Chapter 243: Intellect Suppression

By the sideline.

Wenger and Boerde almost had their jaws drop.

According to the pre-match defensive deployment: if Barcelona controls possession and slows the advance, our players should, during the retreat, cut off the connection between the opponent's midfield and forward line... then increase pressing intensity in the 30- to 40-meter area, thereby suffocating the speed-up of La Masia's tiki-taka in dangerous zones...

This is one of the basic conditions for the 'Wenger II' to counter Barcelona's pressure and launch counterattacks.

Who would have thought the ball had just rolled past midfield when Li Kang cut it off!

Could it be that Arsenal is going to suppress Barcelona?

On the other side.

Enrique isn't panicking at all.

"I've already solved the problem of midfield aging."

"Even if we lose possession, we can still execute an immediate press like Guardiola and Bi Nuo La Wa's peak dream team!"

Camp Nou

Arsenal fans from all over Europe cheered wildly, and the huge sound that erupted instantly drowned out the sighs of the Catalan fans.

Witnessing Li Kang break Barcelona's control of the game, the delight was comparable to scoring a goal!

Peak dream four Barcelona?

Where is the dominance?

Gomes had no time to be gloomy; this super big core from the Bat Legion had a very good match mentality.

Neymar and Roberto quickly came over to help defend.

Three formed a double-team.

"Don't panic, Barcelona is starting to press immediately."

"The triangular passing point creates a local numerical advantage, a 3-on-1!"

"Li Kang is going to pass this ball back..."

The ball traced a V-shaped trajectory in front of Li Kang.

Neymar's kick missed.

Immediately after.

Li Kang stomped the grass and began to burst forward!

Robert and Gomes' frontal interception... was like a wafer!

Pap—!

People and horses overturned!

"Wow!"

"A straight acceleration with no skill!"

"Li Kang forced out an advancing route!"

"Too terrifying!"

"Roberto and Gomes widened their positioning to prevent him from passing to the flank..."

"Too bad, impossible to defend!"

"Facing a midfielder like Li Kang with an overbearing physique... Barcelona can't restrict him as before!"

If he were still at Lewokusen, Li Kang would need to wait for his teammates' runs.

But at Arsenal, he doesn't need to.

In God's perspective.

Sanchez, Morata, and Walcott fired three arrows in unison, madly tearing at the opponent's defensive line.

Bellerin and Monreal exerted all their strength, galloping on both flanks.

This is the feedback of the Gunners' overall attacking consciousness.

How many defenders are left at the back for Barcelona?

Four!

The red-and-blue number 10's phantom... gradually coalesced in the wind.

Ronaldinho

A sturdy, robust phantom, straining to emerge.

Carlos

The pressing system of La Masia's philosophy never anticipated that the monster they raised with their own hands would one day stand on the opposing side!

Busquets is a bit glum.

He no longer has Mascherano and Alves beside him.

The numerical advantage in attack-defense transitions simply cannot be established.

Barcelona's defensive line is facing an extremely severe test.

No problem.

As long as we cut off Arsenal's passing and cutting, all danger will dissipate.

The camera followed the advance of Arsenal's number 10 at high speed.

Barcelona's defensive midfielder quickly judged Li Kang's attacking direction.

The brain spun rapidly.

He directed his defensive teammates' movements while silently waiting for a head-on clash with Li Kang.

"All of Arsenal's passing and cutting connections are temporarily cut off."

"Wenger's football philosophy cannot be displayed at Camp Nou."

Come on.

This is me and Li, the destiny showdown of two generations of La Masia's number 4.

A game of space.

VIP box.

Roberto was comforting the Barcelona senior staff.

Don't panic.

Our defensive line adjusts quickly.

Pulling back and contracting to open up the wings; if Li can't get past Busquets and instead chooses to steadily pass the ball to the flanks, that will give Roberto, Dennis, and Gomes ample time to recover defensively.

Barcelona's sporting director fired off a rapid barrage of words.

He is one of Cruyff's personally transmitted disciples.

His understanding of the situation far surpasses that of this bunch of incompetent managers.

Look, there's no problem at all...

In my sight, Arsenal's number 10... suddenly slowed his steps.

Roberto, his face instantly turned ashen.

Hey? This move!

Are you trying a long shot?

It's a full thirty-five yards from the goal!

Busquets looked completely bewildered.

Been had!

What destiny showdown, what stifling of Wenger's tiki-taka... yet again suppressed by intellect!

I haven't even had time to close him up close.

Li actually wants to take a long shot.

This timeline... who can interfere with him?

Pitchside.

Wenger stood in the technical area, suddenly feeling that happiness had come too suddenly.

He gives the midfield and forward players a high degree of freedom.

Especially the right to shoot.

Tiki-taka is just one of Arsenal's attacking forms.

'Wen Yiqi' prefers counter-attack.

Beautiful, sexy football has many ways of expression...

But... he never even dreamed that Li Kang could so easily tear apart Barcelona!

His assistant coach Boerde beside him could no longer contain himself, raising both fists in early celebration!

The other side.

Enrique's gaze was vacant.

A voice suddenly rose from his heart: The person who understands Barcelona best is right here at Arsenal...

In Li Kang's vision.

The phantom of the red-blue number 10 and the white number 3 gradually overlapped.

Totally different bizarre playing styles intertwined at this moment.

Two kinds of chaotic emotions frenziedly entangled.

Facing the wind.

Swinging the arms.

Kicking off.

A resounding explosion rang across the sky, as if it were Camp Nou's wail!

All Catalan fans, trembling with fear!

Like terrifying thunder.

It blasted apart the Catalan night sky.

Yet like a gentle breeze.

It traced out the tenderness of late summer.

Ter Stegen's chest felt a tightness.

Even if his teammates in front of the defense were perfectly positioned, they could not block Li Kang's deadly strike.

In his despair... he lunged desperately to save.

His fingertips ultimately could not hold onto anything.

Barcelona's net, after a year, was once again lifted by its heir.

0:1!

!

Wow!

World-class shot!

Unpredictable devilish arc!

"Fierce, overbearing ball speed!"

"Unpredictable devilish arc!"

Shi Potian startled!

Visual feast!

Li Kang... once again captured Camp Nou!

The pinnacle dream of four dynasties had not yet opened... before he blasted it apart.

Little Dennis's defensive recovery speed was still too slow, just a bit short of forming a blockade...

Let's watch the replay again!

Unbelievable, he practically saw through Barça's backfield defensive setup, the opponent's running tendencies...

His grasp of shooting timing, control of steps... is hard to put into words!

In the frame of his long-range shot, all Barça players... seemed to make space to watch his heavy cannon!

His physical hardware still insufficient to support 99 points of leg strength.

Li Kang staggered two steps, then fell onto the turf.

Different from before.

The thigh pain this time quickly eased.

A moment later.

He pulled Little Dennis's hand and got up again.

The achievement wall on the system panel glowed white.

【Thanks to Enrik IV, who granted us the right to roast suckling pig!】

Numerous joking prayers madly surged into his mind.

A map-shaped marker protruded from the panel, glaring and eye-catching.

【Yin Biliya Peninsula Hero: When you step onto the La Liga and Primeira Liga fields, recovery rate increases by 20%】

The illusions of Ronaldinho and Carlos separated, dissipating in the wind.

Camp Nou, shrouded in fear.