Chapter 551: Extreme (Daily Transition)

A solo World Cup?

A solo World Cup!

The whole world is savoring Li Kang's lone charge, a super heavy cannon.

In the final, he scored twice.

Eleven goals in a single World Cup.

Single-handedly dragging a depleted bullfighter squad to a draw against the glittering Gallic roosters!

Luzhniki Stadium, thunderous applause.

"Ah! It's raining!"

"The close-up lens is speckled with water droplets."

"Li Kang's super shot is like a thunderbolt, letting God."

Live broadcast room.

【Sure enough, it's the Ruby War God Card, sacrificing to unleash the divine Li Kang!】

【France's back line didn't expect the midfield barrier to be blown through so quickly; positioning too deep caused the formation to disconnect, giving Li Mingdeng a chance for a long-range shot.】

【Soviet rain.】

【Statue in the rain curtain.】

【"July Rain," a Moscow love story.】

【Heavy rain, no ball left!】

【Rain is a debuff for the bullfighter squad! Negative effect! Ground passes will be greatly affected; after water pools on the grass, the ball becomes hard to roll.】

【Pretty much the same for France!】

【Still, the side with ten players will have the advantage.】

【Li Kang's ball‑pickup hat trick.】

Li Kang didn't enjoy the on‑site applause and cheers; he ran back to the net, picked up the ball, and turned back toward the center circle.

The system prompt sounded softly.

【Environment Adaptation Module S has been triggered.】

【No matter how bad the weather, it cannot affect your condition or erode your fighting spirit.】

The teammates who were preparing to celebrate hurriedly followed Li Kang back.

Equalizing the score isn't enough.

Dragging it into extra time will only make us more passive.

Seize the time and keep charging.

The French "little black eggs" woke from a dream, with no time to marvel at the opponent's brilliant performance: their overall strength is superior, eleven versus ten is already the biggest advantage, seize the time and keep charging!

The sidelines.

Bosque refused Miniano's umbrella.

The suit was soaked by Moscow's wind and rain.

"It's raining!"

"Our chances are greater now!"

"Top‑grade ingredients often need only the simplest cooking method."

"Pass the ball to Li!"

The other side.

Deschamps came to his senses from his reverie.

"It's raining."

"Our chances are greater!"

"Keep attacking!"

The match continued.

Under the spotlights, the rain curtain was like a string of polished beads, crystal clear.

The ball named Telstar18 flew back and forth.

Aerial duels dominated the main theme of the play.

The sturdy little black eggs fully exerted their racial edge, unwearied by wind and rain, awakening the ancestral blood of ancient times.

However, passing accuracy dropped sharply under the rain's influence.

The 72nd minute of the match.

"The French team has many high points!"

"Look at their right‑wing attack this time!"

Pogba rotated to the right flank to receive the ball.

No long pass was launched.

He tried to cut inside.

Koke arrived just in time.

Pogba repeatedly feinted, trying to carve out space inside.

He almost slipped.

The hundred‑million‑euro prodigy, even in the rain, couldn't pull off a nimble dodge.

He couldn't pull it off.

After finally finding space in zone 14, Giroud wore a look of helplessness.

Ke Ke easily stretched his foot to cut off the ball and passed it to the nearest Di Ya Ge.

Standing water hindered the ball's passing speed.

Kan Te attempted to intercept, but his foot slipped and he missed the opportunity.

Di Ya Ge didn't think of anything!

Kick it forward!

In this situation, you can't think about aiming for the second or third gap!

Just find someone.

"In a harsh environment, a complex attacking chain can't be executed."

"The landing point of the ball is easy to judge."

"The France team has plenty of time to do defensive work."

"Nice, Li Kang's ball reception is perfect."

At the moment Li Kang received the ball with his back to goal, Ma Tu Yi Di and Wu Mu Di Di closed in.

The two little black eggs were confident they could defeat this youngest midfield master in history on a rainy night.

A scene that violated the laws of physics occurred.

Li Kang and the ball at his feet were completely unaffected by the rain.

He lightly pulled the ball back with his heel.

He turned around.

He accelerated to shake off.

As if walking on flat ground.

Ma Tu Yi Di and Wu Mu Di Di turned around, discovering the ball had already flown up into the air.

"Unbelievable!"

"Another god-level turn!"

"He danced in the Moscow rain!"

Everything happened too quickly.

In the blink of an eye.

Li Kang again flicked the ball to change direction and shook off Lu Ka Si.

The ball left his left foot.

In the rainy night, it traced a wondrous arc like a rainbow, surpassing the defense of Fa Lan Xi.

A handsome figure appeared in everyone's sight.

"Morata!"

"Volley!"

"Wow!"

What? The ten-man bullfighters are going to reverse the score?

Over 80,000 spectators on site stared intently at the ball's trajectory, fearing to miss the imminent great moment.

Pa!

Luo Li finally burst into power.

The strong contender for the Premier League Golden Glove officially entered form.

The howling football was blocked by the green glove!

The entire stadium erupted in an uproar.

"What a shame for that ball!"

"When Mo La Ta took the shooting action, he was still affected by the harsh environment, especially his supporting foot."

"Over the past two seasons, Luo Li's success rate in saving long-range shots has been quite good!"

"The data has already been achieved by Li Kang."

Although he didn't score, the on-site audience still gave Li Kang and Mo La Ta the most enthusiastic applause.

