Chapter 13: Is this the youth team's level?

By the field.

Tuopu Laotou stood unsteadily, almost falling.

"Li Kang, how did he do that? How does he have such strong shooting power? It's just like..."

The assistant coach quickly came to their senses.

He hurriedly supported Lewokusen's head coach, calmly saying: 'Chief, these words should be said by the opposing head coach; what we should do now is celebrate!'

"That's right! Celebrate!"

Tuopu Laotou raised both fists, leading the Lewokusen bench in unrestrained celebration!

On the other side.

Aogentele stared blankly.

Their own team actually fell behind?

Or was it that the Dragon Descendant scored in this unreasonable way?

A nearby staff member consoled: 'Maybe he's just lucky...'

"Damn your luck!"

Fukesi shivered.

Too terrifying.

If hit by this long-range heavy shot...

He glanced at his crotch, heart still having season.

Fortunately Li Kang chose to wear the crotch and get past himself.

This kid may have great leg strength, but his shooting accuracy seems really low!

If it were a positional battle.

There's a high chance of friendly fire!

Kuerte stood frozen in place, his expression complex.

He secretly clenched his fists.

Countless negative emotions intertwined within him.

He should have been the star of this match!

Damn it!

Why did a Dragon Descendant steal all the spotlight!

More disgusting than a black ghost!

The Bayern fans all around the stands hadn't fully come to their senses.

Li Kang did not celebrate.

He picked up the ball from the net.

He ran back to the center circle.

The Bayern fans were dumbfounded:

"Lewokusen finally scored; shouldn't we celebrate and delay the game a bit?"

"Isn't the Dragon Descendant kid not just mute? Does he also have a brain problem?"

"The effects of aphasia on the brain are complex; maybe it really is..."

Amidst the clamor.

Li Kang's expression remained calm as he raised his left hand.

He extended three fingers.

This provocative act.

In an instant, it ignited the powder keg at Saibena Stadium!

The proud Bayern fans' faces twisted, spewing even more vicious insults!

Cans, lighters, and other miscellaneous objects were hurled wildly onto the pitch!

Stadium security personnel grew tense.

This sort of thing has happened before.

But the Bayern youth team's young players will soon dispel the fans' negative emotions with goals.

But today, it seems a bit different.

Hafuci and his teammates excitedly swarmed over.

After a brief celebration.

Li Kang placed the ball at the center circle.

The referee couldn't help but laugh.

Except in tournaments with complex formats.

Very few teams will, after taking the lead, actively shorten their celebration time.

"Brother Li was saying: 'Seize the time, scoring one more isn't enough!'"

"Football is war in peacetime! Scoring is the strongest counterattack!"

"Blast them!"

The match resumed.

The Bayern youth team's formation.

Under Kuerte's command, they frenetically pressed forward.

They became increasingly cautious.

The attack flowed like clouds and water.

No mistakes occurred.

They swiftly advanced into Lewokusen's half, reaching the thirty-meter area.

Just as the midfield players eased their passing tempo, hoping to pull off a PositionalPlay positional rotation to gain control of the game.

Kurt sensed that something was amiss with Lewokusen.

The mute dragon descendant, while running, kept making the most basic football hand signals.

Each time, the direction of his fingertips happened to be an attacking node of Bayern's youth team.

Not only that.

Lewokusen's young players, in their defensive positioning across zones, repeatedly severed Bayern's youth team's attacking links.

In the eyes of both sets of fans.

The match gradually grew dull.

Garbage time kept increasing.

"Bayern's youth team is no good! Soon Li Brother will bang a three-pointer and make them cry!"

"The game is too boring! I'm going to get a cup of water!"

On the sidelines.

Both head coaches, however, were intently watching the players' movement patterns.

Tuop exclaimed in surprise: "The command of this positional defensive warfare isn't something that can be mastered merely through vision and awareness; it's a match‑reading ability... it should be said to be tactical‑level anticipation..."

The afro‑haired old man suddenly laughed: "He makes me look totally redundant, damn it!"

The assistant coach thought for a moment and said: "Berlinda often praises Li Kang's diligence; the dorm staff say he watches recordings of the five major leagues every night... and even takes notes."

Tuop shook his head: "If this were really useful, we wouldn't need to train players—we could just grab a bunch of students from Göttingen University's football research program and have them play!"

On the other side.

Ogeltal rested his chin, sinking into a brief reverie:

How could he resemble Guardiola in his youth during the positional defensive phase?

This calm composure while commanding thousands of troops?

La Masia's 'number four position'?

Can he still contribute the most crucial interception and positioning?

The only difference: one is mute, the other is talkative.

How could Barça not retain such a talent?

Damn it!

Since Barça didn't want him, how could Guardiola not bring him to Bayern!

The team just couldn't break open the game.

Kurt's inner negative emotions were like a constantly inflating balloon.

How is this mute so like the talkative head coach Guardiola of the first team?

Fuck La Masia!

Fuck your PositionalPlay!!!

When the ball arrived at his feet.

The balloon was popped.

Kurt chose to do it his way, completing the team's offensive advance.

He lightly nudged the ball forward.

He displayed unparalleled ball‑control precision.

Accelerate!

Drop the shoulder!

Change direction!

He feinted past the recovering Havertz!

He headed straight toward Li Kang!

I am the true genius!

Sebena Stadium.

It once again stirred waves of cheers!

This is the Kurt they love most!

That unbelievable breakthrough!

That rhythm change full of musicality!

It will surely humiliate the arrogant mute dragon descendant!

Get past him!

"Brothers! I'm back, holy shit! Lewokusen is now a bit dangerous!"

"Bayern's number ten has insane technique! If he shakes off Li Brother's defense, choosing a through ball, a side pass, or a loft before the box, he can easily tear Lewokusen's back line!"

"No, he didn't intentionally charge the ball at Li Brother; Li Brother just happened to intercept him right in front!"

Kurt faced Li Kang's interception.

He didn't slow down.

While sprinting at high speed, his footwork was flashy!

He tapped the ball with his right foot.

The body turned!

The moment the distance was closed!

The left foot pulled the ball again!

The whole crowd gasped!

「Damn! Too awesome! Is this match at the level of the youth team? 」