Chapter 456: London Li Ball King (Daily Transition)

The bloody score did not affect the friendship between the Eastern European tycoons.

The boss of Donetsk Miners warmly entertained the Chelsea entourage.

This boss came from a poor miner's family, but from childhood he worked extremely hard, studied diligently, and strove to improve himself.

Knowledge changes fate.

After graduating from university, he became the legal advisor of a mafia branch.

Afterward, his life story was practically a template for a novel's male protagonist.

He rose step by step, becoming a top tycoon in Eastern Europe.

After a simple handshake and greeting, the miner boss left early.

The remaining little daughter and bodyguards were enthusiastic, proactively seeking Li Kang for an autograph.

Buffon stepped forward to serve as a sign-language interpreter.

"Can you lend him a kiss? He promises to return it."

Li Kang: "..."

The little daughter's cheeks instantly flushed, and she lowered her head with a faint smile.

Returned to the hotel where they were staying.

Diego Costa hesitated for a long time and still didn't dare go out to experience the local customs.

He originally thought he could transfer to Atlético Madrid in the summer window, and almost brought London's nightlife to Madrid.

William suddenly blurted: "This area has the highest HIV and ** infection rate in Europe, five times higher than Amsterdam."

Diego Costa's mouth twitched, and he decided to exercise self-restraint tonight.

Li Kang also exercised self-restraint.

He did not reply to the Eastern European tycoon's little daughter's message, even though she was very pretty and gave off no strange scent.

Instead, he sat on a room chair, holding a tablet computer.

The screen was playing a replay of Chelsea's match.

Time seemed to have been fast-forwarded.

The Premier League Big Six opened a multi-front battlefield.

Many things happened during that period.

Italy, the Netherlands, and Chile qualified for the 2018 World Cup.

Totti, Pirlo, and Kaká officially announced their retirements.

A Messi look-alike was detained by police, while the real Messi renewed his contract with Barcelona.

George Weah was elected president of Liberia, officially becoming the man who went from CCTV5 to CCTV1.

West Ham United drew 0-0 with Chelsea, and the goalposts at the Olympic Stadium left people sighing.

AlphaGo displayed great power, defeating a host of Go masters.

David Silva's wife gave birth prematurely, his son's life hung by a thread, Manchester City granted him limited leave, and Guardiola declared before the match, "We fight for David."

The Ballon d'Or voting was postponed, and the award ceremony date will be separated from the Champions League round-of-16 draw.

The final matchday of the Champions League Group C still drew attention: Chelsea versus Barcelona, with people wondering: Would the Blues continue to produce disasters? Could the Catalan side salvage their pride?

Two months later.

Stamford Bridge locker room.

The final round of the Champions League group stage is about to begin.

Chelsea hosts Barcelona at home.

Li Kang summoned the module furnace, throwing all the miscellaneous modules accumulated over this period into it.

A sizzling sound continued, with thick smoke rolling.

【Fusion successful.】

【Congratulations on obtaining: Sterling's "Happy Duck" module!】

【Your running posture will become like a duck's.】

【Leading the Premier League in goalpost hits.】

【The powerful module will unify all your attributes with peak Sterling, greatly reducing physical confrontation, shooting, and foot strength.】

【...】

Li Kang thought for a moment, then threw the module into the furnace.

He bent over to adjust his shin guards, then immediately left the locker room.

After half a season's trial.

Except for Morata and Buffon's blue bonds already at the limit, the bonds with other teammates have all risen to level 2!

The collected Power of Faith also accelerated the unlocking of the growth template.

【Destroying-type Midfielder Lv2 unlocked.】

【Greatly raising the attribute caps for speed, foot strength, physical confrontation, tackles, and stamina!】

Dense numbers surrounded his side, floating in midair.

Next to several attributes, three small arrow markers faintly glowed green.

Fans worldwide kept their televisions tuned in on time.

Washed the dishes.

Mopped the floor.

Finished the chores.

His mood was like the moment he stepped into an arcade as a child.

Full of anticipation.

"CTV5! CTV5! Good evening, viewers!"

"Welcome to watch the final round of the 2017/18 season Champions League Group C!"

"Chelsea host Barcelona!"

"Both teams have already qualified, but this match still attracted the world's attention."

"Li Kang vs Messi!"

"The century-old grudge at Stanford Bridge, the undying Champions League feud!"

"Stanford Bridge Library, blue flags fluttering."

"The center circle of the pitch was covered by a huge Champions League starry logo."

"The referee squad led the players of both sides out of the tunnel."

"The library's tranquility was broken."

"The stands silently lowered a huge TIFO photo: the back view of a black-haired, blue-clad number 10."

"Lee！"

"！"

"eonChelsea！"

"！"

"Li Kang had already conquered the world's Chelsea fans with his near-half-season phenomenal performance."

