Chapter 304: Do You Not Have Your Own Li?

CTV5! CTV5! Good evening, viewers!

We are now broadcasting live the 2016/17 season Premier League highlight match!

Manchester City host Arsenal at home!

A clash of two technical teams.

Wenger changed the Premier League, and Guardiola is changing the Premier League.

The unstoppable Gunners.

The blue moon hanging high in the night sky.

What sparks will fly when they collide? Let's wait and see!

I am the commentator for this match, Duan Xuan!

I am He Wei!

The dazzling light show at Etihad Stadium came to an abrupt halt.

Players from both sides walked out of the tunnel, and the stands on all sides erupted instantly.

Fire pillars on both sides of the tunnel shot up.

Morata walked while slapping the buttocks of Manchester City's two mascots, "Moonchester" and "Moonlight".

As he passed by a flight attendant from Etihad Airways, he almost couldn't hold back his hand.

The silk scarf, perky and round, fluttered in the wind.

As Li Kang stepped onto the green field, the system prompt sounded softly.

【Ding, mission triggered: Capture Etihad Stadium.】

【Mission brief: Under the blue moon, the weary Gunners bathe in the clear light... This is a tough match; Guardiola's team, after half a season of integration, has shown terrifying strength, well... I mean... if he doesn't do experiments.】

【Mission reward: David Silva Spatial Artificer Module!】

No need to open a treasure chest?

Is the difficulty of this match that high?

The Blue Moon Magician's spatial module? It should be a supreme skill for breaking through in static environments.

During this period.

Li Kang's understanding of Baggio's "Precise Footwork" permanent passive module has become increasingly integrated.

Although "Messi's Lingbo Microsteps" does not suit his physiological structure, it has given him a deeper understanding of the rhythm of partial evasion.

No longer relying solely on physical dominance to overwhelm opponents and complete breakthroughs.

Li Kang felt his playing style... was becoming more and more like Arsenal's.

"Now let us introduce the starting lineups of both sides."

"Manchester City's formation is 4-1-4-1!"

"Goalkeeper: Bravo."

"Defenders: Kolarov, Kompany, Stones, Zabaleta."

"Single defensive midfielder: Yaya Touré."

"Attacking midfielders: Sané, David Silva, De Bruyne, Sterling."

"Forward: Agüero!"

Live broadcast room.

Bullet comments flooded the screen.

-【Manchester City's starting lineup today is too solid! The strongest duo of wings from the younger generation, Sané and Sterling, are the Premier League's Robben and Ribéry.】

-【Do Kompany, Zabaleta, Kolarov still have oil? Didn't The Sun say they wouldn't appear in the roster next season?】

-【Guardiola finally stopped playing tricks with the lineup! He didn't let David Silva play as a forward, nor as a defensive midfielder.】

-【Is this an enhanced version of the 4-3-3 for strangling?】

-【Yaya Touré starting, moving!】

-【Who is the world's best defensive midfielder—Busquets or Yaya Touré?】

-【For example, Busquets is a hero burdened with shackles and halos, providing strong buffs to his defensive and midfield teammates; Yaya Touré is a walking stat monster, as long as he doesn't rush forward recklessly...】

-【You guys talking about the world's best defensive midfielder... could it not be Little Li?】

-【Kanté wanted to say something, but silently hid in the corner, saying nothing.】

"Arsenal's recent injury wave has greatly eased! Almost the entire squad is back!"

"Wenger's formation is 4-2-1-3."

"Goalkeeper: Čech."

"Defenders: Monreal, Mertesacker, Koscielny, Bellerín."

"Double defensive midfielders: Zakaria, Schweinsteiger."

"Attacking midfielder: Li Kang."

"Forwards: Sánchez, Giroud, Morata."

Live broadcast room.

-【Look, Wenger often doesn't let Little Li play as a defensive midfielder.】

-【After all, they spent two hundred million, so they have to train him as a quasi-ball king.】

-【Wenger's setup is very targeted; the two defensive midfielders have strong ball-playing ability, their slowness is an acceptable drawback, David Silva himself leans toward static attack, and Manchester City can explode on both flanks, mainly targeting Arsenal's half-spaces.】

-【Wenger's goal is to force Manchester City to shift their attack focus to the side of De Bruyne and Sterling.】

-【Stop bragging, I favor Manchester City in this match; Arsenal can't keep winning, brothers, hurry up and follow, double down all the way to chase! Follow me to break the streak!】

The main referee blew his whistle.

