Chapter 171: The Great Sage

The live broadcast room.

The big screen was replaying the full process of the goal.

-【Heart-shaking, I thought Li Kang would score, but I didn't expect it to be such an explosive way!】

-【Baggio's spirit possessed him, the V‑pull ball teased Modric!】

-【Unreasonable explosive power and impact, terrifying human‑ball combination, devouring Varane!】

-【A genius from Bei lai yin, shining at Bernabeu!】

-【Li Kang's this kind of deep‑run sprint... can't be copied a second time; Real Madrid committed too many men to that corner kick, leaving the back line empty, they didn't expect Lai Nuo to have a powerful throw‑in.】

-【Li Mingdeng's curse vs. Zidane's mysticism! Just see whose fate is tougher!】

Under the night sky, every frame of Bernabeu is a visual feast.

Accompanied by the cheers of Lewokusen fans.

The home stands also scattered with applause.

Proud Real Madrid fans never stint on respect.

Bernabeu, the hall where legends are born.

What's more, the scorer is the son of the Yin Biliya peninsula.

「Lee!!! 」

「Lee!!! 」

「Lee!!! 」

Ramos, who had retreated to the penalty area, almost couldn't help shouting along.

Li Kang refused the celebratory gestures of Bale and Son Heung‑min.

He struggled to his feet, weakly dove into the Real Madrid goal, picked up the ball, and ran back to the centre circle.

Goalkeeper Navas had no thought of trying to steal the ball to waste time.

He was still savoring that perfect arc of a heavy cannon...

In the distance.

Bale noticed his teammates' looks and warned, "Why are you looking at me? Controlling the ball and passing is a very basic skill!"

Modric raised his arm to his defensive teammates, indicating it was his own issue.

By the pitch.

The Lewokusen bench erupted in celebration.

From almost being 3‑0 down to 2‑1! Hell and heaven.

Dino excitedly said, "Boss, we have an away‑goal advantage; if we can hold this score, returning to Bei lai yin we'll have the initiative."

Tuopu Laotou anxiously scratched his neck, solemnly: "Can we hold? Let Hakan and Kai get ready for regular warm‑ups first!"

On the other side.

Zidane's surface remained calm, seeming unaffected by the score change.

Beituoni muttered, "If Li joined Real Madrid, he alone could do Bale's and Casemiro's work... I'm just joking."

Munich.

Beckenbauer was surrounded by a group of German football legends.

Everyone chattered away.

"German football's pride!"

"He should stay in the Bundesliga and join Bayern!"

"Who among you still has an eligible granddaughter?"

"Quick, think of a way to tell Tuop that stubborn donkey, defending is useless, swap in a player with strong lethal passing ability! Surround Li and attack!"

Ogentale raised his arms and interrupted: "In a few months' European Cup, we will face a terrifyingly strong Spain!"

Everyone fell silent instantly.

Beckenbauer adjusted his gold‑rimmed glasses, relaxed: "This year's European Cup, the terrifying opponents we face are many, not just Spain."

The match situation did not turn around because of Li Kang's goal.

After Real Madrid's kickoff, they quickly pressed Lewokusen again.

However, Kramer and company this time learned to be smart.

No pressing forward, no losing position.

Doggedly defend the edge of the penalty area.

"Lewokusen's defensive line has retreated into the penalty area, gradually stabilizing."

"Real Madrid isn't in a hurry, after all they're leading by one goal!"

"Modric and Kroos's short‑long distribution, sometimes fast sometimes slow, is grueling."

"Under this match intensity, we just have to see how long Lewokusen's players can hold without making a mistake."

Tactical changes and maneuvering can only be built in matches where the two sides' strength difference is small.

Right now, Lewokusen has no alternative.

They can't even touch the ball, can't hold it steady.

Real Madrid's bones are etched with a possession‑control gene.

Mourinho laid the foundation for an aggressive pressing and counter‑attack storm.

Ancelotti brought control and partial penetration ability.

