Chapter 170: A thunderclap on flat ground, soaring through clouds and riding the mist

Two kinds of emotions lingered on the green field.

Real Madrid stars gathered in the corner area, wildly celebrating.

Lewokusen players were scattered about, feeling lost and dejected.

Captain Bendel waved his arms, loudly urging his teammates: 'Pick yourselves up!'

It's useless.

When the motivator's strength and performance fail to convince everyone, it only adds to the team's negative emotions.

Lai Nuo could no longer hold back, just about to lash out, when he saw Li Kang dart into the goal, pick up the ball, and run back to the center circle.

In the distance.

Bale stared, then looked at Marcelo: 'Do you find this scene somewhat familiar?'

Marcelo was a bit dazed: 'No, I don't. Their defense is full of problems; there's no hope at all.'

Under the referee's urging, the Real Madrid players ended their celebration.

The match quickly resumed.

At the edge of the pitch.

Dino timidly asked: 'Boss, should we make some adjustments...'

Tuopu Laotou waved his hand and sighed:

'Our defensive setup is fine; our matched-up players are simply far weaker than the opponents.'

'If we can launch an effective attack...'

'Damn it, we lost the ball again.'

The ball had just transitioned into Real Madrid's half.

Bellarabi hadn't yet settled the ball.

A sturdy figure sprinted over, lightly poked the ball with his toe, and easily completed a tackle.

'Dragonfly skimming the water!'

'With the fiercest attitude, make the gentlest move.'

'Casemiro's timing for tackles is excellent.'

'His ability to advance is also strong!'

Since Ancelotti's era, Real Madrid has abandoned the pure defensive midfielder.

Although Casemiro was completely crushed by Li Kang in the national team, now he's at Real Madrid, and you, Li Kang, don't have those wizard teammates!

Lewokusen's midfield and front line quickly launched a counter-press.

Casemiro looks like a bruising midfielder, but his footwork is actually very delicate.

After a series of dribbles that shook off Ginter, he delivered a diagonal pass.

The ball swept past the center line, precisely finding Kroos, whose hair never gets messy.

He didn't lift his head to observe.

His body leaned.

He made a small leg swing.

He sent out an elegant diagonal long pass.

Lewokusen's retreating formation was once again torn apart.

Marcelo, like galloping across an open plain, easily accelerated and shook off his marker Borthes.

'No offside.'

'The ball seems stuck to his foot.'

'One-on-one!'

'He's pulling off a flashy move!'

'Again, this simple and efficient attacking method—just two-foot passes—tore through Lewokusen!'

Van Dijk was frustrated: plugging the gaps was impossible.

His own retreat speed couldn't keep up with Real Madrid's full-backs' sprint.

It's hopeless.

They're about to concede again.

Lai Nuo lowered his center of gravity, calculated the distance to the opponent and the goal, and decisively rushed out!

He had no choice but to rush out.

Perhaps the whole world thought he was facing Marcelo.

In fact, only inside the penalty area could one see: Benzema and Bale also came charging from different directions.

If he hesitated another two seconds,

the Lewokusen goalkeeper would have to face a one-versus-three.

'Lai Nuo's rush out seems a bit reckless.'

'Marcelo's footwork is very delicate; watch... he flicks past!'

Outside the edge of the penalty area.

Marcelo remained calm, slightly eased his speed, and his feet showed a dazzling array of feints.

His shoulders showed no sign of sinking.

His hips kept twisting.

Lai Nuo didn't want to be fooled, but he couldn't wait for his teammates' support—he had to rely on himself!

Smack!

Just as the two got close.

Marcelo lunged forward with his upper body, left foot hooking the ball to the right!

The crowd erupted!

Left flank linked to right flank!

Bale's figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Open goal!

An absolutely open goal!

Real Madrid fans were overjoyed.

Leverkusen fans felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Tuopu Laotou painfully covered his face.

Dino stared, dumbfounded.

"The connection between left and right!"

"Gareth Bale, he's going to kill..."

Duan Xuan and He Wei's voices cut off abruptly.

The microphone wasn't malfunctioning.

On the big screen, a figure blocked Bale, who was about to meet the ball and push-shoot.

Li Kang!

Bale's figure suddenly stopped, seizing control of the ball first.

Psychological play?

Only that Busquets guy would "play mind games" at such a crucial moment!

The Real Madrid superstar lightly pushed the ball diagonally with the outside of his right foot, erupting with extreme aggressive force, about to sweep past the Leverkusen number 10's side.

Too fast.

Not the unfathomable cadence of Messi and Robben, but an extremely terrifying burst of power.

The goal was right before our eyes!

Li Kang made a half-turn.

In his vision, the phantom of the red-black soul frenziedly permeated.

Under the gaze of everyone present.

