Chapter 396: Transcendent Li Kang (Daily Transition)

Madrid.

The national team staff gathered in front of the TV, extremely anxious.

"In fourteen days, it's the Confederations Cup!"

"Look at the slow-motion replay... Li's arm is being twisted like a dangling noodle."

"What noodle? Don't panic, it's a dislocation... I fucking hope it's just a simple dislocation!"

"An arm injury will affect body balance, speed, and confrontation..."

"Don't even mention the Confederations Cup; who knows if the World Cup next year..."

"Contact the best hospital immediately, coordinate with Arsenal's side, and have Li return to Madrid for treatment!"

Everyone panicked and spoke without thinking.

Miniano slammed the table hard: "Pepe, you bastard, you destroyed our national treasure! You are our eternal enemy!"

VIP box.

Beckenbauer trembled with rage, furious beyond control.

"Contact Wolfatt quickly!"

Dr. Wolfatt, known as the number one divine doctor in sports, Bayern's mountain guardian beast, a renowned sports medicine expert.

Bolt, Kobe, Gaylin, Maradona, Graf, Becker, Ronaldo, Almasić and other sports superstars have specially gone to Munich to seek medical treatment.

Kahn's eyes darted, he said awkwardly: "The doctor was fired by Guardiola two years ago... He's now in the United States."

Qiannian Qiuchang.

Boos, curses, and gasps never ceased.

The young fan's eyes were covered by his parents.

Blood stained the turf red.

"Pepe is coughing up blood."

"It's very likely that a broken rib pierced his lung or bronchus!"

"It's all his own fault!"

"The pressure on Real Madrid's team doctor is huge."

"Red card!"

"The referee rushed to the Real Madrid center-back leaving on a stretcher and showed him a red card!"

"Two goals down! One man sent off! Does the Galacticos' defense title plan have to meet its demise at Qiannian Qiuchang?"

"Li Kang is the victim; we temporarily cannot know his injury. From the slow-motion replay, his right arm..."

Qiannian Qiuchang was shrouded in cold.

The entire Arsenal team surrounded the stretcher as it left the field.

Morata held Li Kang's left hand all the way, constantly reassuring him that it was nothing.

Welbeck ran from the bench to the sideline, his eye sockets red.

Cazorla's expression was dazed: having suffered torment before, he deeply knows the impact of injuries on young players.

All teammates and staff remained silent.

At this moment, Wenger and the word "elegant" have nothing to do with each other; he kept urging the team doctor and UEFA's medical team.

Serious injury seems to be something Arsenal can never avoid.

The unfortunate cases experienced by Diaby, Eduardo, Ramsey, etc.... have now happened to Li Kang.

Livestream room.

-【Pepe was lifted onto the ambulance; likely his broken rib pierced his lung or airway, karma.】

-【Li Mingdeng, don't have any trouble! I still want to see you lift the Big Ear Cup.】

-【Gone, don't even talk about a broken hand; even a common cold will greatly reduce a professional player's competitive state.】

-【Can't play in the Confederations Cup; if recovery is slow, what sequelae remain, forget about next year's World Cup.】

-【You kick with your feet, not your hands! What impact could there be?】

-【It affects the whole body's function too much; do you think you're some divine hero couple?】

-【Real Madrid obtained a Ruby War God Card; a turnaround is hopeful! Li Mingdeng also can't play the match!】

Pepe was very unwilling.

"Did everything I did not defend Real Madrid's back line?"

"Why isn't anyone coming to check on me?"

"Did Zidane even go to Arsenal's technical area to care about Li?"

"He's fucking sick!"

"Rage attacking the heart."

"The blood coughed up again stained the purple jersey red."

"Finally, Pepe was lifted onto a small ambulance, leaving the stage of the Champions League final..."

"In football rules: besides standard shin guards, players may not wear any object that could injure themselves or others on the field."

"Li Kang used his left hand to push aside the team doctor's fixation board."

"Everyone looked at each other."

"Boerde stared blankly, then exclaimed: 'Boss, Li means... he still wants to persist in the match!'"

