Chapter 504: Li Men Xing (Daily Transition)

Morata had long been accustomed to the occasional apparition of the French prodigy appearing in matches.

He simply thought he had neurasthenia.

Over the past two seasons, putting aside his footwork shooting, his ability attributes, defensive line reading, and match awareness have made a leap-forward improvement!

"What a brilliant trajectory!"

"Arcing split-wing!"

"Legendary connection!"

"The deep-lying Morata in midfield, the advancing Li Kang on the flank, Europe's most perfect vertical space difference."

"The distant Diego Costa wasn't idle; he helped Li Kang stretch the width! Assailing the Bundesliga giant's defense!"

【Blue Bond Upgrade: Legendary Connection Lv3→Lv4.】

【Blue Bond Upgrade: Deep Blue Beast Lv2→Lv3.】

Li Kang's moment of receiving the ball.

The little foal phantom shimmered with brilliant blue light.

Accelerate again!

Allianz Arena, as if being ravaged by a storm.

"Thunderclap!"

"The camera can't catch his footing."

"The billboards on the sideline are becoming increasingly blurry!"

"High-speed charge!"

"Can the Bundesliga giant withstand his impact?"

Bayern's whole team went crazy defending, but they couldn't catch up.

Boateng and Hummels made a decision violating the high-line defense: abandoning the distant Diego Costa, jointly encircling Li Kang.

We can't afford to lose the ball again.

The former "world's best defender" combination not only had top-tier physicality, but also excellent defensive awareness and football IQ.

The Bundesliga giant's armor!

Li Kang had no intention of changing direction.

The forward path was straight.

A lone rider breaking the formation?

Allianz Arena, the hearts of tens of thousands of spectators, were suspended.

Tuchel and Dino were wildly excited.

Heynckes' expression was bewildering, unfathomable, unfathomable!

Beckenbauer's eyes were frenzied.

Bayern half-field, thirty-meter zone.

"Hummels and Boateng want to press Li Kang out to the flank."

"Wow!"

"Li Kang just crashed straight through!"

In an instant.

Two European top center-backs, as if fallen into an abyss.

They seemed to see a fiery steed emitting blue flames!

Accompanied by the terrifying close-quarters combat sound picked up by the near-field audio equipment!

The little black egg, standing 1.9 meters tall and weighing 200 catties, was overturned!

The German, 1.91 meters tall and weighing 188 catties, was overturned!

The perfect combination of strength and speed.

The Men Xing totem shattered the Bundesliga giant's armor.

The heart-shaking visual impact left the entire Allianz Arena shrouded in lamentation.

"Unbelievable!"

"The deep blue behemoth ravages Bavaria!"

"One-on-one!"

"Li Kang faces Neuer head-on!"

No matter how many times he was lobbed, the Bayern goalkeeper would choose to rush out.

The confidence of the strong.

No matter how time passes, the Bayern goalkeeper will always like 19-year-old girls.

The Chelsea number 10 before him is also 19 years old.

Perfect spatial blockade.

A close-quarters timing without the slightest difference.

Suffocate the one-on-one!

One strike decides the outcome!

The little foal phantom returned to normal.

Li Kang eased his speed.

Facing the wolf-like Neuer.

He made a step-on, then followed with an inside hook.

His exquisite ball control, down to the finest detail, produced the most concise one-on-one dribble.

Neuer lost his balance, fell clumsily, and struggled to expand his defensive area.

It was useless.

Under the gaze of everyone present.

Li Kang strolled leisurely, gave a light push, and the ball rolled into the unguarded goal.

The Bundesliga giant collapsed in a thunderous crash at this moment.

0-2!!!

At the Allianz Arena, waves of sighs filled with despair rose up.

"The ball went in again!"

"A lone rider breaks the formation!"

"A great legendary moment!"

"The ultimate expression of individual ability!"

"Forceful and domineering!"

"Elegant and carefree!"

"Li Kang conquered Munich and overturned the Bundesliga giant!"

"Tonight, he is the king of the pitch!"

The livestream room.

The barrage went crazy, filling the screen!

