Chapter 458: Perfect Masterpiece (Daily Transition)

Morata and Diego Costa were positioned between Barcelona's scattered human wall.

According to Li Kang's footwork, there was a probability of successfully creating a killing opportunity.

The main referee blew the whistle.

Start the run-up.

The virtual image formed by condensing blue starlight was brilliant and dazzling.

Li Kang's expression was calm.

The shadow area in his brain spread wildly.

The speed of time's passage was slowed down.

With each step he took.

The confidence exuded by Calhanoglu grew increasingly strong.

【Under the stars and moon, who can stop me?】

【No one can conceal my innate brilliance.】

【The loneliness and cold of the peak realm.】

【Even you, at this moment, can only gaze upon my back.】

Li Kang's steps, movements, and the virtual image gradually synchronized.

He arrived in front of the ball.

His silhouette completely overlapped with the number 10 of Lewokusen.

In God's perspective.

Suddenly, a shooting line shimmering with brilliant blue light appeared.

Bang!

The football left his left foot.

The elusive trajectory in midair attracted everyone's gaze.

Tuchel wore a look of astonishment.

Balde stared, mouth agape.

Direct shot?

A direct shot from 40 meters!

Players from both sides couldn't help but raise their heads.

An extremely bizarre arc, as if blown by the wind of Stamford Bridge.

Veered left.

Then moved right.

At the instant of accelerated descent, it deviated again!

Ter Stegen broke out in a cold sweat, moved his feet, leapt up, and stretched his body.

The pink gloves ultimately could not block that elusive arc.

The football fell into the net.

2:0!!!

The massive sound wave erupting instantly from Stamford Bridge shook the nearby camera, causing it to tremble slightly.

The commentator's voice also trembled slightly.

"Goal!"

"The ball went in!"

"Li Kang!"

"A 40-meter ultra-long-distance free kick scored!"

"Like a brilliant gem! A work of art!"

"Exquisite footwork, an unfathomable trajectory!"

"A great goal indescribable in words!"

"The brightest blue of Stamford Bridge!"

"He is already a legend!"

Live broadcast room.

The big screen replayed this exaggerated ultra-long free kick.

The entire stadium was shocked.

【So handsome it's stunned.】

【Left-right 'S', up-down 'S', blown by the big wind!】

【Eightfold lens, my bullet will curve.】

【Unrivaled half‑field free kick, stronger in power and more bizarre in arc than the ball of the former Calhanoglu king!】

【Scored twice.】

【Gathering Stamford Bridge's atmospheric fortune, Li Wudi standing on the shoulder of the blue giant.】

【It's over, the slaughter begins.】

VIP box.

Abu's cheeks flushed, his breathing rapid.

Bang!

A big hand heavily slapped the armrest.

Priceless treasure!

This is the style that Stanford Bridge pursues.

The staff nearby nodded in agreement.

No one knows since when, after Chelsea started winning championships, Abu began making demands: you must not only win championships, but also play beautifully.

Near the center circle line.

Teammates excitedly surrounded Li Kang.

Li, you really did it!

It's too miraculous.

I feel this is a scene that would only happen in a game, and even the game couldn't achieve this!

Morata quickly went to the sideline to get a sports drink, then hurried back to feed it to Li Kang's mouth.

Buffon also ran over, joined the celebration, and, excited, he sympathetically gazed toward the distant Ter Stegen.

Another astonishingly talented young goalkeeper was made by Li into a classic eternal background board.

The Italian goalkeeper isn't worried about his situation: even if Barcelona's midfield Messi transforms and becomes invincible, it's only limited to the attacking end, and he's still subject to physical stamina limits.

Stanford Bridge is immersed in the joy of leading.

Countless voices sang together the blue team anthem.

Ter Stegen looked dejected, doubting life.

Perverted.

Too perverted.

Facing Li, it's more than just being made into a background board.

Rakitić rushed to the net, lifted the ball, symbolically comforted his own goalkeeper, then quickly rushed toward the center circle.

Croatians never give up easily.

Messi crossed his arms, expression helpless.

Can't be saved.

The extreme single core in attack can't save Barcelona's defense.

On the sidelines.

Tuchel raised both arms, exchanging high-fives with the staff in turn!

Dino praised:

Boss, no set-piece arrangement is simpler than this kick!

I truly wish to be Li's assistant coach for life.

The other side.

Balde remained stunned for a long time, unable to recover.

Tonight, he no longer thinks Li Kang resembles anyone.

Chelsea's number 10 in his mind ranking suddenly surged: a lofty sovereign atop a towering mountain.

Confused.

Barcelona's top brass are confused!

This 'impure-blooded' head coach at Barcelona has little influence; with a 400-million-euro signing, the only decision he can push is to buy a Chinese Super League warrior for a pittance.

