Chapter 351: Beckenbauer's Module? (Everyday Transition)

VIP private room.

German legends, middle-aged and old men, felt resentful.

"Ancelotti is totally unsuitable for Bayern."

"My grandson simulated this match in his game, and the score turned out to be 2:0!"

"Bayern's overall strength is much greater than Arsenal's!"

"What are our scouts doing? Why did we let that guy Wo Le Er get the jump back then?"

"..."

Beckenbauer wiped his gold-rimmed glasses with a cloth and comforted: "Don't worry, there's still the second leg; Bayern is only behind by two goals and... three away goals."

"Li is too outstanding; he put in another dominant performance tonight."

The German legends remained silent.

They thought Beckenbauer's remarks were overly confident.

Could Bayern's home ground be London?

Allianz Arena.

Security staff, seeing fans reluctant to leave, felt great pressure.

Whenever there's a big match, evacuating crowds from nearby transport and subway stations is a major problem.

Arsenal fans from all over the world cheered wildly.

Noir took off his latex gloves, plopped onto the grass, gazing at Arsenal's number 10's back, and suddenly recalled something: back then, Guardiola solemnly approached Bayern CEO Rummenigge, saying he wanted Noir to play midfield...

However, Bayern's goalkeeper himself felt he was better suited to play striker.

These strange ideas were ultimately never tested at the Allianz Arena.

In the distance.

Lai Wan, Müller, and Robben simply hugged.

They did not lose confidence.

And they believed that the last penalty rekindled hope of advancing in the second leg.

Conversely, the battered defenders had unspeakable bitterness.

Benatia began to doubt himself: whether he was fit to be the commander in a high defensive line...

Boateng couldn't figure out where he lost; each time they clashed, Li's breakthrough traits were different.

Alaba was in great spirits; he ran up to Li Kang, took off his jersey, grinning brightly.

"Li, I pulled up your save from when you transferred to Bayern at 17; I'll send it to you tonight!"

Li Kang smiled.

After a simple hug, they exchanged jerseys.

Kimmich sat dejected on the turf; Martinez patted his head: "You're still young, with plenty of room to grow..."

"Li is also young... he's a couple of years and a few months younger than me!"

On the other side.

Schweinsteiger didn't interact with the home fans; he proactively went to the away stand to thank the Gunners supporters for their trip.

Welbeck, who didn't get to play, had an itchy foot; he excitedly picked up the ball and kicked a wild shot... the ball hit the post and rebounded onto the little black egg.

Morata, with his hair already done, was accepting interviews from media reporters.

"The red flags flutter in the wind; Bayern's trophy room holds countless cups; the German fighting spirit never fades; they will not let down the fans' support!"

"After years of ups and downs, Arsenal has finally ushered in a new era."

"The two-hundred-million-dollar man Li Kang continued his dominant performance, becoming the MVP of this focal match."

"I hope he and Wenger can go further in this year's Champions League campaign, with no regrets!"

"Congratulations, Arsenal; best wishes, Bayern Munich!"

"Let's look forward to the second leg showdown between the two clubs soon!"

Wenger's mood was somewhat complicated.

People are like that; just as winning a lottery brings huge joy, it also spawns other emotions.

The coaching staff didn't expect the match to be so simple; their pre-game tactical base was also low-block defense, attempting to shift the attacking layer to find opportunities.

They did not immediately head toward the tunnel.

He quietly gazed at the disciples on the green field, his thoughts myriad.

Arsenal, will stand atop Europe!

Post-match press conference.

Ancelotti was undergoing a barrage from the Bundesliga media.

"Why not start Müller?"

"If Bayern exits the Champions League at the quarter-finals this year, who should bear responsibility?"

After a moment of silence.

Bayern's head coach began answering questions, showing little emotion on his face:

"The responsibility for the loss lies with the coaching staff; every Bayern player performed excellently."

"Arsenal has undergone a qualitative change; any Champions League quarter-final team facing them would find it difficult!"

"The suspense over qualification remains!"

"Who says we can't beat Arsenal three to nil in London?"

Applause thundered.

A bowl of chicken soup revived the confidence of the Bundesliga media reporters.

One must know.

Ancelotti won the Champions League three times, in 2003, 2007, and 2014.

Historically, only Liverpool's legendary manager Paisley could match this European honor.

Who says Bayern will be eliminated?

We still have the second leg!

That night.

One Champions League news item after another topped the hot searches on major online platforms.

Li Kang, wearing Arsenal's number 10 jersey, once again became the cover figure.

"Old Woman Overpowers Dark Horse, Buffon Comforts Mbappé, Like a Father."

"Europe's Second Attack Stalls, Juventus Shuts Out Monaco!"

"King of the Allianz? The 200 Million Demon King Runs Rampant in Munich!"

"Beckenbauer: Li is very much like me!"

"Cruyff: What nonsense!"

"S-curve! Superb inside cut! Li Kang, shining across Europe!"

"Arsenal on the rise!"

"The Gunners unite to topple the Bundesliga giant!"

The number of comments, likes, and shares surged wildly.

-【Li Mingdeng is here this year to win the Champions League!】

-【Barring surprises, as long as they don't meet Atlético Madrid in the semifinals, Arsenal's full starting lineup will step onto the Qiannian Qiuchang, and Little Li and Wenger will be able to make history!】

-【Atlético Madrid's match is tomorrow!】

-【Running into Juventus is no easy task either! A gang of fierce generals feels like they've entered their prime! Plus, the ever-older and more demonic Xuanming Two Elders and Buffon!】

Returned to the hotel where they were staying.

Everyone suppressed their desire to experience Munich's local customs.

Different from elsewhere.

Munich's red-light district is quieter.

Most of the service staff come from Eastern Europe and Africa...

Li Kang returned to his hotel room.

The system notification sounded softly.

【Ding, mission completed: King of the Allianz.】

【Mission log: You have once again conquered the Bundesliga giant... Don't let your guard down, the London showdown in the second leg remains tough!】

【Mission reward: German Legend·Dark Gold Treasure Chest.】

An ancient, simple treasure chest engraved with strange patterns hovered in midair.

The two young beasts of Bei lai yin lay hidden, showing no interest in the prize pool module.

【Beckenbauer's 'Will of the Emperor' module (damaged)!】

【Gerd Müller's 'Century Golden Boot' module (damaged)!】

【Kahn's 'Lion King' module!】

【Matthäus's 'Miraculous' module!】

【Wo Le Er's 'Wise No. 9' module!】

【Klinsmann's 'Golden Bomber' module!】

【...】

Upon seeing Wo Le Er's name, Li Kang couldn't help but feel a sense of affinity.

He was planning when to make another trip to Bei lai yin... to recharge as well.

【The Dark Gold Treasure Chest is opening...】

【Congratulations on obtaining: Beckenbauer's 'Indomitable Spirit' module!】

【Special effect: When you are gravely injured... you can wield power that makes the world tremble!】

No dazzling hallucinations arose.

In Li Kang's mind, only a simple scene appeared: the wounded Beckenbauer...

He possesses the Injury Recovery module; unless he encounters an injury that heals quickly... otherwise it's impossible to trigger the Indomitable Spirit module.