"A system prompt sound quietly sounded."

"【Ding, mission triggered: Stanford Bridge Divine Might!】"

Mission description: Crush them hard! The blue giant who has felt the darkest moments will trample all enemies!

Mission reward: Messi Platinum Treasure Chest.

The cold wind howled.

Tuchel stood with his hands in his pockets, arrogantly in the command area.

Everything is under my and Li Kang's control.

Valverde sat on the bench, wrapped tightly in his coat, gaze firm.

Even if we advance as second in the group early, we must regain dignity at Stamford Bridge.

Now let me introduce the starting lineups for both sides.

Chelsea's formation is 3-5-2.

Goalkeeper: Buffon.

Defenders: Azpilicueta, David Luiz, Cahill.

Midfielders: Hazard, Li Kang, Kanté, Fabregas, William.

Forwards: Diego Costa, Morata.

- Is it necessary? Is it necessary to lay such a heavy hand?

- After massive rotation in the first two rounds, now all the main players are finally fielded together.

- Defend Stamford Bridge, settle the score again!

Barcelona's formation here is 4-4-2!

Goalkeeper: ter Stegen.

Defenders: Roberto, Piqué, Umtiti, Alba.

Midfielders: Rakitić, Busquets, Messi, Yinniesita.

Forwards: Suárez, Ousmane Dembélé.

- Barcelona can make it this year, congratulations, congratulations.

- I'm optimistic they can regain face away; this lineup is definitely not weak.

- After adjustments, Barcelona has gone 18 matches unbeaten in the league, and Messi's midfield position has already reached the peak.

- At the very least, they can reach the Champions League quarterfinals.

- Barcelona also wants to defend the dignity slaughtered in the opening match; fighting spirit burns!

- On the even odds, I favor Barcelona!

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The match officially began.

Barcelona had possession.

Suárez kicked off, passing back to Rakitić.

Chelsea's front‑line players launched a frantic high press.

"There's no way to pass forward."

"Pass to Piqué."

"Then give it to the goalkeeper."

"We still have to give it to Busquets to handle."

Across this era of Europe's top five leagues, only four midfielders possess top‑tier 'back‑to‑goal' ability: Busquets, Modrić, Li Kang, and Pogba.

Their styles of dribbling while holding the ball are completely different.

Busquets received the pass with his back to Ter Stegen.

Facing the simultaneous press of Diego Costa and Morata.

He lifted his left foot.

The ball was stopped at a half‑high position on the left side of the body.

Another hook.

Turn!

Seized the gap in the pass.

Simplify.

Everything is under my control.

Smack!

The way to get away is too flashy!

A master of body deception.

Top‑class match ability, after shaking off, a ground pass directly found the most reasonable gap!

Chelsea's half, the 40‑meter zone.

Messi prepared to receive the ball and launch.

A blue figure flashed by.

Stamford Bridge rang with waves of exclamations!

Li Kang forcibly cut off Barcelona's through pass!

Busquets looked dazed: 'How do they always guess my intention?'

Tuchel unconsciously rubbed his chest: 'After working together for nearly half a season, he still isn't used to so easily gaining a counter‑attack advantage.'

Barcelona's front‑court press.

Beautiful!

Spinning pull‑ball dribble!

Two consecutive love‑magic spins!

The limit reaction arc's permanent passive boost.

The thirsty True Eye.

Li Kang cut the ball with the outside of his left foot, avoiding Messi's kicking foot.

Turn!

His body moved like a compass, drawing a circle in place.

Suarez followed closely behind.

Li Kang turned again.

The Uruguayan striker kicked at air.

At Stamford Bridge, the blue‑army fans' applause surged like a tide!

Elegant!

Too elegant!

No open space to the right front!

Should wait for Chelsea's high‑position formation to be set up!

Take it slow... he surged forward!

Caught off guard.

Truly caught off guard.

Both sides' formations were still in the prelude of transition.

Li Kang dug his studs into the grass and began to surge forward.

99‑point speed.

The phantom of a little pony and London's Six Divine Beasts appeared one after another.

He's like the wind!

Rakitic, the tenacious Yugoslav warrior, he can block...

Cannot block.

Rakitic was also ready to seize the moment, then decide on the timing and method of a tackle based on changes in Li Kang's step rhythm.

Bang!

Li Kang pushed the ball forward with no skill.

The ball passed the side of the Croatian midfielder.

The blue attire fluttered in the wind.

Second acceleration.

Ball passed.

Person passed.

Domineering and brutal devouring!

Rakitic, like a fragile lamb, trembled before the unstoppable blue behemoth.

Tens of thousands of spectators present held their breath, adrenaline surging.

Stepping on the fire‑wind wheel!