The match resumed.

The fourth official held up the LED number board high outside the center circle line.

Barcelona made the first substitution adjustment.

Paulinho substituted for Iniesta.

This Chinese Super League warrior played a very crucial role in Barcelona's La Liga campaign!

Fans jokingly call him: the most valuable signing in recent years for the Catalan squad.

Paulinho knelt and kissed the turf.

From the Chinese Super League to La Liga.

From the AFC Champions League to the UEFA Champions League.

He attributed this beautiful journey to luck.

Beep!

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

Suárez kicked off, passing back to Busquets.

The two-goal-behind red-and-blue squad did not give up.

Rakitić loudly boosted morale.

Strong mental attribute.

Leader's aura!

We believe Barcelona will surely...

Immediately after.

The ball was lost at his feet.

Little Black Egg-Kante, crazily pressing over half the field, easily completed a steal!

Barcelona players quickly organized a counter-press.

Strong Paulinho immediately moved toward Kante.

He actually couldn't budge him!

People suddenly realized: Chelsea isn't just one top-class midfielder.

Kanté isn't just strong at tackles; his physical confrontation ability is maxed out.

Don't even talk about Chinese Super League bruisers; even the 200‑pound Lukaku can't budge him.

The nickname "Little Giant" isn't just for show.

"He passed the ball to Li Kang."

"Tuchel's body language on the sideline is very rich!"

"Chelsea is very good at playing when they're ahead by two or more goals."

They started the snowball.

Tuchel's fingers flew.

The Chelsea players on the pitch began rotating and swapping positions.

The speed of the football passes varied, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

In the formation changes, they displayed admirable flexibility and fluidity.

Li Kang held a deep midfield position, initiating the big‑triangle passing.

The more advanced Fabregas built the small‑triangle passing as a support.

Kanté ran up and down, shuttling to support and protect the two pivots.

The forwards Morata and Hazard, rotating with their runs, also formed a finishing small triangle.

Busquets was a bit dazed.

Even though he was only a third of La Masia's number‑four role, he could hardly predict Chelsea's attacking direction in this formation.

It fell into chaos.

Barcelona's defensive system fell into chaos.

Opposite them were two Cthulhu number‑four positions.

"'Me taking on two is one‑third versus two'"

"'No, you also have to add the opposing head coach.'"

"'How do we play this?'"

Besides facing the Munich mud‑truck Barcelona legendary midfield of years past, he had never been so embarrassed.

The Cthulhu Triangle rotated wildly.

It let the applause at Stamford Bridge linger without end.

Control.

The pace of the game.

A huge advantage in space and time.

This Chelsea side is enough to make Europe tremble.

Can anyone from Barcelona step up?

And Messi?

At his peak, midfielder Messi is an unstoppable force in attack, but on defense he fully shows the weakness of a one‑man team.

The ball suddenly completed two consecutive forward passes!

Hazard easily devoured Roberto.

Even if their burst speeds are similar, Barcelona's fragile full‑back can do nothing against the Premier League king's big butt.

"Morata, Diego Costa, and David Luiz have widened the attacking width!"

"There are many high points in Chelsea's front line!"

"Li Kang has come up too!"

"See how Hazard handles it!"

Accompanied by an earth‑shattering exclamation.

Hazard dribbled into the penalty area, and amidst the tangle with Piqué and Rakitić, his big butt fended off every disturbance.

Near the byline, he delivered an inverted‑triangle pass.

At the top of the arc.

Fabregas touched the ball with one foot.

A horizontal push.

Setting up the cannon.

Li Kang did not blast it.

Likewise, one touch of the foot.

The ball lightly leapt toward the penalty area.

A sublime chip pass to the very tip.

Umtiti again blocked the angle of Diego Costa's header shot.

But Busquets couldn't stop Morata.

He is tall.

He lacks leaping ability.

Bam!

His handsome, elegant face smashed hard into the ball.

Close‑range heavy artillery!

Ter Stegen reacted quickly, correctly anticipating the shot direction!

But it was too late to block the fierce attack!

The white net was lifted again.

3:0!!!

"Beautiful."

"Another goal!"

"Mo La Ta!"

"You can always trust his head!"

"Li Kang's exquisite chip, Mo La Ta's header scores!"

"The Premier League's most fearsome partnership!"

"The two of them killed the match!"

"Chelsea's playing style is becoming increasingly obvious."

"No weakness can be found along the entire central axis."

Live broadcast room.

【Blue Cosmos Team.】

【Li Mingdeng one assist two shots, blasting Barcelona, the day after tomorrow's Ballon d'Or ceremony, any suspense left?】

【Leading by three goals, they should ease up, right?】

【Ease up? Stamford Bridge tragedy warning.】

【Mei Xi is truly pitiful, being a dad and mom, running around yet unable to win the ball, can't be harsh on him for also being invincible in defense.】

【Football is a team sport.】

After Mo La Ta turned and embraced Li Kang, he wildly rushed to the corner flag area.

