Chapter 395: It's not that the victor is strong, but that the strong prevail (Everyday transition)

Li Kang got up.

The No. 5 phantom in his field of vision did not spread any negative emotion.

There was not a trace of hatred toward the infringer.

That was an extraordinary confidence and composure.

【It's not that the strong win, but that the victor is strong.】

"Yellow card!"

"The head referee thought Arsenal had launched a complete attack, Sanchez completed the shooting motion! Pepe's foul on Li Kang would not result in a free kick, but rather a supplementary card!"

"It's still a corner kick!"

Pepe struggled to hold back laughter, innocently shrugging his shoulders.

Walcott and Bellerin surrounded the head referee, gesturing excitedly about the misconduct that just occurred.

Xhaka, furious, wanted to find the troublemaker, but was stopped by the Real Madrid players.

On the sidelines.

Boerde led the coaching staff in a frantic complaint to the fourth official.

Wenger anxiously asked the team doctor who had just returned to the sideline: Li Kang's injury had long surpassed the importance of the match's outcome.

Morata, Welbeck, Mustafi and others rushed from the bench, angrily protesting.

Not only were Arsenal fans angry in the stands, some Madrid fans who had come from afar also felt conflicted: was the bullfighter hero being bullied by a player from his own club?

Far away, at Bei lai yin, the Leverkusen cafeteria.

Dino embraced the old Tuop who wanted to smash the TV.

Havertz and Brandt angrily tapped their phone screens: the two could only condemn Pepe's foul on social media.

VIP box.

Beckenbauer gazed at the Arsenal number 10 who had just risen onto the pitch, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

He said with a smile:

"The confidence of the strong."

"My childhood dream was to join Munich 1860; when I was 13 and played against them, their Gnies slapped me across the face. I wasn't angry, but I knew I would never play for that club."

Li Kang walked to the corner flag area.

The ball boy quickly tossed the football.

Fans and journalists in the nearby stands all raised their phones or cameras.

"The stoppage time in the first half shouldn't be short."

"Li Kang's treatment time in this match was too long."

"Oh? We saw Real Madrid make their first substitution!"

"Bale! Take off Yin Si Ke!"

"Zidane's substitution timing is wrong—changing players during a set‑piece defense is a big taboo!"

"Real Madrid's formation must shift from 4-4-2 to 4-3-3!"

Yin Si Ke clapped lightly and silently left the field from the baseline.

Bale sprinted onto the pitch, gesturing a few tactical signals to his teammates; he is a standout product of Southampton's youth academy, often disagreeing with the coaching staff on tactical adjustments, and at one point even argued with Zidane.

The Qiannian Stadium instantly erupted with a deafening roar.

Many hoped the Welsh star could lift the trophy on home soil!

Inside the Real Madrid penalty area, several tall players from both sides were jostling covertly.

Cristiano Ronaldo's defensive attitude was proactive; he voluntarily yielded the counter‑attack focal point to Bale and retreated into the box.

He and Maguire seemed to have swapped roles.

Beep!

Li Kang gazed at the goal.

Two‑step run‑up.

【There is a kind of pass called the Beckenbauer pass.】

【Before Yashin, everyone is equal; Beckenbauer is the exception.】

Without any signature technique, the indomitable spirit brings a direct boost in attributes and extraordinary confidence!

A light, casual kick.

The left leg's swing is extremely small.

Thud!

The ball left the ground and rose swiftly.

"It should be a pass to the front point..."

"Wow!"

The originally ordinary trajectory.

At the moment it entered the penalty area, however, it underwent a strange deviation.

The hearts of tens of thousands of fans in the stadium were violently tugged!

The tall players from both sides leapt at the same time.

Navas looked bewildered; the ball path he judged at the last moment... left him powerless.

The ball grazed the junction of the near post and crossbar, then fell into the Real Madrid goal.

2:0!

!

The whole stadium erupted.

"Beautiful!"

"The ball went in!"

"A dazzling gem!"

"Zero-degree angle... the corner kick went straight in! And it hit the near post!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Is it the night wind of Qiannian Qiuchang, not even swaying the Galaxy Battleship?"

"Li Kang's leg swing... makes it impossible to predict that this corner kick would go straight for goal!"

"The Champions League final, a brace!"

"His value has long surpassed two hundred million!"

The phantom of the indomitable spirit has not yet faded.

Li Kang slowly turned his body, facing the junction of the stands ahead, and opened his arms.

In an instant.

The spectators on both sides of the stands burst into thunderous applause, going wild.

The two nearest reporters decisively jumped over the advertising boards, lay on the turf, and raised their cameras.