"No, it's too risky!"

"Wait a moment, don't substitute yet... listen to the team doctor's opinion!"

"On the green field."

The chief referee resumed the match.

According to the rules: if a player who has left the field for treatment due to injury is not suffering a serious head injury or a life‑threatening condition, the match time cannot be interrupted for a long time.

So the current situation on the pitch is: ten‑man Real Madrid versus ten‑man Arsenal.

"Arsenal's free‑kick opportunity!"

"Not many people are joining the attack; even with a two‑goal lead, we still need to play it safe!"

"Whoa!"

"Sanchez didn't get any curl on it! Navas collected it!"

"Real Madrid's counter‑attack!"

"Bale!"

Navas launched a powerful throw‑in toward the right half of the pitch!

Bale stopped the ball in front of him.

The ball happened to brush past Xhaka's side.

Immediately after that.

The stadium's spotlights seemed to shine only on Real Madrid's number 11!

"A thunderclap out of nowhere!"

"Gareth Bale!"

"A perfect person‑ball separation!"

Xhaka only felt a gust of wind sweep past.

Looking back, all he could see was the back of Real Madrid's superstar.

The spectators in the venue forgot the recent tragedy.

Their gaze was drawn to the purple jersey flashing like lightning.

In the shot.

The billboards on both sides became increasingly blurry.

Bale's speed kept increasing.

Like a thunderbolt, it thundered toward Arsenal's half!

Forty meters.

Thirty‑five meters.

Thirty meters.

Cazorla and Monreal, who tried to double‑team and intercept, were completely eaten alive!

The ball slipped through the gap between them.

Bale accelerated again.

"Between the two points."

"Bale is the shortest!"

"It's over!"

If Bale were on the left flank, he could unleash a nuclear‑level independent attacking ability.

Tottenham from back then had already provided the best manual.

But in Real Madrid's system, they won't let him play on the left.

Why?

Too fragile.

It's simply impossible to build a system around him.

Real Madrid, a powerhouse that must fight on multiple fronts each season, needs a stable tactical framework.

At this moment, Bale on the right wing has a limited attacking repertoire, but once he has space in a transition, nobody can stop him.

"No teammate support!"

"Is Bale going to shoot himself?"

He charged to the edge of the penalty area.

Bale carried the ball laterally, without too much rhythmic variation, purely using speed to seize space, leaving Koscielny and Maguire no time to block.

He smashed it with his left foot!

The ball, like a cannonball, blasted toward the top‑right corner of Arsenal's goal!

Cech gave it his all, but his platinum gloves could not alter the ball's trajectory.

Arsenal's net was ripped open.

2‑1!

!

Real Madrid fans instantly erupted in a wave‑like roar!

"Mr. Clutch!"

"Bale put on a long‑distance run that astonished everyone!"

"That's completely unreasonable!"

"He literally dragged Real Madrid back from the brink of collapse!"

"The Galactic Battleship never gives up!"

"This is the depth of a powerhouse! This is the foundation of an eleven‑time European champion!"

"The astonishing strength in adversity, the tenacious fighting spirit... stands immortal!"

Arsenal isn't that easy to win the championship!

Zidane's life has been about breaking curses and creating miracles!

The championship suspense is back again... Hey? Is Li Kang still going to insist on playing the match?

No goal replay.

The camera shifted.

Arsenal's number 10 returned to the sideline!

The night wind brushed against his black hair.

The white bandage showed an indescribable toughness.

The entire Qiannian Qiuchang was gradually drowned out by thunderous applause.

Beckenbauer stared, seemingly unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

The live broadcast room.

Bullet comments flew across the screen.