Sliding knee celebration!

Did not manage to imitate De Luo Ba's three stripes.

Flashbulbs flashed wildly.

Die Ge Ke Si Ta also stepped forward.

Two handsome faces close together left a deep impression on the audience.

VIP box.

A Bu clapped vigorously with satisfaction.

"It's almost Christmas."

"Give them give Stamford Bridge all staff a bonus!

"Who says money can't buy beautiful attacking football!"

Match continues.

Barcelona midfield suffering terribly.

La Ji Di Qi's stamina is off the charts, but he and Bao Li Ni Ao cannot form a unified interception line.

Even if formed, they cannot stop Chelsea's advance.

Strangle?

Barcelona is the side being strangled.

Pi Ke and Wu Mu Di Di are also annoyed.

Chelsea can always easily push the ball into the attacking third.

Need to limit the dribbling king A Zha Er.

Need to limit the bulldozer Die Ge Ke Si Ta.

Need to limit Mo La Ta who occasionally drops back or pushes forward.

The blue giant drives an ever-growing snowball, crushing Barcelona's midfield and backline.

Time passes minute by second.

Tu He Er flicked his wrist, then sat back on the bench.

Ba Er Wei De's face ashen.

If this match is again slaughtered, perhaps being fired is not far.

Gradually.

The anxiety in his heart disappeared.

Inexplicably felt relaxed.

Chelsea's one-sided crushing momentum killed the suspense of the match.

Li Kang completely controlled the match tempo, repeatedly broke through Barcelona's defense, and even shattered the psychological defense of Barcelona players and fans.

Destroying-type Midfielder Lv2.

With the assistance of the two super wingmen Fa Bu Lei Jia Si and Can Te.

Chelsea's number 10 always appears in the most suitable position, as if possessing God's perspective, all decisions on dribbling and passing are flawless.

Perfect passing line.

Exquisite ball-out force.

Reasonable positioning.

Broad vision.

The Stamford Bridge blue giant's physique is as if constructed by a precise instrument.

Space and time have been utilized to the extreme.

Li Kang seemed like a god standing on the shoulders of a giant.

He dominates the match.

Distant Amsterdam.

Cruyff pushed aside the nurse's hand holding the spoon.

Radiant complexion.

Spirit soaring.

His eyes filled with admiration.

"Perfect La Masia number 4 spot!"

Stamford Bridge, the cold wind howled.

In Barcelona's lineup, only the red-and-blue number 10 was making a final effort.

He seemed to have forgotten the huge score gap.

The small figure looked so miserable.

One perfect passing line after another, like strings on a puppet, controlling the defense he was running.

"Ah!"

"Messi couldn't stop his inertia and hit Kanté's elbow!"

"Close-up shot. blood."

"The referee didn't whistle to stop the match!"

"Fabregas kicked the ball out of bounds, then immediately went to check on his childhood playmate!"

Messi fell heavily onto the turf.

Blood seeped from his lips.

He tried to get up.

His waist and abdomen suddenly bent.

He began to retch.

The cheers at Stamford Bridge gradually faded.

Valverde urgently urged the team doctor.

Iniesta on the bench was anxiously burning.

"Has Barcelona not given up the match?"

"It's useless, forget it, Messi!"

"This isn't the work you should do; let the four hundred million strive."

"Even the peak ball king realm can't save Barcelona; the positional defense is too weak."

"What is the younger Dembélé doing? He's been rendered invisible by the opposition, and he's not even proactive in defense!"

"It's over; Barcelona can't even score a consolation goal. Chelsea's tactic excels at draining opponents' stamina and also at allocating its own team's overall stamina."

A moment later.

Messi bit a white tissue and stood up again.

His expression calm.

Stamford Bridge offered no applause.

Past grudges suppressed admiration for his tenacity.

Ter Stegen felt that time had never been so slow.

Again and again, losing the ball.

Again and again, feeling Chelsea fans' cheers.

Again and again, scooping the ball from the net.

When will the opponent's attack stop?

The 94th minute of the match.

Li Kang slightly swung his leg in the forty-meter area.

Another deadly arc fell toward Barcelona's penalty area.

Barcelona's shattered defense could not resist at all.

Diego Costa held off Umtiti.

A volley shot!

7:0!!!

Finally.

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

Barcelona suffered defeat at Stamford Bridge.

The bonus chapter is under review.

A reader friend said I'm hyping Messi; let me explain: in reality this season, midfield Messi single-handedly blew up Chelsea, my book has no exaggeration; the actual Messi in the match is even more exaggerated; thanks to the reader friend for questioning.