The magnesium lights flashed wildly.

The Arsenal number 10 standing at the junction of the red and white stands was like a king!

The live broadcast room.

The barrage poured down like a waterfall.

-【Holy shit! So handsome!】

-【Outstanding skill, extraordinary confidence!】

-【Let me explain to everyone the problems Real Madrid had in defending this corner kick... there are actually no problems, it's just that Li Mingdeng is too awesome!】

-【Arsenal lore: when a teammate gets injured, Li Mingdeng goes berserk; when Li Mingdeng gets injured, he goes even more berserk.】

-【What the hell? Real Madrid is two goals down in the first half?】

-【Stay calm, Zidane has made adjustments; Real Madrid pulling back two goals is not difficult... the entire first half, Modric and Kroos's offensive onslaught greatly drained the stamina of Arsenal's defenders.】

-【My 4:3 is getting closer.】

VIP box.

Beckenbauer clapped vigorously.

His demeanor on the pitch...

Admirable!

Regardless of the outcome, he has already conquered the audience of Qiannian Qiuchang!

Arsenal teammates excitedly rushed toward the corner flag area.

Li Kang lowered his arms, returning to normal.

The indomitable spirit in his vision gradually blurred and finally vanished without a trace.

【Injury healed...】

In front of Real Madrid's goal.

Navas shook his head in dejection; he could do nothing about Li Kang's two goals.

Carvajal couldn't help but want to rush over and complain to Pepe a few sentences... complain about what? You can't say this goal was because Pepe's foul angered Li.

Ramos raised his hand to stop his teammates' inclination to argue, walked into the net, picked up the ball, and tossed it to Cristiano Ronaldo.

Modric's expression was somewhat bewildered: he found Li Kang's two goals a little unbelievable... completely transcending tactical maneuvering, similar in nature to Zidane's pre-match deployment.

The game restarted from the center circle.

Real Madrid continued to press fiercely in the remaining time, but failed to create any clear-cut scoring chances.

After grasping the referee's standards of judgment, both teams' foul actions became increasingly frequent.

Soon, the five minutes of injury time ended.

Beep! Beep-beep~

The head referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the first half.

Having endured 45 minutes of fierce battle.

Arsenal 2:0 Real Madrid!

Many Gunners fans began celebrating early!

But don't forget that Zidane's team tends to unleash its strength in the second half; the fierce warriors forged by the fitness maniac Pitus have an absolute advantage in stamina!

Let's take a brief rest, then enter an advertising segment...

Wenger anxiously urged the team doctor, as a large group of Arsenal staff surrounded Li Kang.

At the passage.

Zakka called up Mustafi from the bench, and the two angrily blocked Pepe.

Players and assistant coaches from both sides quickly gathered.

The chaos was quickly quelled by the referee team and security personnel.

Arsenal's locker room.

Boerde criticized the actions of Zakka and Mustafi.

We want to crush them badly on the pitch! Not in the tunnel; Pepe is trying to deliberately provoke us!

Cherish the precious time for physical recovery!

The area that bastard is responsible for is our breakthrough point in the second half! He already has a yellow card!

This outdated defensive tactic... is just hoping the attacking player fears him! Or impulsively strikes back at him!

We still have to endure an extremely difficult 45 minutes!

Although Arsenal led by two goals at halftime, the Arsenal players did not celebrate.

After receiving the team doctor's feedback, Wenger breathed a sigh of relief.

He patted Li Kang on the shoulder, hesitated a moment, then said: "Don't get injured, watch out, protect your career... even if you lose possession in attack..."

You're still young.

Li Kang nodded.

Wenger then moved to the tactic board, explaining the second-half tactical deployment to the players.

Real Madrid locker room.

Cristiano Ronaldo loudly cheered on his teammates.

Zinedine Zidane's in-game adjustments remain simple:

Don't lose heart, Carvajal and Marcelo keep pushing forward, Casemiro take more long shots...

The camera silently recorded everything; if Real Madrid could overturn and win the championship, this moment would be perfect material for 'The Heart of Twelve Crowns'.

Immediately, he pulled Pepe aside.

The Qiannian Qiuchang stadium's home and away locker rooms are spacious.

The Real Madrid players had no idea what the two were talking about... Eventually, Pepe's face turned grim, and he silently returned to his seat.

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

Players from both sides walked past the gleaming 'Big Ears' Cup and returned to the pitch.

Qiannian Qiuchang stadium resumed its clamor.

Good evening, friends, welcome back.

We are now broadcasting the second half of the 2016/17 UEFA Champions League final!

The temporary score is Arsenal 2:0 Real Madrid.