He planted his left foot for support and extended his right foot.

A motion that was like a tackle but not quite.

Once again he blocked the Real Madrid superstar's path!

With a slap.

The ball rolled out over the baseline.

Bale's pupils contracted, his face blank with confusion.

Inside the small penalty area.

The two both fell to the ground.

"Is it a penalty?"

"Ah! No problem, it's not a penalty!"

"Corner kick!"

As the referee gestured toward the corner arc.

Bernabeu, the applause scattered.

Real Madrid fans felt somewhat shocked.

Leverkusen fans were wildly excited.

Tuopu Laotou helplessly slapped his forehead.

Dino bitterly said: "We only have one Li...."

The livestream room.

The big screen replayed the entire process of this clearance.

-【Bale... actually missed an open goal?】

-【Li Mingdeng has gotten smarter; when playing Real Madrid, he shouldn't go help defend a bunch of pig teammates, but instead rush straight to the penalty area.】

-【Lai Nuo blocked Marcelo, Li Kang intercepted Bale!】

-【Bale's impact in tight space is also incredibly fierce! I can't even imagine little Li being able to stop him!】

-【The two are stuck in a cycle of eating and being eaten!】

-【The final defensive move was a bit like Nesta's half-turn sliding tackle.】

-【Maldini once said: "When I have to resort to a tackle, it means I've already made a mistake." Li Mingdeng is no different; true defense should be...】

-【Damn, that was the teammate's mistake; Li Mingdeng exhausted himself running back all the way to the small penalty area.】

On the pitch.

Cristiano Ronaldo, who belatedly arrived at the top of the big penalty arc, angrily spread his hands, saying that Bale, faced with an open goal just now, should have passed the ball back to him!

Bale ignored him, bent his knees to rise, and casually pulled Li Kang up.

"Great defense!"

Li Kang nodded seriously.

In the god's perspective, it constantly replayed every detail of the match so far.

No "two hundred million takeoff".

No "Mou-style defensive counter".

No "An-style diamond midfield".

Zinedine only needs the simplest tactic to press Lewokusen into the ground and rub it.

Psychological battle?

Only when overall standards are comparable and one can control the tempo does one have the right to talk about psychological battle.

As for him now, he has no chance to catch his breath.

All overall kicking methods require teammates' assistance in passing and receiving.

Quite obvious.

Lewokusen's players lack the conditions to execute any complex tactics at Bernabeu.

In the distance.

Kroos quickly runs to the corner flag area.

Zinedine waves his hand, signaling Ramos to move forward, increasing the attacking high point!

Real Madrid's head coach does not intend to give any chance.

Leading by two goals, the gap in strength has not yet fully manifested.

Lewokusen's defensive line, their only remaining strength is set-piece defending.

In Lewokusen's penalty area, heads are bobbing.

The football draws an elegant arc in mid-air.

"Front point!"

"Ramos!"

"Oh no! He headed it too directly!"

Ramos regrettedly patted his forehead.

Lai Nuo leaps high, gripping the ball firmly with both hands.

After landing, he immediately starts a run-up.

His body extends and leans back.

One hand gripping the ball.

This bizarre action left teammates stunned: Is there still anyone up front?

Indeed there is!

Li Kang!

Lewokusen's goalkeeper, at this moment is like a shot putter!

The Real Madrid players preparing to withdraw suddenly realized something swooping overhead!

A powerful hand-throw?

"Too sudden!"

"Real Madrid was caught off guard!"

"It's Li Kang, he just wasn't involved in defending the corner kick!"

At the top of the center circle arc.

Li Kang lifted his foot to bring the ball down.

Modric blocked him.

The overall strength gap between the two teams is too great; the two of them basically have no chance for any psychological battle.

The True Eye is shrouded in thick black smoke.

Yet cannot discern the shift in Real Madrid midfield's center of gravity.

"A textbook-perfect positioning."

"Li Kang is about to lose this ball!"

"Dragging it out is meaningless; Real Madrid players quickly withdrew and took position!"

"Oh no!"

The essence of dribbling: utilizing one's own center of gravity, deceiving the defender's center of gravity.

Li Kang lightly lifted his left foot.

Modric decisively stuck out his foot.

His timing for the tackle and defensive anticipation reached an unimaginable height.

In an instant.

The True Eye captured its prey.

In Li Kang's vision, a sorrowful phantom appeared.

Purple Lily Baggio

The two of them's shadows under the spotlight were swept over by a "V"-shaped trajectory.

Modric missed with his foot, his smile froze.

The ball went around to his back.

Li Kang also appeared behind him.

Bernabeu, silent as the grave.

"Elegant!"

"Suave!"

Simplify the complex, leave no trace!

Baggio-style pull-ball dribble!

Modric was stunned.

