Chapter 376: Super Li Kang (Daily Transition)

Casillas and Buffon shook hands amicably, exchanging team flags.

The main referee said a few simple words, then tossed the coin.

Taking advantage of the guessing segment.

Maguire and Musatfi repeatedly rehearsed their defensive deployment.

"Our defensive thinking must be unified."

"Alright, I've won the World Cup; the Champions League semi-final is nothing to me."

"I still remember you single-handedly defending against the referee..."

The two chatted enthusiastically.

Cech stared at this pair of center-backs before him, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition—his eight conceded goals this season were because of these two guys...

In Li Kang's field of vision, no phantom appeared.

【"King of London" Achievement: Your teammates are rushing from all directions.】

【Mission Triggered: Desperate Situation at Emirates Stadium.】

【Mission Briefing: Arsenal's central defensive pairing is a crouching tiger, hidden dragon; football is an eleven-person sport—enjoy the match. Life's journey is always filled with regrets; you must accept reality.】

【Mission Reward: Blessing of Gun Dragon Rex.】

Beep!

The main referee blew his whistle.

The match officially began.

Juventus possession.

Higuain kicked off, passing to Pjanic.

Arsenal's formation steadily retreated, leaving Welbeck up front.

Allegri did not employ any "left-wing pivot suppression tactic" this time.

No major positional shifts or formation changes.

Mandzukic operated routinely in midfield, coordinating with Higuain and Dybala to tear apart the defense.

"No intention to seize the opening."

"Facing a depleted Arsenal, Juventus is not rash."

"Most of the match will enter a positional battle phase."

"Steady advance."

The ball was passed unhurriedly across the green pitch.

Morata, Welbeck gave their all in sprinting and pressing, but failed to disrupt Juventus's midfield and backline.

Too many passing options.

Around Pjanic gathered a cluster of auxiliary attachments.

He even bothered not to perform excessive evasive maneuvers.

Facing Xiao Heidan's pressure, Juventus midfield need only lightly return the ball, after which Bonucci behind him becomes a ball-launching cannon.

Dybala also plays many roles, occasionally dropping deep to assist in ball distribution, liberating Khedira.

Juventus, relying on very conservative and traditional tactical operations, gradually suppressed the depleted Arsenal.

Commentary booth.

Pirlo spoke with excitement.

"The prelude to the night of comeback."

"The frail, sick, and disabled Gunners have no power to fight back!"

"Victory belongs to Juventus!"

Sideline.

Wenger frowned tightly.

He is skilled at handling traditional tactical framework Serie A powerhouses, but a clever wife cannot cook without rice...

He has no cards left; Arsenal wanting to tactically restrain the old lady is nearly a fantasy.

Another side.

Allegri pressed both hands downward into the air.

Signaling his disciples not to rush to open fire.

Do not easily lose possession... especially do not let Li Ce initiate a transition attack.

The match entered the positional battle phase.

8th minute.

Bonucci dribbled forward, drawing Arsenal's midfield to contract, then immediately passed the ball to the right flank!

Alves leaned back with his back to Monreal, securing the ball steadily.

No entanglement.

The Samba full-back's heel flicked skillfully backward.

The ball slipped through Monreal's trousers.

"Beautiful!"

"Heel-through-trousers, then completing a turn-and-dribble past the opponent with lightning speed!"

"No problem!"

"Juventus's attacking routine is simple and unadorned!"

"Alves ignored Dybala's call for the ball; the latter had already been blocked by Li Kang."

"Bring the ball to the end line..."

"Cross!"

Alves charged to the vicinity of the right end line.

Pa!

The football left the ground, spinning violently, soaring toward the penalty area!

Commentary booth.

Henry's cannon-like commentary came in rapid succession.

He is now also a BBC commentary guest.

"Don't panic."

"Arsenal's two substitute center-backs both possess dominant aerial defensive capabilities..."

"The Gunners' low defensive positioning is very solid, everyone fulfilling their duties..."

The words had just fallen.

A chaotic scene unfolded.

Following the positional interchange between Mandzukic and Higuain, Maguire and Mustafi collided in their runs.

At the instant all high-point jumpers leapt.

The close-up shot recorded a horrifying scene.

Maguire's occiput struck Mustafi's forehead!

The football grazed the latter's crown, altering its trajectory.

Indeed, it was terrifying aerial defense...

But the football then thundered toward the upper right corner of the goal!

An absolutely dead angle!

Cech's mind continuously replayed the attack routes of Mandzukic and Higuain from two points, but despite guarding against thousands of possibilities, he never calculated being ambushed by his own teammate!

Even with his body fully extended in midair, the platinum-colored gloves could not pluck the football away.