Forget it, even if Real Madrid didn't carry out a technical retro‑reform...

Modric and Kroos simply shift to midfield; even with eyes closed they can secure possession and play beautifully.

Match time passed minute by minute, second by second.

Lewokusen's defensive line was 'flattened' to the point of wobbling, on the verge of collapsing.

All the players' brains were tense, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Li Kang was not assigned a specific marking task; he kept shuttling back and forth in front of the defensive line.

Relying on the God's perspective and the red-black soul module, he repeatedly helped teammates escape danger in the nick of time.

Tuopu Laotou and Dino stood in the command area, constantly reminding the players to pay attention to spacing and positioning.

It was very difficult.

Defending was very difficult.

Lewokusen only had Li Kang.

While Real Madrid had Modric and Kroos.

In the 48th minute of the match, the final moment of injury time in the first half.

Bender couldn't stop Marcelo cutting inside to midfield; he used hands and feet to take down the opponent!

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle and showed a yellow card to the Lewokusen captain.

Immediately, without listening to the Lewokusen players' explanations, he took out the foam spray and drew a 'U' at the foul spot.

"Oh no! We couldn't even hold out the last minute!"

"How could we let Real Madrid get such a good free-kick opportunity!"

"This position allows a direct shot on goal!"

C Luo early on hugged the ball, standing in front of the foul spot.

Without a doubt, he would take the kick.

Although he had suffered serious injuries, at this time he was still the strongest off-the-ball shooter on Earth.

A moment later.

The chaos subsided.

The wall was set up.

Lai Nuo was ready to go.

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle.

C Luo lifted his jersey high, showing the world his bulging thigh muscles.

He also used his gaze to estimate the distance from the penalty spot to the goal.

He took a deep breath and began his run-up.

"His eyes showed determination, with a hint of ferocity."

"Let's see how this ball will be struck!"

"Wow!"

Bang!

With a sharp, urgent crack!

The ball traced a 'C' in the air over Lewokusen!

It arced over the high-jumping wall.

It darted lightly yet violently into the net!

3-1!!!

Lai Nuo gave his all; he was just a hair's breadth away from touching the ball!

"Beautiful!"

"The ball went in!"

"C Luo! His free-kick traced a C in the air—that's his trademark!"

"Graceful as a startled swan, like a swimming dragon!"

"In the Champions League semi-final, as the spiritual leader of Real Madrid, he stepped up and delivered the decisive blow!"

"No problem—Real Madrid once again extended their lead to two goals!"

"This is C Luo... the king of the green field."

Duan Xuan is a well-known Messi-black and Ronaldo-fan; he could see the situation was about to get out of control.

He Wei quietly kicked him.

The livestream room.

Comments flew across the screen.

-【The script returns to normal.】

-【Lewokusen is done; under high-intensity defense, mistakes keep increasing.】

-【We need two more goals for 5-1, hurry up.】

-【Real Madrid shows no intention of letting up.】

Beep! Beep-beep~

The referee then blew the whistle for halftime.

C Luo excitedly rushed to the corner flag area and leapt high!

He turned in midair!

He performed the most classic celebration move.

"Siu!"

"Bernabeu's live fans also let out a chant of 'Siu'!"

"Bendel kept waving his hands at his teammates to apologize."

"Li Kang's hard-won away-goal advantage... vanished."

"Real Madrid locker room."

"Beton quickly fiddled with the flag."

"In the second half we can try to kick the tempo up a bit, especially after 70 minutes, when Lewokusen's defenders can't maintain their stamina under this high-intensity pressure."

"No need to mark Li; undeniably he's a genius, but his teammates can't support him in executing any tactic. As long as we hold a deep defensive line, he'll no longer threaten Real Madrid's goal."

"Stay focused, hold nothing back, victory is above all."

"Real Madrid's stars nodded seriously."

"Modric was a bit disappointed; he wanted to communicate with Li Kang... not about individual ability."

"Bale sniffed, looked at Marcelo, and said: 'I always feel it's not that simple?'"