-【Without Li Mingdeng, Arsenal wouldn't lose to Real Madrid, right?】

-【Referring to April's Spanish national derby, ten-man Real Madrid overturned Barcelona!】

-【Real Madrid gets stronger the more they face adversity... Especially in the second half, Real Madrid players' stamina is a notch above the opposition!】

-【I know the script: Arsenal runs out of stamina, Real Madrid equalizes at the last moment, the Champions League final goes into extra time, and Real Madrid ultimately wins!】

-【Courtesy: Do you support Atlético?】

-【Li Mingdeng playing while injured is pointless; the opposition is none other than the Galactic Battleship at the pinnacle of the Champions League!】

Real Madrid's players didn't celebrate.

Bale had an ominous premonition; he picked up the ball and quickly ran back to the center circle.

Li Kang stepped onto the pitch, stopped his teammates' concerned greetings, and quickly gestured with his left hand.

The match restarted at the center circle.

Morata kicked off and passed back to Cazorla.

Wenger's decision is too risky.

Li Kang's arm injury affects his balance; he can't guarantee stability... wow!

Marseille turn!

Beckenbauer's apparition brought no special skill.

The powerful all-attribute buff made Li Kang increasingly free and unrestrained on the pitch.

On the center circle line.

He received Zakka's pass.

Facing the front-and-back press from Kroos and Benzema.

The True Eye burst forth.

While dribbling forward, he lightly flicked the ball with his right foot, sending it sliding to the right!

The red-and-white jersey fluttered in the wind.

He turned around.

Kroos looked astonished.

The Arsenal number 10 before him had already completed an extremely suave left-footed drag.

Elegant!

No chance to win it back.

Li Kang's explosive speed after linking the drag and turn seemed even more terrifying than usual!

On the sidelines.

Wenger's mood was like a roller coaster, rising and falling...

He ultimately still didn't refuse Li Kang's request.

Boerde and the substitute players were extremely excited.

On the other side.

Zidane blankly rubbed his bald head: Even with a broken arm, he could maintain this terrifying balance... something he couldn't do when he was young!

Monster!

How can his speed keep getting faster!

Still not passing?

What a brilliant one-two!

The advancing rhythm is too perfect!

Facing Modrić's interception.

Li Kang didn't go head-to-head.

Cazorla moved up to support, shortening the distance between them.

A continuous one-touch.

The ball seemed to trace an '∠' shape on the pitch!

Super wingman!

Can Li Kang still accelerate?

Too domineering!

All of Arsenal's attacking players are coordinating with him alone!

「Unbelievable! 」

Li Kang was about to take on the back line alone in an instant.

Bale caught up.

It seemed as if two thunderclaps exploded beside the spectators' ears.

Ramos became the background for their speed duel.

They didn't even have a chance to foul or block.

The ball flashed past their side and was devoured outright!

The spotlights at Qiannian Qiuchang seemed to shine only on Li Kang and Bale.

In the camera, one red and one purple figure... whipped up a storm on the night of the final.

「They're too fast! 」

「Two bolts of lightning! 」

「Two tall figures displayed the beauty of power and speed. 」

「Their legs are too long! 」

「Their strides are too big! 」

「Can't even see their foot movements anymore... 」

「Who touched the ball first! 」

「Wow! 」

「Like an antelope's horns! 」

Smack.

Inside Real Madrid's penalty area.

Li Kang made a sudden stop and hooked the ball with his right foot.

Bale couldn't stop his inertia.

In an instant, the two opened up several body lengths of distance!

Everyone present was stunned.

How could the bandaged 200-million-euro man be so ferocious?

There was no time for the audience to relish it.

A booming roar that echoed across the sky turned Navas into mere background once again.

The Galactic Battleship was blown apart!

3:1!

!

Li Kang turned to face the Arsenal fans' stand and opened his left hand.

The night wind of Qiannian Qiuchang brushed against the bandages and black hair.

「Unbelievable! 」

「The injured Li Kang, with a terrifying cannon shot... snuffed out Real Madrid's hope of leveling the score! 」

「Hat-trick! 」

「Champions League final hat-trick! 」

「A legendary moment worthy of being recorded in football history! 」

「Wearing bandages and continuing to fight, the world witnessed his tenacity and iron will! 」

「Unyielding! 」

「He made Arsenal deserve this score! 」

Duan Xuan and He Wei were somewhat lost for words.