0:1!

!

The Emirates Stadium was instantly shrouded in despair.

The traveling Juventus fans, the Zebra Legion, fell into ecstatic celebration.

After Mandzukic and Higuain repeatedly confirmed the goal, they began to embrace in celebration.

Own goal?

"Beautiful."

"The ball went in!"

"Juventus, with greater overall strength, controlled the match."

"Alves' exquisite cross produced this own goal!"

"Both sides finally returned to the same starting line."

"I never expected that the one leading the assault on the Emirates Stadium... would be an Arsenal player."

"Given the disparity in overall strength, Juventus doesn't need any complex attacking patterns to pose a threat."

"What a splendid start!"

Live stream.

A chorus of wailing and howling.

-【Hilarious, teammates collided with each other.】

-【Mustafi, you bastard!】

-【What the hell! If they keep playing like this, Arsenal will be eliminated!】

-【Cech's best goalkeeper days are gone; Buffon and Oblak's Champions League goal-conceded numbers now easily surpass him.】

-【Arsenal is done, heading for a massacre at the hands of Juventus.】

-【Watch the replay: Arsenal's low defensive setup was excellent, Li Mingdeng contained Dybala, Cazorla cut off the link between Pjanic and his teammates, Elneny tightly marked Hediira, the Gunners squeezed Juventus' central attacking space, Alves could only deliver end-line crosses, and in the aerial duel in the box, Arsenal held the advantage! Yet I truly couldn't comprehend this own goal.】

-【Maguire and Mustafi both accurately judged the ball's trajectory, but their defensive thinking wasn't unified, leading to this aerial disaster.】

-【My 4:1 prediction was half correct.】

Juventus players gathered at the corner flag area, celebrating wildly.

In their eyes, victory drew ever closer.

If Arsenal in the first leg was a hard-to-chew bone, then Arsenal in the second leg was soft, delicious Italian pizza.

Juventus fans' faces beamed with happy smiles.

Yin Spiriton fans angrily denounced the culprit of the conceded goal.

Maguire and Mustafi did not argue this time.

One looked dazed.

One buried his head in his knees.

Cech helplessly patted the goalpost, clearly the entire defensive system had no issues... yet he was so unlucky.

Li Kang picked up the football and ran back to the center circle.

Accompanied by a faint, almost inaudible rooster crow.

Tottenham's mascot - the Happy Little Rooster Chickpei, arrived first.

White Deer Lane is closest to the Emirates Stadium.

Coach's bench.

Part of the El-Silington fans were extremely angry, and the awning was being bombarded with random junk.

"Out!!!"

"Out!!!"

"Out!!!"

Wenger wiped his forehead.

Boerde sighed: "An accident, just an accident."

On the contrary.

Allegri remained very calm.

He did not rejoice wildly over this own goal.

Instead, he called for Pjanic and Dybala, pointing out that the midfield space was too crowded for the players.

Commentary bench.

Piero was so excited he almost took off his suit and jumped onto the table to dance.

Excited, his whole body felt hot.

"This goal is the start of the massacre!"

"Just as I said, what a wonderful night of comeback."

"Arsenal has no power to fight back!"

"The goddess of fortune is smiling at the Zebra Army!"

"Arsenal's defensive formation has no problem, but Juventus' attacking individuals are stronger. Li is naturally outstanding. If he, like me and Ronaldo, had enjoyed applause and flowers when too young, it would not be a good thing."

"Young people need setbacks; great Juventus will give him a good lesson."

Henry beside him could not interject.

It was unpleasant.

If Juventus scores another away goal, Arsenal will fall into an inescapable situation.

Arsenal's Champions League journey has always been entangled with the word 'setback'.

The game restarted from the center circle.

Morata passed the ball back to Li Kang.

Juventus' frontline players quickly surged past the midfield circle.

The football was steadily passed under the red-and-white jerseys, yet an accident still occurred.

Elneny, the Egyptian, made a mistake.

He had once been the Swiss league's defensive midfielder with the fewest mistakes, attracting interest from European powerhouses due to his outstanding linking and passing ability.

But the opponent was Mandzukic.

A head-on collision, pressing to snatch with the Zebra God Forward's attributes maxed out.

"Oh no, the ball is lost."

"Elneny tried to win it back, but the opponent had already passed it!"

"Dybala!"

Dybala did not wait for the ball.

After observing Higuain's position in advance, he began to make a forward run as the third attacking point.

Mandzukic's pass was timed perfectly.

A great opportunity to extend the lead!

Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind brush past.

Where was the ball passed to him?

The Emirates Stadium erupted in waves of cheers.

