Chapter 46: You call this a Tiger-style shot? (Combined)

Dragon Kingdom livestream room.

Uniform barrage of comments filled the screen.

-【Li Kang awesome! Easily crushed three little devils!】

-【Nan Ye Tuo Shi and Yuan Teng Hang lay on the ground, unable to get up.】

-【Too exaggerated, right? I originally thought Li Mingdeng would play effeminate soccer in the Spain national team, but I didn't expect him to still be so fierce, so violent, I love it!】

-【Seeing this generation of young people in Spain, I have a premonition that the fallen bullfighter dynasty will rise again, truly terrifying, the tactics of world football are so cutthroat, when will the China national team break into the World Cup knockout stage?】

Ajinomoto Stadium, tens of thousands of Japanese fans were stunned.

Most of them seemed not at all concerned about whether the Japanese players were injured.

Instead, they stared fixedly at the Asian person wearing the red number 98 jersey.

Can yellow-skinned people also have such a beastly physique?

Ha Li Huo Ji Qi didn't shout at the players, nor protest to the head referee.

Instead, it became unusually quiet.

Li Kang's playing style displayed in this match.

It reminded him of his national team teammates from his playing days.

That was the glorious era of Yugoslav football.

On the other side.

Bo Si Ke opened his eyes, walked excitedly to the command area, and muttered: "He's different."

Mi Ni Ya Nuo asked doubtfully: "Chief? What's different... Yes, Li's physical confrontation ability is very strong! His height is also greater than other little guys."

The Spain head coach pondered for a moment, smiled and shook his head, then turned and walked back to the coaching bench.

This type of midfielder is hard to find a template for in Spanish football history—how should he be used?

On the field.

Nan Ye Tuo Shi and Yuan Teng Hang groaned in pain, while Qian Ye Tuo Mo was covered all over with grass clippings and mud.

Beep!

The head referee blew the whistle to stop the match.

"Let's see how to call it—Li Kang's action is definitely fine, reasonable physical contact..."

"The referee showed a yellow card to each of the three Japanese players!"

"The refereeing standard in this match... is somewhat strict!"

"The team doctor entered the field... Minamino got up, Endo was lifted off on a stretcher! Asano looks like he's not seriously injured!"

Other Japanese players did not protest the referee.

Nan Ye Tuo Shi's gaze toward Li Kang revealed a hint of fear.

Dan Ni Si had mixed feelings: fortunately, during the gathering, his provocation of Li Kang wasn't too excessive...

The match continued.

The pace seemed to slow down.

Under Dan Ni Si's organization, Spain did not continue its relentless passing and control advance.

Instead, they did a 'drop-back' near the midfield circle.

The youngsters began to stroll.

Li Kang stepped back a few steps and received Dan Ni Si's pass.

De Wu Lao Fei Wu moved laterally, taking away Ling Mu Wu Zang.

When Nan Ye Tuo Shi and Qian Ye Tuo Mo tried to press,

The ball left Li Kang's left foot.

It rolled toward the advancing Bei Lai Lin.

One touch.

The ball came to Dan Ni Si's feet again.

A back-and-forth cycle.

No matter how frantically the Japanese midfield and forward pressed, they could not take the ball from the feet of the Spanish youngsters.

The dull match scene gradually made people feel drowsy.

"This is the scene most familiar to the Spain team; after taking the lead, they deliberately slow the pace of the match."

"The players' spacing, passing routes, timing, and strength can be called perfect."

"This style of play looks simple, but it demands a very high ability to read the game from the players, a deep understanding of time and space, and the entire formation needs to maintain uniform operation..."

"Other teams find it hard to maintain this style of play under sustained pressure!"

Li Kang now felt that not being the midfield core... seemed somewhat easy.

Just like the passing and control game you could play with your eyes closed at La Masia youth academy.

The most tired person is Dan Ni Si.

In the formation, only he was constantly running back and forth, building three-point ball-out spaces with the teammates strolling forward and backward.

For the Spain national team's tactical system, passing and control is the best defense.

Even De He Ya ran out of the penalty area, receiving two passes.

But his courage ultimately wasn't as big as Bu La Wo's, and he soon retreated back into the penalty area.

Match time passed minute by minute, second by second.

The ball kept shuttling back and forth between the red jerseys.

It traced out one precise and reasonable line after another.