It was too shocking.

The king.

Arsenal's number 10 on the pitch tonight is the king who dominates the match!

The livestream room.

Bullet comments flew across the screen.

-【This scene reminded me of Beckenbauer, two 40-meter long runs... fighting until shoulder dislocation, continuing to battle!】

-【This goal was too shocking.】

-【One-armed Marseille turn, one-armed man-ball split, one-armed racing with Bale, one-armed cannon!】

-【The assist was credited to Cazorla's head, a century assist!】

-【One man alone battled the galactic stars...】

-【Gone, how can a ten-man Real Madrid play against the eleven Arsenal led by super Li Mingdeng?】

Under the night sky, Qiannian Qiuchang had already become the territory of Arsenal fans.

Applause surged like a tide.

They loudly shouted the hero's name.

「Lee！

」！

「Lee！

」！

「Lee！

!

Arsenal teammates carefully surrounded Li Kang to celebrate.

Afraid to touch his injured arm.

Navas's face was ashen... helplessly gazing at Bale.

Bale pressed his hands down, his expression complex: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm very similar to Li Kang..."

Modrić lifted his jersey to wipe the sweat from his face, his tactical understanding inwardly crumbling a bit.

C Ronaldo didn't lose heart, picked up the ball from the net, and loudly encouraged his teammates.

VIP box.

Beckenbauer clapped excitedly, his eyes showing undisguised admiration.

"Have you noticed Arsenal's attack this time?"

"Li Kang didn't lean toward his own left half during the advance."

"His freedom is too high."

"If it weren't for the offside rule and the goalkeeper not being allowed to handle a back-pass... Li Kang would be my successor!"

"Is Cruyff in front of the TV?"

"What nonsense about La Masia's number four! Li Kang's technique and fighting spirit were honed in the soil of German football."

The legion of legendary stars, after holding back for a while, actually couldn't refute... could only nod in agreement.

In the following time.

The shorthanded Galactic Battleship was powerless to turn the tide.

Li Kang, wrapped in bandages, ran all over the field.

All Arsenal members did not let up; fighting spirit is contagious.

They did not adopt a low defensive posture.

Still, by utilizing their numerical advantage, they won one midfield skirmish after another, then launched an extremely aggressive passing-and-cutting storm!

Real Madrid likewise did not give up.

C Ronaldo and Ramos used their actions to boost morale.

Even if it means death, we must die standing!

"The Champions League final is not a league; there is no goal difference to speak of."

"Either lose or equalize."

"Real Madrid isn't playing defensively; they want to fight with their backs to the wall, they want to give it their all!"

Minute 69 of the match.

C Ronaldo received Kroos's pass in the 35-meter zone of Arsenal's half.

Half the field is already within shooting range!

Peng!

The football shot out fiercely, flying toward the stands.

He is no longer the omnipotent Golden Edge Luo.

Injury made him lose the explosive power he was proud of.

Minute 76 of the match.

The substitute Welbeck, crying out for food.

Li Kang sent a through ball from the right side of the penalty area.

Welbeck deliberately let it pass through!

Morata seized position and scored in one shot!

The stronger the opponent, the stronger we become!

4:1!

!

Minute 84 of the match.

Real Madrid's back line was flattened, swaying on the verge of collapse.

The spacing between Arsenal's attacking players suddenly contracted.

The sharp passing and cutting in the thirty-meter zone.

Instantly tore apart the defense of the ten-man Galactic Battleship.

Giroud completed a Scorpion Tail in the penalty area.

Navas momentarily couldn't judge the shot's angle, helplessly watching the net being lifted.

5:1!

!

The attack did not stop.

The Gunners seemed to want Pepe's misdeeds to pay a price!

Zakka dove into the net, picked up the ball, and ran back.

A chill rose in the hearts of all Real Madrid fans.

Finally.

Beep! Beep-beep~

The head referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match.

Arsenal 6:1 Real Madrid.

The team reached the summit of Europe for the first time in its history.