"Li Kang's anticipation was spot-on, a perfect interception!"

"Don't rush, Arsenal should slowly reorganize... wow! He surged forward!"

Juventus' formation was in the process of pressing forward and had not expected to lose the ball so easily.

Li Kang's steps grew faster and faster.

The "Turn the Tide" module flashed.

The buff effects from injured teammates appeared one by one.

Happy little rooster, proudly strutting with head high.

【Tottenham Totem: Body balance greatly increased.】

"Speed is not particularly fast."

"Juventus has ample time to rebuild the interception line."

"In front of Li Kang, the best situation is for Morata to receive the ball."

Khedira and Pjanic guarded Li Kang's necessary path.

A direct confrontation.

A restriction on Li Kang and Morata's passing connection.

The distance kept closing.

Li Kang did not change lanes, nor did he slow down.

Khedira, experienced, did not easily commit a tackle, but tried to use his body to block position, then let Pjanic complete the interception.

His balance and strength in physical confrontation, along with waist and abdominal strength, are already near the ceiling in Europe.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have become a female celebrity killer.

Close-range instant.

Hedira seized the gap between Li Kang and the football.

He forced his way through.

Hand-pushed chest.

Buttocks pushed buttocks.

Thighs locked thighs.

Perfect close-quarters positioning textbook!

Pjanic quickly followed up: preparing to intercept the football after Li Kang lost control.

Immediately after.

An astonishing scene occurred.

Li Kang easily sidestepped, adjusted his center of gravity in the blink of an eye, released force, and caused Hedira to lose balance.

Then he fiercely kicked the turf.

He squeezed past Pjanic and smoothly dribbled the ball!

In the eyes of tens of thousands of spectators on site: Li Kang calmly brushed past Juventus' two defensive midfielders...

"What kind of body balance is this?"

"Too exaggerated!"

"Arsenal's advancing speed is very fast!"

"Is Li Kang going to single-handedly break through Juventus' defensive line?"

Piero's face turned ashen, unable to utter a word.

Wenger was excited beyond control.

Allegri's expression twisted into a "囧" character.

Trapped in a残阵.

Can Arsenal's number 10, worth 200 million, still perform like this?

Such a midfield with an built-in transition attack system is terrifying!

Juventus' defensive line did not descend into chaos.

The three center backs each fulfilled their duties.

Chiellini pressed forward.

Barzagli waited in position.

Bonucci, as the "offside trap" soul figure, lingered at the rear of the defensive line, luring Morata into making a mistake.

They were not three individuals fighting alone.

Sandro, in this match as an asymmetrical defensive full-back, tightly marked the little black egg-Welbeck.

Alves, on the other flank, exerted all his strength to track back, death-gripping Iwobi who wanted to create attacking width.

Li Kang drove the ball past Juventus' half-field forty-meter zone.

Facing the oncoming Chiellini.

This time he chose not to pass.

In his vision, the Fulham mascot-Billy Badger, swiftly appeared.

【Fulham Totem: It will make your feints look more realistic.】

The "super change of direction" buff brought by Sanchez was also fully manifested in an instant.

The two buff effects complemented each other.

"Crossbow feint change of direction!"

"The movement is too fast!"

"Ultimate line change!"

"Here it comes!"

Chiellini completely couldn't keep up with Li Kang's movements...

Being shaken, he lost his balance.

He could no longer obstruct.

It's fine.

Behind him still stood his teammates, Li Kang couldn't possibly...

Impossible.

At the moment the Italian center-back fell to the ground, his eyes showed surprise as he saw Arsenal's number 10 make a shooting motion!

Is Li going to shoot from this position?

Young beast's roar.

Metal clashing.

【Chelsea Totem: Stanford Blue Lion will greatly improve your shooting accuracy.】

【West Ham United Totem: Little Iron Hammer will bestow upon you immense force.】

Li Kang swung his arm against the wind.

He kicked.

Thud!

The entire London city seemed to tremble slightly.

The Juventus defense, pulled apart by Morata and Verbeke, was struck by a long rainbow piercing the sun!

The football shot out fiercely.

Thunderous strike!

Unstoppable!

Juventus' first half seemed to have been torn open by a huge crack.

Buffon only felt the shadow in his vision growing larger and clearer.

He is old.

Even if he could predict the shot's angle... his body could not keep up at all.

No.

Even if he returned to sixteen, he still couldn't stop it!

Juventus' net was finally pierced.

1:1!

!

The revenge fury of the Zebra Army was also blown away like smoke by Shi Potian's stunning individual performance...

At the Emirates Stadium, after two seconds of silence, a mountain-collapse-and-sea-surge-like cheer erupted.