So fast it leaves one breathless!

The perfect blend of power and speed!

Roberto wanted to intercept the ball.

In the end, he was a step too slow.

The ball was clearly right in front.

A blue storm changed the ball's trajectory.

A sudden stop and turn.

The astonishing explosive power and bodily flexibility.

Cut inside!

Barcelona's defense, as if facing a formidable opponent, quickly contracted.

Ter Stegen was eager to try.

Come on!

Busquets and Pique had their hands clasped behind their backs, maintaining a subtle distance from Li Kang.

From a bird's-eye view.

Yinniesita, who had come back to provide defensive support, and the three formed a matrix.

Li Kang slowed his speed.

The entire match's rhythm seemed to be slowed by a beat.

Barcelona's three players adjusted their positions and spacing as he moved laterally.

Li Kang nudged the ball with his right foot, a little, then a little more, then a little more!

Three consecutive touches!

His body and the ball seemed to instantaneously shift.

A strange footwork adjustment.

It revealed a gap in Barcelona's defensive matrix.

In his vision, the phantom of the number 10's blue-and-red ponytail suddenly appeared.

Ronaldinho.

Devil's Arc.

Ground Thunder.

Boom!

The ball left Li Kang's right foot.

Violent spin!

An unbelievable arc was traced above Barcelona's penalty area.

Stanford Bridge was completely in an uproar.

London, tonight, people fell asleep.

Ter Stegen was dumbfounded.

The ball flew into the goal's dead corner.

1-0!

"The ball went in!"

"One person frontally smashed the defense!"

"He made all of Europe tremble!"

"The pinnacle manifestation of the three techniques of passing, dribbling, and shooting!"

"Stepping on colorful auspicious clouds."

"Soul-shaking!"

"After changing, accelerate the cut inside, slow the footwork to seek shooting space."

"The ground-scallion leg swing, Devil's Arc!"

"Terrifying explosive power."

"Terrifying ball sense."

"Terrifying rhythm changes."

"Superstar!"

The commentator's voice, at the end, couldn't suppress trembling.

Crazy.

Too crazy.

The divine might of Stanford Bridge's home ground.

Li Kang's ankle felt slightly numb, and he staggered a few steps.

The Pokémon happily surrounded him, feeling content.

Only the Stanford Young Lions still roared at Barcelona's goal.

In his vision, the legendary phantoms gradually faded, and various complex emotions quickly gathered.

Only Ronaldinho's smile remained unchanged.

Immediately after.

Under the escort of his teammates, Li Kang walked toward the corner flag area.

Facing the stands.

Arms spread wide.

Bright smile.

Greeting him were the cheers and applause of the entire Stanford Bridge, like mountains collapsing and seas overturning.

"Lee!"

!

"Lee!"

!

"Lee!"

!

Diego Costa suddenly hoisted Li Kang onto his shoulder.

Teammates all rushed forward.

Chelsea's number 10 jersey flapped up and down.

Ter Stegen glumly covered his face.

Pique symbolically patted his head to comfort him.

Busquets was still savoring Li Kang's recent attack...

Fast.

All martial arts under heaven.

Only speed is invincible.

Li is not just fast...

CTV5 live broadcast.

Danmu flew across the screen.

-【Li Ball King.】

-【All Barcelona became Li Kang's backdrop.】

-【This highlight will be passed down for many years, equivalent to Professor Bu's century assist and Boateng's fall.】

-【The classic will be passed down forever, everlasting and never declining.】

-【Boateng: I will not walk alone bearing the cross of fate.】

-【Li Mingdeng is about to turn 20, this surge in ball speed... perfectly fulfills his talent!】

-【I announce, the cosmic team of the 17/18 season, Chelsea!】

-【Blue dynasty!】

VIP private box.

Abu vigorously clapped.

"Legend!"

"Li is already a legend of Stamford Bridge!"

"Damn handsome!"

"Damn cheap! Not to mention 250 million, even if..."

The staff and bodyguards nearby all echoed.

No pretense, heartfelt agreement.

Even from the club's revenue perspective, the decision to sign Li Kang is also a historic successful case.

On the sidelines.

Tuchel and Dino, the coaching staff, and substitute players wildly celebrated.

He had grown accustomed to it.

After half a season, Chelsea's head coach accepted reality.

Often, there's no need to cling to any tactical ideal.

"Boss, how should we play next?"

"Strengthen support for Li's attack."

The other side.

Bellerín returned from his daze, struggling to adjust his expression.

He ran to the sidelines, loudly encouraging the players.

Afraid the team would lose morale from Li Kang's thunderous strike.

Immediately he kept raising his hand backward.

Having already advanced as group runners‑up... losing less is as good as winning.

It seemed as if he himself had been knocked out of morale.