"Lewokusen locker room."

"It was quiet as if someone had died."

"Dino doodled on the small blackboard."

"Tuopu Laotou's face was grim, with nothing he could do."

"Faced with such a disparity in strength, all we could do was counter-attack."

"The players remained silent, their mood heavy."

"They knew they were inferior to the top stars, but they didn't expect to be crushed so thoroughly in actual play."

"We still have a chance!"

"Real Madrid's left-side defense is relatively weak."

"Hakan, it's up to you in the second half! Free Li!"

"The fifteen-minute break ended quickly."

"Both teams' players returned to the pitch."

"Bernabeu, the noise rose again."

"Good evening, friends! Welcome back!"

"Zidane made the first substitution: Yin Si Ke replaced Bale!"

"This should be a switch to a 4-3-1-2 diamond formation!"

"Tuop also made a personnel change: Calhanoglu replaced the underperforming captain Bendel!"

"Both coaches' adjustments are somewhat puzzling."

"Both teams gave us a fantastic first half!"

"In just 45 minutes, both sides were tied 3-1!"

"What changes will happen in the second half? Let's wait and see!"

"Beep!"

"Accompanied by the referee's whistle."

"The second half officially began."

"Lewokusen possession."

"Kiessling kicked off and passed back to Calhanoglu."

"The ball circulated a few times in our own half before being intercepted again."

"Yin Si Ke!"

"A genius forward with a height-to-leg-length ratio of 5:5!"

"While running, his hip sway was more exaggerated than Hazard's."

"What's his nickname?"

"Spanish Messi."

"Real Madrid's Yinniesita."

"He's just not as smart as the two above!"

"Yin Si Ke really hogs the ball!"

"Of course, this time he won the ball himself!"

"Thirty-meter zone."

"Benzema took Van Dijk with him."

"Cristiano Ronaldo took Hibbert and Jonathan Tah with him on the flank!"

"Yin Si Ke easily shook off Calhanoglu's challenge and Kramer's pressure with a flick and a sway."

"At this time, his dribbling was top-notch."

"Although he's not smart, likes to hold the ball, slow to release, and his rhythm doesn't match the BBC or the midfield in ceremonies."

"But Zidane didn't want him to sync up."

"What we want is Yin Si Ke's lack of sync, so the team can launch a layered attack on different time axes!"

"Danger!"

"Marcelo and Carvajal also surged forward from the flanks!"

"The attack came like a wave!"

"There's still a Kroos back there!"

Beautiful!

At the top of the penalty area arc.

Yin Si Ke does not pass the ball.

Lewokusen's defense has not yet adapted to his rhythm.

He is short, with a low center of gravity and short legs, explosive speed with the ball, and his dribbling is second to none.

Nobody can stop him.

Lai Nuo roared angrily.

By the time Van Dijk realized the problem, trying to recover to midfield, it was already too late!

Yin Si Ke fires a shot with the inside of his foot!

The ball clung to the grass and blasted into the lower left corner of Lewokusen's goal.

4-1!!!

The whole stadium gasped.

Beautiful!

A low-driven shot! It killed the match!

As soon as the second half began, the substitute Yin Si Ke immediately made an impact!

In Real Madrid's attacking system, he looks so out of place!

He also caught Lewokusen's defense off guard!

He is indeed the super-genius attacker who once led Malaga to the Champions League quarterfinals!

Real Madrid has taken a three-goal lead!

The match is gradually losing its suspense!

Bernabeu, echoing with passionate chants.

Hala Madrid!!!

Hala Madrid!!!

Hala Madrid!!!

As the number of goals increased.

Real Madrid's players did not put too much energy into celebrating.

Do we still need to waste time against Lewokusen?

Yin Si Ke simply waved his fist, then, surrounded by teammates, returned to his own half.

Lai Nuo knelt on both knees, his expression blank.

Kramer's eyes were red.

Li Kang once again darted into the side netting, lightly chipped the ball, and ran toward the center circle.