"Half-time is already within range!"

"Super world wave!"

"Super Li Kang!"

"Trapped in a残阵, yet turning the tide!"

"The ultimate performance of one person!"

"He single-handedly carried back the armory that had fallen into adversity!"

"Arsenal equalized the score, once again gaining the advantage for advancement!"

Live stream room.

Bullet comments flew everywhere.

-【Li Wudi!】

-【Super Li Kang!】

-【Intercept, advance, after losing ball control radius still able to break through the interception net, accelerate and surge, feint with crossbow move and change direction, then shoot directly... I can't even do that smoothly in the game!】

-【Too strong, this goal is the comprehensive manifestation of Li Mingdeng's multiple perfect abilities.】

-【I originally thought he would waste the shot! Unexpectedly, it was a super world wave! Directly ignoring Barzagli and Bonucci!】

-【Bonucci was calculating carefully... busy with psychological warfare to create offside, but Li Mingdeng directly exploded a shot from the forty-meter zone!】

-【Strange, clearly Arsenal's lineup is worse, why do I sympathize with Juventus?】

-【The true King of London.】

-【Even trapped in a残阵, alone against the Zebra Army, I Li Kang, am still invincible under heaven.】

Li Kang pressed his slightly numb inner thigh.

At this moment, his full burst of enhancement was enough to offset the physical burden of the super long shot.

However, Juventus' defense might not give such long-shot space again.

In his vision, several small animals weakly and contentedly lay at his feet.

Morata and Verbeke lunged at him wildly.

"We scored, this time it's not a fluke!"

"So handsome!"

"The power of this shot is truly terrifying, Buffon is so young... he hasn't even become a grandfather yet."

Arsenal players celebrated excitedly.

Home fans also shouted the hero's name.

"Lee!

!"

"Lee!

!"

"Lee!

!"

Stand area.

Sanchez and Walcott, Koscielny and other old, weak, sick, and disabled ones excitedly tapped their plasters and crutches.

"Your crossbow feint and change of direction, is it learned from Li?"

"His movement speed and ball control precision are higher, too熟练!"

"Li's tackle is like mine!"

Juventus players felt somewhat helpless.

Hedira spread his hands.

Pjanic stood with hands on hips.

Chiellini wanted to speak but stopped.

Barzagli and Bonucci looked at each other.

There's nothing we can do.

Li Kang doesn't get tangled with our back line, heavy artillery done! What can you do to him?

Buffon picked up the football and threw it to Mandzukic, who had the strongest desire to win.

The Italian goalkeeper, feeling a bit heartbroken.

He really wants to win a Champions League title once.

The awning on the coach's bench quieted down.

The Arsenal fans behind, after exhausting all words of praise, gradually began singing the Arsène Song.

Wenger hasn't fully recovered from the shock yet.

Boerde held it in for a while, then suggested: "Boss, we should launch an all-out attack against Juventus!"

The other side.

Allegri's expression remained calm and unruffled.

The hands hidden in his suit trousers trembled uncontrollably...

The commentator's bench.

Henry still couldn't get a word in.

Pierro's complexion was complex, he gripped the microphone on the table tightly.

"Juventus' defensive strategy is overly complicated."

"The back line didn't contract in time."

"Don't think Bonucci can linger at the back to create offside; Morata and Vrbek might not be that smart."

"The luck factor in this goal is significant."

"Players shouldn't let this small incident affect their mindset."

"Victory belongs to Juventus."

Henry had originally prepared part of a manuscript about Arsenal's drawbacks.

By now, he had secretly torn it to pieces under the table.

Perhaps.

The Arsenal number 10 on the pitch could achieve the Champions League dream he couldn't reach during his time at Arsenal.

The match resumed.

Juventus didn't go berserk in attack, still progressing steadily.

Arsenal also maintained their low defensive stance.

Elneny silently vowed never to stick to the ball again.

Maguire and Mushtaq also clarified their respective defensive strategies.

Emirates Stadium.

Launched a battle of wills, a war of attrition.

The audience felt the match growing increasingly dull, their hoarse shouts unable to quicken the pace of the 22 players on the field...

Pierro felt a bit nervous.

No way.

Juventus won't really be eliminated by a depleted Arsenal, right?

"Overall strength still favors Juventus."

"Don't rush."

"Build up slowly."

"Gradually nibble away at Arsenal's midfield and back line."

"Eh? This attack started from Sandro's side!"

"Dybala!"

26th minute of the match.

Dybala received Sandro's pass in midfield.

He had already observed his surroundings and the dynamics of both sides early on.

Facing Li Kang's pressure.

The Argentine genius decisively bent his knees, lowered his center of gravity, and passed the ball backward...