In the windy and rainy environment, this attacking chain was played out too perfectly!

Mo La Ta, who had slipped to the ground, didn't have time to turn around and give a 'like', quickly got up and continued fighting!

Li Kang bent over to adjust his shin guard.

The brain's shadow spread wildly.

All attributes on the system panel surged to their limits.

"The 'Destroying-type Midfielder' template appeared cracked, and the suffix letters and numbers gradually turned into 'Lv3'."

Time flowed by second by second.

The course of the match made people somewhat incredulous.

The spectators suddenly discovered: the Ten-man Bullfighters actually suppressed the High Gaul Rooster!

"Unthinkable!"

"Li Kang's running, shaking off, and passing seem unaffected by the rain."

"He leisurely strolled, organizing the team's advancement."

"Terrifying dominance!"

"Wielding a sharp blade and red cloth, suppressing the brilliant stars."

Bei Lun Ta looked completely bewildered.

Ji Si Lin's expression was astonished.

Wo Le Er wore an expression of 'as a matter of course'.

Tuopu Laotou excitedly beat the little days translation.

Bosque's chubby face was streaked with tears and rain.

Deschamps' face was ashen.

The World Cup organizing committee believed this final would be like the previous two editions, going into extra time.

Audiences worldwide also thought so.

After all, the hulking little black eggs shrank into the penalty area, and with hardly any regular time left, perhaps no goal would be scored.

The commentator's rapid-fire speech constantly invoked things like 'possessed by Makélélé', 'possessed by Thuram', having 'possessed' the names of all black defensive stars in football history!

Stamina.

The bullfighters' players' stamina consumption in the wind and rain far surpassed that of previous matches.

As the match neared its end.

They could not match Li Kang's complete advancing chain.

The Gauls roosters repeatedly gained counterattack opportunities!

Li Kang's movement heat map spanned two and a half halves!

Organizing the attack.

Switching to interception.

Positional defense.

Relying on adaptation to the environment, relying on frantic running, to make up for the huge disadvantage of playing with one fewer player.

【Bullet Time Triggered.】

【Bullet Time Second Trigger.】

【Bullet Time Overload Trigger】

【Already exceeded the brain's load limit】

The spectators' gazes passed through the increasingly dense rain curtain, blankly staring at that tireless black-haired figure.

Is that the incarnation of the soccer god on earth?

Some fans like to watch star commentators explain the match.

The livestream of 《Hand‑Hand Teaching You to Become a Ceremonial Midfielder》.

Kroos felt as if he were watching a cartoon.

«The French team's overall strength is much stronger, but they are facing Li»

«Omnipotent Li. »

The livestream of 《European Top Center‑Back Teaches You How to Defend》.

Maguire wore Li Kang's jersey, his expression solemn.

«Finished praising the French team. »

«As for Li, dragging a ten‑man remnant squad to the end, any description of him will seem pale and powerless. »

«He will surely win this hell‑difficulty match! »

Distant Amsterdam.

Cruyff hysterically slapped the wheelchair armrest.

«As long as Li finds an opportunity in the front, he will surely be able to change the score! »

«He has long surpassed, surpassed Beckenbauer! »

Several medical staff nodded in agreement.

It was sincere agreement.

They did not today dissuade Cruyff from keeping his emotions stable; instead, they all immersed themselves in this showdown.

The charm of football.

The black‑haired figure on the screen interpreted the charm of football.

Distant Munich.

Beckenbauer and the German legends stared intently at the LED big screen.

«What if Li catches a cold? »

«Other players might also catch a cold. »

«Contact the divine doctor Wolffart in advance, oh! He surely is also watching the match. »

Luzhniki Stadium.

Tens of thousands of fans loudly shouted Li Kang's name.

They sincerely hoped Li Kang could win the championship.

They involuntarily raised both hands.

The move was like the grand finale of Majin Buu in Dragon Ball, with the whole earth helping Goku gather a spirit bomb.

Their expression was like that of devout believers, willing to offer everything for the true god they believe in.

Li Kang slowed his steps.

A system prompt sounded in his ears.

【Power of Faith is gathering.】

【Energy being materialized】

In God's perspective.

Stands on all sides rose countless sparkles, gathering in mid‑air into dazzling rivers of stars.

The match was in the 93rd minute.

Li Kang received Fabregas's pass on the left flank.

He chest-trapped the ball.

He directed it diagonally forward.

He easily left Mbappé behind.

He dug his studs into the turf.

He accelerated and cut into the penalty area.

Varane and Umtiti quickly closed him down.

Another moment that defied the laws of physics unfolded.

Li Kang shifted to the right, flicked the ball with the outside of his left foot, and got past Umtiti.

Within a few tenths of a second.

Without being able to adjust his balance.

He hooked the ball with the inside of his left foot and got past Varane.

He tore through the defensive line!

He faced an open goal!

Lori's legs went weak, and another point-blank cannonball came straight at his face!

3-2!!!

Luzhniki Stadium fell silent, as if someone had died.

After a brief silence came a thunderous roar of applause and cheers, like a landslide and tsunami.

A winning goal!

The World Cup final's highlight!

A hat-trick!

A hat-trick unfolded in the World Cup final!

Finally.

The referee blew the final whistle of the 2018 Russia World Cup.

Spain 3-2 France.

(End of chapter)