Wenger made the first substitution adjustment!

Morata replaced Walcott!

I'm a bit confused; could Arsenal's formation change to 4-4-2, with Sanchez withdrawing from the front line to midfield to ease defensive pressure on the flanks?

Morata never goes easy on his former club; in the two legs of the 2014/15 UEFA Champions League semi-finals, he scored both times, killing his old team Real Madrid.

Real Madrid has not yet used its second substitution slot!

The second half officially began.

Arsenal possession.

Morata kicked off and passed back to Li Kang.

Li Kang touched the ball once and passed to Cazorla.

He immediately began running forward.

The ball was quickly passed between the red and white jerseys.

Facing Real Madrid's pressing in the front.

Giroud passed the ball back to Sanchez.

Likewise, he touched the ball once and instinctively pushed it diagonally forward.

Li Kang happened to be on the passing line.

Modric quickly intercepted.

Smack!

Li Kang still touched the ball once and passed to the withdrawing Morata.

Monreal, who had surged down the flank, got past Bale.

Arsenal began to quicken their advance!

Too fierce.

Counting the withdrawn Morata and the advancing Monreal... Arsenal's midfield numbers are double Real Madrid's.

Sharp passing and cutting!

Compress the space!

Charge!

As if he had God's perspective, Li Kang always appears in the most suitable spot.

Perfect passing lane.

Exquisite ball-release force.

Reasonable positioning.

Broad vision.

He turned Arsenal into an incredibly precise cutting machine.

This gunner squad has gelled too perfectly.

Versatile Morata.

Super wingman Cazorla.

Breakthrough point Sanchez.

Modric remained calm, constantly sprinting laterally to make up for defensive gaps.

Yin Si Ke's substitution made it hard for the three midfielders in the ceremony to maintain a holding rotation under such pressure.

Casemiro and Kroos could only drag in front of the defensive line.

Real Madrid's defensive line was striving to maintain a contracted shape.

Zidane on the sidelines gesticulated wildly: cannot let Arsenal flatten our defensive line...

Both sides engaged in a brutal melee in the 30-meter zone of Real Madrid's half.

The 52nd minute of the match.

Li Kang received Cazorla's pass on his left side.

In his vision appeared the phantom of the number 9 bedsheet.

Atlético Madrid-Torres.

Peak activated.

The hatred of the local derby quickly spread.

Both feet dug hard into the turf.

Qiannian Qiuchang seemed as if a fierce wind had swept through.

"Wow!"

"The activation speed is too fast!"

"He is like a sword, piercing Real Madrid's left flank!"

"Carvajal doesn't have time to adjust his position!"

"We have to rely on Pepe!"

Pepe, at the start of the second half, had already gone berserk: Sanchez had blown past him twice... if not for Modric and Casemiro's covering defense, he would have become the culprit of the conceded goal.

He adjusted his defensive position with short steps.

Facing the onrushing Arsenal number 10, Real Madrid's center back dug his feet into the turf.

To remain on the Galactic Battleship, Pepe relies not only on strength but also on top-tier defensive anticipation...

The distance between them kept getting closer.

The spectators suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Outside the forward edge of the penalty area.

A shocking scene unfolded.

Real Madrid's center back fiercely collided with Arsenal's number 10.

Couldn't be knocked down!

Couldn't be stopped!

At the moment Li Kang completed his escape.

Pepe's arms wrapped around his right arm!

He twisted hard!

Crack!

The close-range audio equipment emitted a terrifying sound!

During the process of both falling to the ground...

Pepe still didn't let go, trying to press his chest down hard on Li Kang's already dislocated right arm.

Wenger on the sideline had a dazed expression, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Another crisp sound.

The one letting out an anguished cry was Real Madrid's center back.

Everyone was stunned.

When they came to their senses again...

Li Kang's knee had already heavily pressed down on Pepe's left rib!

Beep!

The main referee blew the whistle; his first reaction was not to show a card but to frantically wave his arms calling for the team doctor!

Qiannian Qiuchang welcomed a brief silence.

The red-and-white number 10 jersey was soaked in cold sweat.

After intense pain came numbness.

His increasingly blurred consciousness was awakened by a cold mechanical synthesized voice.

【Injury immunity physique triggered...】

【Right arm injury severe, expected recovery time relatively long...】

【...】

Li Kang exerted all his strength and opened his eyes.

Torres' phantom, in the process of lowering his head and spitting at Pepe, gradually became blurred...

All attributes on the system panel turned into question marks.

The phantom of the German team's number 5 reappeared.

No longer emitting a faint white glow, but instead radiating a dazzling golden light.

The true indomitable spirit!