Japanese fans had shouted themselves hoarse, yet their players still couldn't complete the pressing.

Minamino Takumi was like a little dog.

He kept pressing back and forth.

His stamina was also rapidly draining.

Even at Red Bull Salzburg, he had never encountered such an opponent.

Halilhodžić sat back on the bench, arms crossed in front of his chest, helplessly watching this scene.

Mininiano really wanted to curse, he struggled to keep his expression in check, putting on the airs of a world-class coach.

Morata began warming up, eager to try: Japan's domestic midfield and forward line, damn weak!

The 45th minute of the match.

Yoon Dong-sun and Kashiwa Yosuke's positions were too far forward.

Relying on God's perspective.

Li Kang observed the gap between Japan's midfield and defense.

He made a gesture.

The Spanish team's tempo instantly sped up!

All the young players started moving!

The speed of the rolling ball also kept increasing!

In Japan's half, a beautiful ink painting was outlined.

The flowing, seamless passing and control advance came again!

Only the Japanese fans seated high in the stands could feel the beauty brought by this passing and control!

"Beyond everyone's expectations!"

"Little Dennis is the static core of this Spanish national team!"

"Li Kang! He is the initiator of the attack! The engine! The gear!"

"Bosque is too wise! He split Harvey's responsibility between two players!"

Japan's defensive line is a bit panicked!

Having lost the protection of the midfield shield, the defenders basically find it hard to directly cope with such a fierce attack.

Makino Tomoaki's urge to press forward is strong.

Without hesitation, he rushed toward the ball-holding Gerard Deulofeu.

As the captain of Urawa Red Diamonds, a strong team in the J-League, he is very confident in his tackling ability!

Too bad.

He is facing Gerard Deulofeu, who currently has the fifth-highest step frequency in world football!

He then did a shoulder drop and a step.

He easily shook off Makino Tomoaki!

"Excellent!"

"Gerard Deulofeu's agility in changing direction is absolutely world-class!"

"The gap in Japan's defense..."

Yoshida Maya quickly covered!

He has faced Spanish talents several times in the Premier League, knowing their traits!

He did not easily stick out a foot!

Gerard Deulofeu leaned his upper body to the left, heel flick.

The ball was knocked to the top of the penalty arc.

"Li Kang!"

"He's going to shoot..."

Duan Xuan's words were not finished.

Li Kang's left foot had already lashed out fiercely!

The ball underwent an unimaginable deformation.

Peng!

Accompanied by an extreme explosive roar!

The ball howled, blasting toward the far corner of Japan's goal!

A fierce, overbearing might!

Like a ferocious tiger leaping out of its cage!

Intense spin.

Terrifying ball speed.

In midair, the ball turned into a black streak.

Nishikawa Shuzo stood dumbfounded, unable to make any saving motion.

In his J-League and Belgian professional career, he had never seen such a terrifying shot!

Damn, is this Spain's second team?

Even the full starting lineup, nobody could kick such a shot, right?

After the ball kicked up the white netting.

Still spinning nonstop!

Only after several seconds did it land!

0:2!!!

Ajinomoto Stadium fell silent for a moment.

A young voice suddenly shouted: "Hit the tiger!!"

Immediately after.

All Japanese fans' gazes at Li Kang became even more fervent.

"Hit the tiger!!"

"Hit the tiger!!"

"Hit the tiger!!"

Nan Ye Tuo Shi opened his mouth in surprise.

He had always thought he was not much inferior to European genius players, and would never regard the Dragon Kingdom team, such a weak side, as worthy of notice; even before the match against Spain, he didn't care much.

Until today.

His pride was completely shattered.

That Li San, he seems to be of Chinese descent...

"Beautiful!"

"This ball went in!"

"The ultimate violent aesthetics!"

"Chinese youth Li Kang! With an astonishing long-range shot, he blasted open Japan's goal again!"

"Xichuan Zhouzuo had no time to react!"

"Scored twice! Li Kang's perfect debut for the Spanish national team!"

"He helped the Spanish team expand their lead."

Dragon Kingdom livestream.

The big screen replayed the entire goal process.

The barrage flooded the screen again.