Turned around.

Received the ball.

Where is the ball?

Li Kang poked it with his toe and kicked it away.

"Beautiful!"

"What a perfect timing for that kick!"

"The all-around Arsenal number 10!"

"Watch the direction of his fingers!"

"He passed it to the retreating Morata!"

"Morata touched the ball once and passed it to the advancing Cazorla!"

"Another lateral pass!"

"It's back at Li Kang's feet as he runs!"

"The mastermind commander of the Gunners!"

"Arsenal's passing and cutting has arrived!"

Li Kang didn't play the improved version as he used to: a pass-and-cut to open up attacking width.

Because Wenger said: against Italian teams with traditional tactical frameworks, there's no need to play too complicatedly.

Arsenal's attacking players shortened their spacing.

The football flew up and down between the red and white jerseys.

The midfield interception line formed by Khedira and Pjanic was torn apart in an instant.

The isolated Chiellini was also hindered in his covering run by Mustafi, who joined the attack.

Mustafi's defending, though unstable,

but his role as a focal point in attack is strong, and his footwork is much finer than Maguire's.

"Arsenal's backline only has Elneny and Maguire left."

"The front-line attack now has a numerical advantage."

"A desperate, all-out style of play."

"If possession is ever lost, the consequences are unimaginable."

"It's very hard to lose the ball."

"Li Kang always charges into the most densely packed area of Juventus' defense... he is the key to solving the problem."

"Too perfect."

"Pass, trap, dribble, shoot — all four attributes maxed out, a god-tier midfielder."

Juventus' front line: the fat ones are fat, the old ones are old, their recovery speed completely can't keep up with Arsenal's advance.

The pressure fell on Barzagli and Bonucci.

The two are experienced.

When Arsenal advanced into the thirty-meter zone,

they anticipated the next passing point: Li Kang, active on the left flank!

Without eye contact, Juventus' two center-backs completed their division of labor.

Bonucci dropped back.

Barzagli, the fastest in explosive straight-line speed, went to block, delaying the opponent's attacking rhythm.

At close range.

Li Kang leaned his back against Barzagli, stopping the football.

The pass-and-cut stalled.

Juventus' center-backs achieved their purpose.

Alves, madly tracking back, rushed over immediately!

Pa!

Li Kang flicked the ball up with his right foot.

A lofted pass from behind!

The football left the ground, spinning into the penalty area.

At the same time.

In his vision appeared the phantom of a black-and-white number 10 jersey.

Del Piero.

"Beautiful!"

"A deadly arc hidden in its curve!"

"Li Kang's back has grown eyes — he delivered this unimaginable lofted pass again!"

"Mustafi!"

In Juventus' penalty area, wind and crane cries.

Bonucci couldn't think of much, he anticipated the ball's trajectory, and leapt up from flat ground!

Mustafi also leapt high at this moment!

He must use a header to atone for his own goal.

Two tall, sturdy bodies collided in midair!

The football bounced back and forth between the two foreheads.

It didn't fly toward the goal.

It wasn't cleared out.

They landed.

The ball also landed.

Bonucci wanted to touch the ball, but still had to turn...

Mustafi ultimately gained the advantage in body orientation, touching the ball first.

No shot taken by himself!

Buffon's positioning was excellent!

In the critical moment.

His peripheral vision caught Li Kang's figure.

Pass it over!

When you're on the field and don't know how to choose, just pass the ball to Li!

Pa!

The football rolled weakly to the left side of the twelve-yard penalty spot area.

The eyes of tens of thousands of people at the scene were all fixed on Arsenal's number 10.

Alves and Barzagli were locked in a tight struggle.

"Li Kang, left and right for men!"

"Ah!"

"Shot!"

From God's perspective.

In the area where he was located, dense white lines appeared.

The endpoints of all the lines were very consistent.

The Pirlo area.

In the system panel, the shooting attribute underwent a subtle change: 89→???.

Under the gaze of everyone present.

Li Kang, who had lost his balance after being double-teamed by two burly men, extended his left foot.

The phantom of Pirlo shone with great brilliance.

Pa!

Just a brush of the instep.

The football traced a rainbow-like arc in Juventus' penalty area, curling straight into the top left corner!

Buffon's pupils contracted.

As if returning to the verdant years of his Parma days.

It was a familiar feeling.

The 17-year-old Crusaders' young goalkeeper faced the 21-year-old Bianconeri prince.

Damn... isn't this just the Turin rainbow?

Even Pirlo himself couldn't explain how he kicked it like that!

An irregular shot that defied shooting mechanics!

The commentary booth.

Pirlo stared, mouth agape.