Chapter 25: Is he worth only 1 million euros?

Li Kang dribbles the ball forward swiftly.

Lewokusen's midfield and forward players are also making frantic forward runs.

Herrera and Fellaini press forward quickly.

They try to restrict Li Kang just as they did with Calhanoglu!

"Manchester United's midfield duo presses fiercely!"

"Herrera, after all, is a Basque player; although his physique is slight, his interception skills are superb, and he has a strong grasp of when to win the ball."

"No need to mention Fellaini—his physical advantage is glaring!"

Everyone's gaze focused on the area near the center circle of Manchester United's half.

Herrera and Fellaini surged forward aggressively.

In God's perspective, Li Kang could not find a forward passing lane.

Klis was tightly marked by Carrick.

Son Heung-min was deprived of his positional advantage by Rojo.

Brandt hadn't yet had time to pick up speed.

If he passed the ball back,

This counterattack would turn into a positional battle again.

It was only a moment.

Li Kang then made a decision.

He flicked the ball with his left foot toward Herrera's side.

He suddenly sped up!

Herrera decisively lunged in with a tackle.

He suddenly realized his body was left hanging in the air?

"What's going on? Li Kang shrugged off Herrera again!"

"No foul! The referee signaled for play to continue!"

Herrera sat down hard on the grass.

He looked dazed.

Fellaini's turning motion was slow, and his speed advantage was not obvious.

By the time he tried to track back, Lewokusen's number 10 had already pulled far ahead!

"This kid is too cunning; he always tries to outmuscle our technical midfielders!"

Van Gaal could no longer remain composed!

He waddled over to the sidelines.

He excitedly directed the Manchester United defenders' movements.

Carrick positioned himself in Li Kang's inevitable path.

As Ferguson's era "ball-blind filter", he silently contributed his peak years during his eight seasons with the Red Devils.

Even in 2015, his physicality and defensive anticipation were top-notch among Manchester United's aging, injured squad!

There was no fierce clash as expected.

There was no psychological battle as expected.

There were no feints to test each other.

Li Kang played a short pass!

He never thought of challenging Carrick head-on, since the guy is someone even Drogba couldn't knock over!

Klis pulled wide, dragging Smalling with him.

Son Heung-min received the ball on the right flank, facing the aggressively pressing Rojo.

He tapped the ball with his heel to the overlapping Hilbert on the wing.

The Lewokusen full-back didn't think much, sending a diagonal pass toward the mute dragon descendant.

Li Kang, having reached the position, easily trapped the ball.

At that moment.

He was already standing on the flank of Manchester United's half!

"Beautiful!"

"His passing speed and timing are perfect! His movement is unimaginable! A 17-year-old youngster can be so agile on the Champions League stage!"

"What's most important? He never lets the team's attacking tempo slow down; instead, it keeps getting faster!"

Old Trafford Stadium.

It became much quieter.

The Manchester United fans' hearts felt as if they'd been tugged.

Lewokusen's Asian number 10 is tougher than Calhanoglu!

That kid not only possesses a stunning long-range shot.

He also has impact during the buildup.

He also has exquisite passing technique.

He also has vision and awareness.

This is truly a super genius!

VIP box stands.

Ferguson started chewing a piece of gum again.

The expression on his face was very calm.

His clenched fists were trembling slightly.

The figure of Lewokusen's number 10.

It seemed to remind him of a certain year's Champions League final.

That was a painful memory.

"You're saying this kid came from the La Masia youth academy?"

"Lewokusen only spent 1 million euros to buy him? Damn it! I spent 3.5 million euros on a Dragon Kingdom player over a decade ago!"

"This is unbelievable! Even if you scratch lottery tickets, there weren't such cheap tickets in 2015!"

"Find out his release fee for me, yes! I've retired! I have no other thoughts!"

On the sidelines.

Fan Jiaer heavily patted his forehead: "God, why did you send this kid to torment me in this crucial match?"

His voice was very loud.

When Old Trafford Stadium fell silent.

It just happened to reach Shi Mi Te's ears.

The Lewokusen head coach... his face turned red.

Bei La La Bi and Qia Er Han Ao Lu, their expressions were complex.

The mute Dragon Descendant, looked down upon by the first team, is actually that strong?

In front of Li Kang, only Bu Lin De remained.

This is another player who plays with his brain.

He once earned the title of season's best MVP player as a left back in the Eredivisie.

Physical confrontation is not his strong point.

At least he cannot match Li Kang's 78-point attribute value.

Everything happened very quickly.

Just when Bu Lin De was confident about ending Lewokusen's attack.

Bu Lan Te cut inside to the central lane.

Li Kang slightly moved his left foot.

He delivered a light lateral pass.

He then darted past Bu Lin De's side.

"Beautiful!"

"Bu Lan Te touched the ball once! Excellent wall-pass combination, a two-over-one!"

"Oh no!"

Li Kang received Bu Lan Te's return pass at the top of the penalty arc.

Just as he was about to face the empty goal.

Bu Lin De turned and chased after him.

Both hands.

He tightly wrapped his arms around the waist of Lewokusen's number 10!

Li Kang was knocked to the ground.

Fan Jiaer's whole body seemed about to faint on the ground.

Shi Mi Te excitedly clenched his fists.

Beep!

The head referee blew the whistle.

He showed a yellow card to the Manchester United center-back!

Bu Lin De did not explain.

He friendly helped Li Kang up and patted his butt.

"There's no way around it, Bu Lin De had to commit a tactical foul!"

"Normally, a red card should be given!"

"Both Manchester United center-backs have received a yellow card; let's look at this free kick, the position is not bad."

The head referee took out the foam spray.

He drew a "U" at the foul spot.

Li Kang tightly held the ball.

He gestured to his teammates, indicating that he would take this free kick.

Nobody objected.

After all, this opportunity was won by the Dragon Descendant kid himself.

After coming off the bench, his performance in just a few minutes was the most convincing proof.

De He Ya's expression was solemn, he meticulously directed the wall.

Lin Jiade suddenly shivered.

He quickly covered his crotch with his hands.

"That guy's footwork is terrifying! An Dongni, can we swap positions? I haven't even become a dad yet!"

Ma Xiaer immediately shook his head and refused.

Upon hearing this, the Manchester United players all covered their groins, protecting their chests.

By the field.

Schmidt questioned: "Li Kang can still take free kicks? Nobody told me!"

The assistant coach gave a wry smile and explained: "Wasn't it you who let him skip team training? Usually nobody cares what he's practicing... sigh!"

Bellalabi crossed their arms over their chest.

Unconsciously, they were unwilling to acknowledge Li Kang's ability.

This is a kind of morbid psychology that is very common in group social activities.

"Li Kang is just lucky, fluke a world-class goal! And still fighting for free kicks?"

"Stop being stubborn!"