Chapter 515: Deep Blue Beast (Everyday Transition)

Isco wearily got up, brushing off the grass clippings from his body.

Once, the super prodigy was dubbed: possessing the second‑most stable lower body in La Liga.

That's right.

This guy's former nickname was: Spanish Messi.

The head referee waved his hand, indicating no foul.

Rudiger felt relieved.

Playing in his first Champions League final, he was damn nervous.

Before Marcelo threw the ball in from the sideline.

The live broadcast showed a brief replay of the attack.

【Thrilling, if Rudiger's explosiveness were a bit less, letting Isco take another step, Real Madrid might have taken the lead!】

【Isco's explosiveness has declined, but within the overall progression system, his running lanes and timing for forward runs are very reasonable.】

【Modric single‑handedly relieved Chelsea's front‑court pressure, with a diagonal shift determining the attack direction.】

【Kroos took on Cahill and Rudiger's rib‑side defensive scheme alone, delivering a perfect through‑ball.】

【Casemiro has just become a right winger.】

【Zidane hasn't managed to grab the initiative at the start of this season!】

Tuchel stood in the technical area, vigorously raising his hand, gesturing for his players to mind the spacing between lines.

From God's perspective, Real Madrid's number ten was sprinting straight toward him.

The gap between the lines widened!

Not only his left shoulder was pressed, but also his balance!

"Rudiger again—was that a foul? In slow motion, there's no foul; it was a clean, decisive tackle!"

The instant he adjusted his balance, he stepped forward and accelerated, chasing back wildly!

Li Kang found himself surrounded, yet broke through alone!

His coat fluttered.

The forty‑meter zone in Real Madrid's half.

Rudiger was a bit dazed.

"Whoa! Electric—no, it's a rattlesnake‑style dribble!"

It shook the fans' hearts.

Li Kang slowed down.

"It's absolutely breathtaking!"

He Wei's words were like a vibrating motor.

In an instant, he tore apart the Galactic Battleship's midfield interception line.

"La Liga fans should recall that Diego Costa originally played as a traditional winger!"

"Chelsea's number ten just carried the ball forward!"

"A stylish ball‑layoff move."

"Both players charged toward the second landing point at the same time."

In this era, they'd rather have a 5‑4 score than a 1‑0, a bunch of stubborn folks.

Originally, in this transition attack, he had planned to lurk between the lines.

"A suave trap."

He stepped out with his left foot.

"Turn!"

"His whole being exudes leadership!"

"The point of a charge isn't to break the formation, but to widen the opponent's gap between lines, thereby helping the forwards create better space!"

"The intimidation of the world's number one midfielder!"

"A flick."

Kroos decisively fell back!

At the Olympiastadion, tens of thousands of spectators stared unblinkingly at the blue side's core on the green pitch.

Who would have thought that Real Madrid's midfield line was actually pulled forward by Li Kang?

Li Kang slowed down again.

Sky-Shattering Echo.

Real Madrid's penalty area.

"Good heavens!"

"Oh dear!"

A shocking scene unfolded!

On the bench, Morata vigorously slapped his own forehead, making a well‑meaning expression of frustration at not being able to forge steel from iron!

"A miss by a hair's breadth leads to an error of a thousand miles."

Enabling the blue beast on the front line to now confront the Galactic Battleship's defense directly!

"Ramos was leaned on from behind by Diego Costa!"

At this level of physical confrontation, the referee won't whistle a foul!

The Galactic Battleship's back line collapsed!

Li Kang, making a forward‑running support run.

「Understanding of space has reached perfection! World-class movement! 」

「He is about to engage in a third confrontation, the opponent being Carvajal who has chased back! 」

The brain's shadow spreads wildly at this moment, status maxed out!

「Modric! 」

Li Kang completed his run-up.

「Diego Costa made a mistake! 」

「A head-to-head conversation between two world-class midfielders! 」

In fact, the chance for a one-on-one has already been lost.

A crisp system notification sound rang in his ears.

「The ball's path has gone awry! 」

Is he padding his steal numbers in the Champions League final?

Smack!

Xiao Heidan decisively passed the ball to Li Kang.