【Li Menxing!】

【Fake Bundesliga hegemon: Bayern Munich; true Bundesliga hegemon: Li Menxing!】

【Although he played unreasonably, this is the second-generation football emperor!】

【One person is an entire attacking chain.】

【The new emperor has ascended the throne; all of Munich whispers his name!】

【Suppressing world football for fifteen years!】

【17 goals—Li Kang has already locked up the 2017-18 UEFA Champions League top scorer title!】

【How many more goals does Bayern need to advance?】

【What's going on? Before the match, Bayern was giving a half-goal handicap—how did Li Mingdeng score two in the first half?】

【Missed the money-giving game!】

Li Kang bent over, braced his hands on his knees, and gasped heavily.

The little foal lay weakly at his feet, its phantom gradually fading away in the wind.

In the God's perspective, the phantom of the emperor shone brightly.

The applause of Chelsea fans drowned out the lament of Bayern fans.

"Lee!!!"

"Onceblue!!!"

The aggregate score led by three goals.

Chelsea, about to ascend once more to the pinnacle of Europe!

The sky over Munich was dyed blue!

Boateng sat on the turf, burying the little black egg deep into his knee.

The Western bestseller *Psychological Manipulation Techniques* says: How to toy with someone of the opposite sex? By constantly cycling between reward and suppression.

Compared to the first leg's even contest, the little black egg felt toyed with tonight.

Neuer rose to his feet, gazing at the goal in regretful loss.

Hummels looked at the excited Diego Costa and Morata, shaking his head helplessly.

Unreasonable.

Too unreasonable.

Li just now, in several moments, clearly had better passing options.

VIP box.

A silence fell.

Beckenbauer took off his glasses and wiped them with a gray cloth.

With a faint smile, he said slowly: "Those who cannot hear the music will think the dancers are mad."

The sidelines.

Dino and Tuchel celebrated wildly.

On the Chelsea bench, a pile of men clung together in embraces.

"Boss, am I dreaming?"

"You're not dreaming; even in a dream you couldn't imagine Li putting on such a performance!"

On the other side.

Heynkes stood frozen, unable to speak for a long time.

His hands felt as if bearing a thousand pounds, unable to lift to make gestural adjustments.

Even an excellent head coach struggles to face variables beyond comprehension.

In the last ten or so minutes of the first half plus injury time.

Positional warfare became the theme.

Hai Clan Bayern displayed terrifying discipline and tenacious, resilient quality.

Even when trailing by two goals, they could still maintain the 'reasonable' under high intensity.

Robbery combination's aggression toward the flanks.

Kimmich and Alaba's two-point support.

Lewandowski and Müller's crossing rotation.

The ball's passes varied in speed—sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes lofted and spinning, sometimes low and swift, hiding danger; a three-dimensional bombardment that left fans of both sides extremely tense.

The Bundesliga giants wielded their weapons, appearing frenzied.

Li Kang seemed to have seized the giant's throat.

He did not participate in positional defense for long periods, but always managed to swap positions with Morata at the most subtle moments, active in Bayern Munich's high defensive line.

Hai Clan Bayern not only treaded on thin ice during the second-phase organization after their attacking chain was broken, but also had to retreat the entire team deep after each loss of possession.

At the same time.

Members of the coaching staffs of Europe's major powerhouses were conducting analysis in full swing.

They quickly reached the answer: this kind of individual rotation cannot be copied.

Just as it's impossible to incorporate Messi's movements into youth training materials.

Likewise, it's impossible to copy Li Kang from Tuchel's system.

The distant Etihad Stadium.

Guardiola clasped his hands over his head: "I said back then, the best position for Li is right-back, you look, he."

Arteta hesitated, then gently corrected: "Yes, but Li's position is not right-back."

Guardiola nodded, speaking incoherently: "Exactly, that's what I meant!"

Beep! Beep-beep~

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

Li Kang walked slowly to the sideline, taking the dry towel and sports drink from Dino's hand.

Morata and Diego Costa gestured with their fingers while communicating.

"We need to do reverse crossover runs in the second half."

"However we run is fine, as long as we coordinate well with Li."

"Today there was a relatives' gathering; I got home too late, drank a little bit, and tomorrow I'll definitely stay home typing, not going anywhere."