Chapter 526: Steadfast (Daily Transition)

Pepe gritted his teeth and grimaced in pain.

After receiving simple treatment, he shoved the team doctor aside and stood up again.

The team was already two goals behind and couldn't waste too much time.

Bruno Fernandes made a complaining gesture, pointing out the cause of the recent turnover.

Bernardo Silva savored Li Kang's 'Long Rainbow Piercing the Sun,' unable to resist giving a thumbs up.

Cristiano Ronaldo said nothing, silently walked to the goal net, lifted the ball again, and ran toward the center circle.

"The close-up shot was given to Cristiano Ronaldo."

"His eyes showed determination and unwillingness."

"No matter how strong the opponent, he would not give up."

"One man alone battles the European stars!"

"Portuguese fans, don't lose heart; your hero will step forward!"

"The commentator was perfectly immersed in the match, forgetting that the pre-match media had deemed Spain a 'crippled squad'."

"It seemed to sense Cristiano Ronaldo's unwillingness."

"In Li Kang's vision, the white-and-gold-edged number 7 phantom appeared again, impossible to suppress."

"How come even when I'm fighting myself, I'm also so excited?"

【I am the world's number one, two, three!】

【You better focus completely, because I will give it my all.】

【What can I do about the booing!】

【Everyone who likes football should like me!】

The game restarted at the center circle.

After several passes.

The ball came to Bernardo Silva's feet.

Manchester City's midfield began to explode.

"Get the ball on the right flank!"

"Excellent cadence, speed not considered fast."

"The ability to combine person and ball is too great."

"Huh? How did he get through the double-team of Koke and Fàbregas?"

"Beautiful!"

"Portugal's independent attack has borne fruit."

"Bernardo Silva slowed down, observed the partial adjustment of Spain's defense, as Cedric made an overlapping run down the flank!"

"Bernardo Silva didn't pass, lowered his center of gravity, and sped up!"

"His powerful cadence-switching ability truly deserves the title of Portugal's Messi!"

"He is the player who has created the most goals for Portugal since 2017!"

"Carrying it sideways."

"It's too sticky to the ball, why not pass to Cristiano Ronaldo yet? Watch Cristiano Ronaldo's run!"

"Beautiful!"

"Made it for Bruno Fernandes!"

"Bruno Fernandes's pass!"

"Found Cristiano Ronaldo!"

"Cristiano!"

"Oh no, Piqué is too sly!"

Left side of the Spanish penalty area.

Piqué poked the ball out, but not far.

Cristiano Ronaldo turned, controlled the ball, and again adjusted his body orientation.

His whole body twitched as if electrified.

His whole body jerked!

Another jerk!

Jerk!

"So handsome!"

"CR-style dribble!"

"Failed to get past and fell down!"

"Why isn't the referee blowing the whistle? Did Piqué not commit a foul?"

Cristiano Ronaldo sat on the turf, angrily raising his hands at the referee.

Piqué struggled to hold back laughter, then kicked the ball forward.

Morata activated, stopping the ball before Fonte could.

He keenly sensed Pepe's killing intent.

In a sideways stance, he decisively passed the ball to the advancing Li Kang.

Pepe quickly adjusted his direction.

His gaze locked firmly on Li Kang.

His heart had already resolved to trade one for one: as long as Li Kang is taken out.

Spain's counterattack this time isn't that great.

Pi Ke's long pass was too careless.

There was no good timing to link up with Mo La Ta on a pass and run.

Li Kang should cut back on the counterattack speed, seeing as he's already up by two goals.

Control the tempo!

Control.

The commentator watched wide-eyed as Li Kang surged past the midfield line.

His arms swung widely.

He lengthened his stride.

Is he lining up for a direct shot?

Really?

Could Li Kang be a C Luo fan, paying homage to him?

From God's perspective.

Portugal's high defensive line is extremely loose.

The white-and-gold-bordered apparition spread all kinds of negative emotions, as well as a strong desire to win.

A country bumpkin from Madeira Island? He looks really stupid.

Your breath really stinks; did you go eat leftover burgers at a fast-food place again?

So what if I beat you up?

Who do you think you are? The best player in the world? Hahaha!

Li Kang's movement did not coincide with the apparition.

He lightly tapped the ball, dodging Pei Pei's sliding tackle.

He dug his studs into the turf.

He began to accelerate.

The white-and-gold-bordered apparition, having completed its long-shot motion, angrily pounded the turf and scattered in the wind.

Beautiful!

Li Kang used a long-feinted shot motion to deceive Pei Pei's challenge.

Wide-open space lay ahead.

Unstoppable!

We've got it!

Li Kang faced the oncoming Pa Te Li Xi Ao, making a slight leg movement.

A light chip.

The ball lifted off the ground, tracing an elegant arc over Portugal's penalty area.

It ultimately fell into the net.

3-0!!!

The Fisht Stadium erupted instantly.

What a graceful trajectory!

A goal that killed the match.

Li Kang contributed two shots and one assist, killing the suspense of the double-fang showdown.

Invincible posture!

He conquered Sochi!

Could this World Cup be the path to Li Kang's deification?

Even before halftime ended, the Portugal side led by C Luo had already fallen into desperation.

The livestream room.

Awesome.

Brothers hoping for a draw, go to sleep early!

Brothers betting their bride price on a draw, actually it's fine even alone.

I thought Li Kang would shoot after crossing midfield.

Is halftime already within shooting range?

No, the wind-up is too long; it's easy to sky the ball under pressure.