Everything happening before him exceeded his grasp of match information.

On the sidelines.

Dino was stunned speechless.

Tuopu Laotou angrily directed the other players to keep up with the rhythm.

On the other side.

Zidane's eyes shone with spirit as he murmured:

"The purpose of the subtle motion of first lifting the left foot is to probe Modric's center of gravity."

"Genius!"

"Li and I were exactly the same when we were young..."

Lewokusen's formation pressed forward frenziedly.

They saw the glimmer of hope.

Son Heung-min and Bellarabi sprinted frenziedly.

Unfortunately, the timing to start was too late; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't catch up.

At this moment, Real Madrid's back line was extremely weak:

Ramos and Marcelo, who had joined the corner-kick attack, couldn't return in a short while.

Only Varane and Carvajal remained in the back.

Can the two of them stop Li Kang?

In theory, they certainly can.

Facing the wind.

Li Kang galloped across Real Madrid's half.

Baggio's phantom gradually faded.

The ball-touch precision in the high-speed charge could not be maintained.

Speed grew slower and slower.

He had no teammates' support.

He was about to face Varane, who had been at his peak since his debut.

Varane differs from all defensive legends in history.

Before suffering a serious injury.

He is the absolute perfect center-back template.

The kind in the game where all defensive attributes, including speed, are maxed out.

Yes.

Speed.

Whether it's acceleration, turning speed, or long-distance sprinting.

"Li Kang's speed with the ball is too slow."

"Can't get past."

"That's Varane, who even gives Barcelona's South American trio a headache!"

"Bernabeu..."

Everyone thought Lewokusen's attack this time would come to an abrupt end.

Li Kang, bereft of speed, was like an arrow that had exceeded its range, ultimately falling limp before Varane.

Next.

A breathtaking scene unfolded.

Europe's youngest genius center-back met Europe's youngest genius midfielder.

Li Kang lightly shoved the ball hard toward the flank!

Varane reacted quickly; at this time he had not yet suffered a serious injury, and his turning speed and acceleration were world-class.

In a flash,

He felt a gust brush past his side.

Li Kang?

How could this kid's explosive speed be so fast?

He's almost catching up to Bale!

Right!

At this moment, a phantom appeared in Li Kang's vision.

It was Bale!

Gareth Bale!

A thunderclap from flat ground!

Soaring through clouds and mist!

The Great Sage descends!

Everyone involuntarily held their breath.

All eyes locked onto Lewokusen's number 10!

The billboards on both sides of the green field started to blur.

In just two seconds, Li Kang shook off Varane by two body lengths.

That's the three-step invincible Varane!

What an unbelievable speed!

Three seconds later.

Li Kang received the ball passed to him!

At the moment he touched the ball, his speed didn't slacken in the slightest.

It seemed as if another force was pushing him.

Terrifying speed surged again!

Like a bolt of lightning, he tore through Real Madrid's back line!

"Wow!"

"So fast!"

"Li Kang passed the ball to himself three seconds later!"

"So fast the broadcast camera can't keep up!"

"The billboards on both sides are impossible to make out!"

"A perfect human-ball pass!"

"Varane! The super-genius Varane, who left even MSN helpless, was devoured raw by Li Kang!"

Tuopu Laotou and Dino stared dumbfounded.

Zidane looked bewildered.

Bale, dumbfounded.

Carvajal wanted to make a recovery defense!

He's not slow either.

But compared to the terrifying explosive power Li Kang is showing now, there's no comparison!

What the hell are the coaching staff doing!

Why don't they realize this kid is just like Bale!

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

Costa Rica's goalkeeper Navas, breathing heavily, couldn't help but measure in his mind the distance between Li Kang and the goal.

Bernabeu, the stands all around fell silent.

Real Madrid fans felt lost and dejected.

Lewokusen fans were beside themselves with excitement.

Hope.

There's still hope.

Li Kang, he is that beam of light in the darkness!

Thud!

Accompanied by a blast that echoed across the sky!

The gates of Bernabeu collapsed with a roar.

2:1!!!

The whole stadium fell silent.

At the moment Bale's phantom faded.

Li Kang lost his balance and collapsed onto the turf.

Waves of muscle-tearing pain came from his calf.

The breeze from the Yin Biliya peninsula lifted his black hair.

"Beautiful!"

"The ball went in!"

"He conquered Bernabeu!"

"A suave midfield escape! A violent long-range shot after a long run!"

"The goal, a blend of several elements, has overwhelming visual impact!"

"Unbelievable—Lewokusen, beaten to the point of having no chance to fight back, actually scored! Not a script of being slaughtered in blood!"

"This is an all-out attack battle! The match is still full of suspense!"

"Li Kang, one man taking on the Bernabeu stars alone!"