The match officially began.

Manchester City possession.

Aguero glanced at Li Kang, then kicked off and passed to Yaya Toure.

The Blue Moon's super striker is a close friend of Messi's.

"A clash of titans."

"The fans on both sides in the stands are also engaging in a battle of momentum."

"Manchester City's passing routes are so beautiful, they always find gaps in Arsenal's pressing net."

"Beautiful."

"Goalkeeper Bravo's ground-skimming long pass tore through the opponent's front-line high press!"

"The Blue Moon launched a fierce offensive right from the kickoff!"

Leaving aside the results.

Guardiola's Manchester City boasted an average possession rate of up to 65% and a passing success rate of up to 90% this season—there was simply no need to worry about progression issues.

Thunderous applause.

The Blue Moon players actually managed to maintain their formation's structural integrity even while the ball was swiftly moving diagonally.

The ultimate in collective passing and running had long abandoned the Nou Camp, instead favoring the Etihad.

Fortunately.

Although Zakaria and Schweinsteiger were slow, their traits complemented each other, and when paired together, their positional defending was terrifyingly strong.

Consequently, the defensive cover and positioning of Monreal and Bellerin became even easier.

And there was the diligent Giroud—whenever he dropped back into defense, Arsenal firmly secured their advantage in aerial defense.

Time passed.

Arsenal's midfield and backline used a slow-to-fast approach to contain several of Guardiola's Manchester City's counterattacks.

"Wenger's setup is absolutely brilliant."

"Manchester City's attacking end combines the flanks and the center."

"Arsenal's defensive end similarly combines the flanks and the center."

15th minute of the match.

Sane surged into the edge of Arsenal's penalty box and received a through ball from De Bruyne.

He hadn't even had time to accelerate again.

He was immediately surrounded by Zakaria, Monreal, and Mustafi.

Thud!

The football shot high into the air and was cleared to near the center circle.

Goalkeeper—Bravo.

This guy had somehow wandered far from his own penalty area at some point.

Clap!

Another ground-skimming medium-to-long pass found De Bruyne.

He then lifted his foot in stride.

At the Etihad Stadium, a rainbow suddenly appeared!

"No touch, just a beautiful arcing diagonal pass—De Bruyne!"

"His feet can draw rainbows."

Live stream.

Bullet comments flew across the screen.

-【Dingding is awesome!】

-【So handsome!】

-【Don't you guys have your own De Bruyne?】

-【Blue Moon's core.】

The beautiful, lively arc ignited the hot blood in the hearts of Blue Moon fans.

In the camera shot.

A figure displayed a demonic running posture.

"Found Sterling making a run through the middle!"

"The rhythm began to shift!"

"He sped up!"

"If the explosive point of Guardiola's Barcelona was Messi, then the explosive point of Guardiola's Manchester City during its exploratory phase was Sterling!"

Sterling's running posture is often imitated by fans.

Head up, chest out, bent waist, raised buttocks—nicknamed the "duck run."

At age 11, his talent caught Wenger's eye; he was so excited he couldn't sleep all night, only to be opposed by his mother.

"If you go to Arsenal, there are fifty kids there just as good as you."

"Do you think you're Fabregas?"

"Go to Queens Park Rangers instead—there are more opportunities there."

Sterling listened to his mother's words.

Including his running style, which he had been imitating since childhood from his mother.

It sounds quite heartwarming.

But this guy is no well-behaved little black egg.

On the sidelines.

Guardiola's expression was serious, his hands frantically "forming seals".

Players who react a bit slower, whose minds are a bit dull, find it hard to instantly grasp the intention.

Fortunately.

Manchester City has no shortage of clever players.

During the attack, apart from Sané in the front, everyone else frantically rotated and swapped positions.

Arteta stroked his chin, not knowing what he was thinking about.

On the other side.

Wenger frowned tightly.

His targeted arrangement was disrupted by Guardiola's "position rotation".

Zakaria and Schweinsteiger, the two relatively slow midfielders, find it hard to stop the switching of Manchester City's attacking form...