-【Li Kang is too awesome! Off the charts! He's practically an anomaly in sissy football!】

-【Are those little devil fans crazy? Why do they seem to be cheering? Their own team is behind, yet they act like this? Perverted!】

-【This attack's tempo speedup was initiated by Li Kang, and Deuwolo Feiwu's flower-kick assist was also awesome!】

-【How contradictory, such a good Chinese-heritage player, not playing for our national team; I want to watch him play, but I don't want him to represent another national team...】

-【What nonsense, if he returned to the national team, he wouldn't be able to play.】

At the sideline.

Hali Huoqiqi had a complex expression.

The outcome seemed not to fill his heart.

"Why can Spain also produce such a genius?"

"This is clearly something only our Yugoslav football can have..."

On the other side.

Bosuke rushed to the sideline, fists raised!

He could no longer stay calm.

Li Kang possesses what the Spanish national team lacks!

Hawei's successor?

Dannisi might be Hawei's successor!

But once Li Kang matures in a few years, he will surely open the curtain on a new dynasty of the bullfighters!

Minianyuo excitedly shouted at Li Kang: "Li! We're awesome!"

In the corner of the stands, a young child wearing a dark blue jersey said sadly: "Coach Okada, Spain's number 98 is also East Asian... why is he..."

The middle-aged man lowered his head, thought for a moment, and said slowly: "Just watch the game; he might be the wind of change in European football! La Masia's youth academy has produced too many talents; Li San is clearly their new experiment over the past decade or so! Don't be upset! We should learn from the strong; failure is not disgrace; Japanese football is on the road to rise; sooner or later we will be able to defeat them!"

The child's expression gradually became firm: "Yes! Learn from the stronger! Just as our ancestors learned from the Dragon Kingdom! Sooner or later! In the field of football, we too can stand at the world's peak!"

Beep! Beep-beep~

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

The Japanese team players walked off the field dejectedly.

Minianyuo on the midfield sideline hugged each of the Spanish youngsters one by one.

"Little guy! We're awesome!"

"Especially Li! His two goals helped us gain the upper hand!"

Molata looked disdainful: "Kicking a weak-chicken Japanese team, is that really worth celebrating? Of course, Li Kang is indeed great, just like I was at 17!"

Japanese team locker room.

Hali Huoqiqi angrily tapped the tactic board.

"Our first conceded goal is forgivable! It's the coaching staff's responsibility! We weren't fully prepared before the match, didn't expect this group of youngsters to also be able to play possession-style football!"

"The second conceded goal! That shouldn't have happened! Where's the problem? Yin Dongchun and Baimu Yangjie were too rash, not noticing they had positioned themselves too deep! Moye Zhizhang was too reckless, and your and Jiti Ma ye's defensive ideas aren't unified!"

"Damn it, if we keep playing like this, we won't just lose two balls!"

"Second half! Concede the forty-meter zone, compress space, look for counter-attack opportunities in the thirty-meter zone!"

The translator was also startled by the violent roar.

He struggled to convey the tactical intent of the Japanese team's head coach.

The players dared to be angry but not to speak.

They didn't like this stubborn, hard‑line new head coach at all.

Spanish locker room.

The atmosphere was very harmonious.

Bosque did not appear on the scene.

Minayo held it in for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Talk about tactics? These young geniuses seem to understand tactics even better than I do!

I am just a newly appointed fitness coach.

He could only utter some encouraging platitudes, watching the eager Morata, and had already decided on the first substitution.

Dennis jabbed Li Kang with his elbow: "I'll only have a chance to return to Barça next year… or maybe the year after; why don't you come over to Villarreal in the winter transfer window! We'll definitely blow away Barça and Real Madrid in La Liga!"

Deulofeu sprayed water in Bellerín's face: "Take on Barça? You still have La Masia blood in your veins!"

Dennis immediately corrected: "You got it wrong! I came from Celta's youth academy! I only went to Barça in 2013!"

"Good evening, friends! Welcome back!"

"We are now broadcasting an international A‑level friendly match!"

"Japan versus Spain!"

"Bosque made the first substitution!"

"Morata replaced Dennis!"

"Then, looking at it this way, the suspense of the match is even smaller!"

"Morata came from Atlético Madrid's youth academy, performed outstandingly at Real Madrid, and is now Juventus's main striker! In August this year, he will be out for 30 days due to a left calf muscle tear, missing the opening match of the 2015‑16 Serie A season! Now it looks like his injury has healed! We look forward to his performance in this game!"