【Detected that Diego Costa's friendliness toward you has exceeded the limit.】

His right foot met the uncontrolled ball, giving it a light kick!

The ball rose off the ground.

「Li Kang anticipated his anticipation! 」

「He thinks about the game every minute and second on the field, the true brainy helmsman of the Galaxy Battleship! 」

He directly found Cristiano Ronaldo up front!

His posture stretched out in midair.

【Blue Bond upgraded: Deep Blue Beast Lv4!】

「Brake! Then turn, dragon's tail sway! Golden left foot touches the ball repeatedly, shaking past Modric! 」

【Bond effect; your physical confrontation and balance with Diego Costa will be greatly improved.】

It's impossible to form a direct one-on-one!

He flung it forward with great force!

「Very decisive! 」

He felt very comfortable.

Don't panic.

The terrifying surge, in an instant, scattered the Galaxy Battleship's last line of defense.

Li Kang was like a bulldozer, ignoring everyone's obstruction, his body surged forward!

Ramos occupied a favorable position.

「Kick and cross! 」

「The Blue Army's divine forward headed the ball backward! 」

The historic level of control radius is displayed here in full measure!

Modric did not give up; the wind from the east bank of the Dnieper River lifted his golden hair.

Goalkeeper Navas lunged sideways, but ultimately could not stop the lethal strike of the blue behemoth!

1-0!!!

Zidane frantically made the 'slow down' gesture!

Let the Galaxy Battleship's midfield interception line affect Li Kang's deceleration.

Leapt high.

Press forward!

Marcelo lifted his shirt and rubbed the ball in his chest.

「He went wide; does anyone still challenge for the ball in Chelsea's front? 」

The Galaxy Battleship's forward line poses a threat, yet why is it so much weaker than Hai Clan Bayern, Liverpool, and the depleted Atlético Madrid?

There is not the slightest tactical precision!

After the center forward receives the ball in a dangerous zone, if he undergoes three confrontations, there is already ample time for the opponent to fall back into position!

Diego Costa continues dribbling!

Charges into the penalty area!

Real Madrid players have already taken their positions in the penalty area.

「Create a second confrontation! 」

Chelsea's formation, under Tuchel's hand-raised command, still maintains a pressing stance.

Violent aesthetics!

「Keep going along the baseline! 」

VIP box.

Cruyff's eyes finally shone with spirit.

「Ramos anticipated all of this, old rival, old friend! 」

Was pressed down.

【This effect only triggers when both are on the field simultaneously.】

Let the viewers in front of the TV feel even more shocked by Li Kang's splendid performance.

「He knocked Carvajal flying! 」

「Yeah！」

Pa!

Modric's right foot, the toe poked the ball.

While running, the left shoulder felt a strange force!

Before Real Madrid's throw-in, the Chelsea head coach boldly cut back the number of defenders.

Li Kang stopped the ball, preparing to launch a transition attack.

Casemiro and Marcelo tried to follow up and disrupt.

「Superstar！」

「This is top-level spatial understanding！」

Like a phoenix soaring with wings spread.

Casemiro and Marcelo quickly assisted in defense.

「Breakthrough！」

A few touches of white highlighted the brightest touch of blue!

「Failed to get past, the ball was lost！」

Immediately after.

Beckenbauer clenched his fists.

The spectators in front of the TV, gazing at the chaotic penalty area and the brave blue number 10, couldn't help but feel their adrenaline surge!

They wanted to fiercely hug Li Kang and suck on him a few times

Diego Costa, with his back to the falling ball.

Ramos crashed to the ground, watching helplessly as Diego Costa won the second challenge!

The latter gave it a slight header!

It went wide!

The ball drifted toward the sideline!

Peng!

The spectators were stunned.

In the end, they failed to gain a close-range advantage, couldn't generate power, and the tackling effect was like a dragonfly skimming water.

Olympic Stadium, the crowd erupted!

Varane felt somewhat incredulous, staring blankly at Ramos: 'Wasn't it said that Li's header is no good?'

Ramos helplessly patted his shin guard: 'He used his foot.'

「Flying」

「Flying blue beast！」