What method should be used to prevent them from advancing into the thirty-meter zone?

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by cheers from behind.

Boerde stammered: "Li dealing with Sterling... is just like picking up a little duck..."

Thirty-meter zone.

Sterling, attempting to dribble past, suddenly found nothing under his feet.

His whole body was overturned onto the ground.

Li Kang easily won the football.

"Handsome Sterling..."

"Handsome for no more than three seconds."

"Manchester City's high press and immediate counter-press!"

"The defensive framework ingrained in Premier League blood... wow!"

David Silva in the distance immediately called for teammates to retreat... his thoughts were very clear: can't stop Li! We must drop into deep defense!

Unfortunately.

His voice was quickly drowned out by the cheers of tens of thousands of spectators.

Sterling quickly got up and gave chase.

De Bruyne closed in.

Kobarov, who had surged forward to midfield, launched a fierce collision.

Three against one.

Interception combining strength and skill.

God's perspective had already grasped everything.

The shadow of the "charged" brain spread wildly.

The system panel, all attribute values appeared with small green upward arrows.

Left foot pulled back stylishly.

The football traced a "U" path behind him.

De Bruyne stepped into empty air with one foot.

His cheeks felt the caress of the fierce wind.

His expression was slightly shocked.

He didn't see the football's motion clearly, only remembered the elegant footwork of Arsenal's number 10...

Sterling heavily collided with the rushing Kobarov.

Two Manchester City teammates fell to the ground in pain.

"Ah!"

"U-shaped pull-back!"

"Stylish footwork, terrifying foot frequency."

"Manchester City's three defenders couldn't even touch his coattail."

"Li Kang chose the most elegant way, destroying Manchester City's attacking focal point!"

"Data shows... he has a particularly high win rate against possession-style teams."

In God's perspective.

Morata seemed to share a tacit understanding with himself.

The moment Arsenal regained possession.

This guy started sprinting... slipping between Stones and Kompany into the sensitive zone.

The terrifying acceleration frightened Manchester City's goalkeeper Bravo into quickly retreating to his own penalty area.

"Arsenal counterattack!"

"There are a bit few attacking players."

"Giroud and Sanchez, who joined the defense, can't get back in time."

"Can Li Kang and Morata break through Manchester City's defense?"

"Can't break through!"

"Eh?"

Li Kang, while running, raised his hand pointing forward.

Pa—

The football was horizontally struck by him to the flank.

It wasn't a pass to the animated figure on the sideline advertisement board.

It was a pass to Bellarin!

This guy's burst speed, when in good form, can squeeze into Europe's top five!

At the same time.

Li Kang, no longer in possession of the ball, studded the turf and launched a sprint toward Manchester City's half.

"Bellarin understood Li Kang's gesture."

"He wants to pass forward, find Morata."

"The adjustment time is a bit excessive."

"Too slow!"

"If we wait any longer, Manchester City players will be in position."

"Beautiful!"

"The passes from La Masia youth academy never disappoint the audience's expectations."

Bellarin also doesn't want to be slow.

He has always considered himself the fastest man in the Premier League.

But there's nothing he can do.

He has to wait.

Wait for Morata to run into space.

The waiting process is agonizing.

Peng!

The football lifted off the ground.

Floating vaguely yet not losing too much precision.

Directly falling into Manchester City's half, the thirty-meter zone.

There.

The thick hair gel on Morata's head reflected the light of Etihad.

Sideline of the pitch.

Guardiola's hands hung down, expression puzzled.

He felt that after Li Kang's through-ball, signaling teammates to directly long-pass while he himself surged forward... was a bit excessive.

Why do it this way?

With Li's passing skill, it's very easy to directly help Morata create attacking threats.

Manchester City's head coach wanted to pull out pen and paper from his suit pocket.

But his gaze couldn't shift from the Arsenal number 10 sprinting wildly in the wind on the green field.

"Beautiful!"

"Morata's judgment of the landing point is too accurate!"

"Oh! Kompany and Stones also anticipated this!"

"One old, one young, two top center-backs' defensive thinking is very unified!"

"Double-team!"

"Shut the door!"

"The heritage of the Blue Moon!"

"The unstoppable bullet cannot reach the moon!"

