silent.

Thud!

A deafening explosion echoed across the sky!

In a daze.

It seemed to transform into the roar of a young beast!

Leverkusen totem.

Little Lion Cub Blaise!

The football turned into a black shadow in mid-air.

Whistling.

Spinning.

Extremely fierce and vigorous.

Sharp and domineering.

Like a startling thunderclap.

Blasting toward Arsenal's goal.

Cech, leaping in mid-air, felt a fear he had never known before surge in his heart.

The golden gloves.

Just a little more and he could touch the football!

No!

That's not a football!

It's a ferocious beast!

Accompanied by a sigh of despair.

Arsenal's net, as if torn by claws!

1:0!

!

Li Kang's body felt as if it had been emptied out.

He lay powerlessly on the turf.

The vanished Three Houses reappeared around him, cheering and leaping with joy.

The gentle breeze by the Bei lai yin riverbank lightly brushed.

The illusory forms of the three little beasts dissipated once again.

【"Bei lai yin King" experience mode ended!】

"Beautiful!"

"This goal went in!"

"Li Kang's goal helped Leverkusen expand their lead in this life-or-death battle!"

"He is the initiator of the counterattack, he is the finisher!"

"He prevented Wilshere from completing Wenger's 2000th goal milestone under his management!"

"He crushed the complex passing and cutting system with the simplest and most domineering offensive method!"

"Leverkusen fans saw the dawn of promotion!"

"Their hero defended Bei lai yin's home ground!"

Duan Xuan and He Wei struggled to suppress their excitement.

They could only suppress it.

Many people wrote letters to CTV, complaining that the two commentators were too biased toward Li Kang and Leverkusen.

The live broadcast room.

The fans were stunned.

-【Li Mingdeng! A lifelong fan!】

-【How strange, just looking at the goal replay... Li Kang's explosive speed isn't fast, his shot speed isn't frightening either, why does it have such a shocking visual effect?】

-【Explosive speed is secondary; the key is that he gets faster the more he runs! He started late, when others were already sprinting, he had just landed.】

-【Just being fast isn't enough; Walcott is faster, you guys watch the full goal replay, Li Kang's timing is spot on, Brandt and Havertz each had the ball at two points with pauses, the timeline was messed up, Arsenal didn't anticipate his off-the-ball speed! They were caught off guard!】

-【A random punch kills the old master.】

-【I've discovered a pattern: whenever Li Mingdeng is present, Leverkusen is the home dragon!】

-【No way? Leverkusen pulling off an upset to qualify for the Champions League quarterfinals?】

-【Well, Leverkusen got two away goals in the first leg, so even if this match ends 1:1! they still qualify!】

-【Leverkusen's "three-horse carriage"! If Brandt and Havertz grow a few more years... this attacking line could sweep Europe!】

On the sidelines.

Tuopu Laotou ignored the pills scattered on the ground, excitedly high-fiving every player on the bench!

Dino waved his fists, hurriedly calling the coaching staff to discuss countermeasures.

"Attack? Or defend? This is a choice!"

On the other side.

Boerde wanted to complain to the linesman that Li Kang had offside suspicion.

Wenger shook his head, his expression bitter.