This feint wind-up is awesome, it fooled Pei Pei.

Pei Pei, losing the match and losing face—if he keeps playing well later in his career, he could still become a legend.

In tears, could it be that C Luo will again be slaughtered in the group stage like when he faced Germany back then?

Li Kang and Mo La Ta simply bumped fists to celebrate.

The reward from the golden treasure chest is really too low.

Sa Wu Er shoved Pei Pei hard in the chest.

He could see Portugal's central defender's defensive moves crystal clear, and he's also a sneaky piece of trash.

The chief referee promptly stopped the conflict.

Li Kang patted Sa Wu Er on the back of the head, signaling him not to rush.

C Luo ran back to his own goal for the third time, picked up the football, and silently ran back to the midfield circle.

The face flushed.

The worn captain's armband grew heavier.

Time passed.

Spain's 'strolling' state did not last long.

Bosike and Mininyinuo glanced at their watches, then issued the order to suppress and strangle.

Li Kang, Keke, and Sawuer began to increase their running coverage.

Midfield strangling.

Full suppression.

The isolated Bxi and the developing Bfei were pressed so hard they could barely breathe.

52nd minute.

Li Kang received a teammate's pass in the opponent's half, thirty-meter zone.

A fried dumpling, four taels move a thousand catties.

He easily shook off Kawalue.

Explosive breakthrough!

Pepe stomped the turf, lunging straight at Li Kang.

In close quarters, he raised his elbow.

Li Kang lowered his center of gravity, and as he kicked the ball, his body dodged the opponent's elbow strike.

Pepe couldn't check his momentum; his whole face slammed hard into Li Kang's shoulder.

The close-range audio equipment transmitted a crisp sound of bone striking.

Several drops of fresh blood splattered onto the turf.

【141> Pepe painfully covered his face.

Peipei painfully covers her face.

The crimson nasal blood either flowed along the lips or seeped through the fingertips, trickling down to gather at the chin.

Vision blurred.

The Portuguese central defender staggered.

Li Kang had already completed the shooting motion.

The ball shot out like a shell from a barrel, flying straight and slamming into Portugal's goal.

4:0!!!

Hat-trick!!!

Nobody cared about Pepe's injury.

Patelixiao dropped to both knees, leaning forward to pound the turf.

Bfei, as usual, spread his hands in complaint.

C Luo walked toward the net for the fourth time, walking and walking.

In his mind rose a sky-full of boos.

Suddenly, he tore off the captain's armband from his shoulder and slammed it hard onto the turf!

He turned and roared at his teammates!

Pepe was carried off the field on a stretcher.

The team doctor's diagnosis was: the Portuguese central defender's nasal bone was fractured, accompanied by a mild concussion.

Some fans felt sympathy for this.

Who would Pepe dare to provoke?

He had to go provoke Europe's most terrifying midfield butcher.

When the slow-motion replay came out, sympathy instantly turned to contempt.

Match minute 68.

Li Kang intercepted Bfei's pass in the backfield.

He then made a diagonal pass to the better-positioned Keke.

Keke dribbled a few steps, then played a straight through-ball that tore through Portugal's defense.

Molata launched into high speed.

Instead of shooting himself, he laid it off to the unmarked Isike.

Real Madrid midfielder calmly pushed the shot.

5:0.

Match minute 78.

Li Kang walked off the pitch amid applause like a landslide and tsunami.

Hat-trick.

Three shots, one assist.

Feshite Stadium, tens of thousands of spectators shouted his name.

"The world of football has ushered in a new era."

The commentator's statement was very simple.

As for gazing far at the Caucasus Mountains, looking down on the Black Sea coast, the sparkling Sochi night.

Match minute 92, injury time stoppage period.

Bxi again surged down the right flank.

They head toward the middle lane, a horizontal band.

Pa!

Clever diagonal pass!

Found C Luo rushing into the penalty area!

Oh dear!

He fell down!

Penalty kick!

Pi Ke tripped C Luo!

No problem, the head referee raised his hand and pointed to the penalty spot.

VAR doesn't need to look at VAR!

Pi Ke helped C Luo up, chuckling as he patted the other's cheek.

C Luo's face turned red as he forcibly pressed his lips together.

The Spanish players, leading by five goals, did not protest wildly.

De He Ya also didn't.

Bo Si Ke didn't even shift his gaze to the pitch, but instead asked Li Kang with concern.

Portugal's veteran coach, Sang Tuo Si, was already preparing for the next match.

C Luo stood before the penalty spot.

He took a deep breath.

In his gaze, resilience showed, as well as a hint of ferocity.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The Caucasus Mountains trembled for him.

The Black Sea coast poured back for him.

Ke Li Si Di Ya Nuo.

Shot!

Penalty nuclear blast!

Beautiful!

The ball went in!

By his own strength, he alone battled Europe's stars!

With a mortal body, he stood shoulder to shoulder with the gods!

A great goal!

He changed the score!

This is the demeanor of a superstar!

King's bearing!

5:1!!!

C Luo opened his arms, excitedly charging toward the corner flag area, then leapt high, turning his body in midair with a 'Siu'!

The 'Siu' move was held for half a day.

A glance from the corner of his eye.

Why didn't any teammates follow up?

Beep! Beep-beep~

Finally.

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

Spain 5:1 Portugal.

Li Kang led the World Cup scorer list!

This chapter cut a lot, after all it's just the group stage, no side was eliminated, and the focus was on keeping it concise.

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