Kompany looks very old.

Actually he is only 30 years old.

Sturdy build, explosive combat power.

Although he doesn't look smart enough, his game reading and tactical understanding far surpass ordinary players.

And Stones?

He is only 21 years old this year, his defensive style differs from traditional English center-backs.

If Maguire is a heavy armored infantryman, he is a light-armed ranger charging into battle.

Defender.

Likewise can be very agile.

The spectators at Etihad live are almost out of breath.

All eyes are focused on Manchester City's vacant half.

The drawback of the high defensive line.

But Guardiola has the ability to solve this problem.

Morata cannot escape two top center-backs, let alone firmly control the ball.

An unexpected event occurred.

The moment the football hit the ground.

Arsenal forward leapt high, handsome face... looking back at the moon!

Stones and Kompany slightly relaxed.

Forcing Morata's header to flick back, it also counts as a successful defense by the Blue Moon.

Not flustered.

And Yaya Touré!

The camera pulls back.

All the spectators' gazes, unconsciously, followed the ball's trajectory to the second landing point.

Two figures rushing in, seizing the view.

Li Kang and Yaya Touré.

The Two Hundred Million Man and the strongest one-on-one combatant, "World-Class Waist."

Running.

Shoulder collision.

The close-range audio equipment transmitted continuous sounds of close combat.

Neither of their speeds slowed by even a fraction.

As if two ferocious beasts were fighting over food, shaking the entire Etihad Stadium with a slight tremor.

"A blood-pumping clash!"

"Yaya Touré's speed is even faster!"

"Seizing position."

"The Black Leg lifts high!"

"Manchester City's Beast Waist must prove to the fans, to Guardiola... that he remains among Europe's elite defensive midfielders!"

"No problem... eh!"

The moment Yaya Touré's right foot left the ground.

Feeling the surge of power emanating from Li Kang's body.

A miscalculation.

This kid was waiting for me to stand on one foot...

To trigger this level of explosion... does he think he's Torres?

No matter.

Still in time.

Clear the danger!

Still in time to clear the danger!

Too late.

The Manchester City beast stumbled, his high-raised right foot failing to make contact with the ball.

Li Kang regained position.

After receiving the ball, he began to surge forward.

"So domineering!"

"Even Yaya Touré couldn't stop him!"

"A one-on-one!"

"Even through the screen, we can feel the fear of Manchester City fans!"

"Defenders don't have time to get into position."

"The outcome remains full of suspense."

"Li Kang will face... the true god from twelve yards out, Bravo!"

Bravo's last encounter with Li Kang was while representing Barcelona.

During that period, he was known as the King of the Copa América and the bane of South American strikers.

His footwork can connect with any passing and control system.

His one-on-one blocking ability is top-tier.

His penalty-saving attribute is off the charts.

His great bodily flexibility allows him to make astonishing save movements.

As long as he doesn't play fancy.

He is the most suitable goalkeeper for Manchester City's system.

The spotlights of Etihad Stadium seemed to shine only on the two of them.

"Bravo's timing for coming out is perfect!"

"Li Kang's psychological pressure at this moment must be immense, all shooting angles sealed off."

"In this clash of titans... wanting to break through the opponent's goal is no easy task."

"Wow!"

The close-in instant.

Manchester City's goalkeeper, Tong Kong, shrank.

The Arsenal number 10 before him... his footwork in a decelerated state is extremely bizarre.

Right shoulder sinking.

Weight shifting left.

Stepping out with the right foot.

The body's center of gravity changing again.

Etihad Stadium collectively held its breath at this moment!

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Unfamiliar body swaying.

The footwork became increasingly dense.

The Perfect Ball King's kicking style?

This is the utterly domineering Ball King's kicking style!

Bravo stared, mouth agape, and in his panic could no longer maintain his balance.

He was lost... completely unable to fathom Li Kang's step frequency changes.

At the moment he was knocked down, he could only pray that Arsenal's number 10 was possessed by Torres.

Of course, he was not possessed by Torres.

Li Kang strolled leisurely.

Facing the empty goal, he gently pushed.

The ball rolled along the turf, straight into Manchester City's net.

0:1!

!

Guardiola clutched his head with both hands, his face full of disbelief.