At the sideline.

Dino slumped in his seat: "Boss, we..."

Tuopu Laotou sighed:

Make sure to keep a good record.

Bale handles the off-the-ball runs in open play.

Yin Si Ke is responsible for dribbling breakthroughs in positional play.

This is the depth of a top club; their bench has many different types of good players from around the world...

We still have a chance; if we can pull off one attack, we can score another away goal.

Dino wore a bitter expression: "Three goals down... do we still need to calculate a small advantage?"

On the other side.

Betonni suggested: "There's not much suspense left in the match; let J-Ro come on."

Zidane waved his hand: "Wait a bit longer."

Spanish Football Association building.

Miniano clapped excitedly, saying: "Boss, Yin Si Ke and Li will definitely produce special chemistry!"

Bosque patted his big belly, stroked his little mustache: "Not bad, Yin Si Ke will suffer against Germany, but he's perfect for dealing with Italy! We really need this kind of dribbling genius who can't see teammates' positions."

The game restarted at midfield.

Lewokusen dare not play a deep defense.

They began pressing forward.

But they simply cannot break through the midfield barrier formed by Modric and Casemiro.

Li Kang alone cannot hold up.

All his teammates were completely crushed by their markers.

No matter how he links up and positions himself, he cannot steadily maintain possession.

He gestured desperately, directing his teammates' runs and passes.

Minute 55 of the match.

Possession changed hands twice in a row.

Kroos launched a long pass that pierced Lewokusen's backline.

"Here it comes again!"

"Lai Nuo, you will become the most exhausted athlete tonight!"

Yin Si Ke shook off Kramer and trapped the ball smoothly!

This time, however, he couldn't directly shake off Fan dai ke!

Thud!

The ball rolled softly and smoothly on the grass!

Qia er han ao lu got ahead of Ben ze ma.

He sent out a long pass!

Lewokusen's midfield core had already seen Li Kang waving in the front!

"Eh?"

"This is Qia er han ao lu's role, releasing part of Li Kang's task!"

"As long as he can find a chance for a long pass, he can turn the advance into a goal!"

"This is to find the flank... Sun xin min!"

Real Madrid's half-field thirty-meter area.

The ball found Sun xin min!

Ma sai luo immediately stepped up to challenge.

His defense is very weak.

"Three Ma sai luo can't stop one Ma sai luo."

"Sun xin min has gone past!"

"No cutting inside as per personal habit!"

"Go wide! Help the central teammates create space by pulling!"

"Come near the byline... kick a cross!"

Sun xin min's observation skills are strong.

His aerial cross aims to find Li Kang!

Inside Real Madrid's penalty area.

Li Kang, Ji si lin, and Bei la la bi sprinted at high speed!

Wa la nei, La mo si, Mo de li qi, Ka wa ha er, and Ka sai mi luo, five players, are ready!

Three versus five!

The ball spun violently, straight into the penalty area!

Ji si lin led the jump, but was crushed by Wa la nei and La mo si, who had greater leaping ability!

The ball brushed past the tips of Real Madrid's central defenders' hair!

"Back post!"

"There's no chance at the back post either!"

Really, there's no chance!

Li Kang was surrounded!

Tuopu Laotou wore a bitter expression.

Qi dai nei's expression was calm.

When everyone thought Lewokusen's attack would come to nothing.

Bennawu.

A legendary moment was born again.

At the instant the ball fell.

Li Kang had his back to the goal.

Both feet kicked hard into the turf.

He leapt high.

His posture stretched out.

In his view, the golden phantom of Bennawu number 11 appeared again!

Great Sage backward hook!

Mo de li qi and Ka wa ha er looked bewildered.

They are not good at leaping and aerial defense.

They could only watch helplessly as the black-haired silhouette in midair, like a great roc spreading its wings, blocked all light in their sight.

It seemed as if Bennawu's light shone only on Lewokusen number 10 alone.

Nawasi was stunned.

Bei er on the bench was dumbfounded again.