Chapter 68: Bogwo Missile!

It's not uncommon for players to have their pants pulled off during a match.

The most famous embarrassing moment in the Bundesliga is probably St. Cruz.

When he was young, he was very handsome, his looks so high that people could overlook his talent.

No one bothered to count how many goals he scored.

Back then, Bundesliga newspapers' front-page headlines always featured his handsome photos on the pitch.

Early 21st century.

While dribbling forward, his buttocks were stripped bare.

It shocked Europe and South America.

The tasteless director kept replaying slow-motion from various angles.

It let fans worldwide get to know Xiaoxiao Sheng.

Bayer Stadium.

Amid the hysterical cheers of Lewokusen fans.

Li Kang dribbled the ball, charging into Mainz's penalty area!

Bongte and Shitefan formed a nearly two-meter-high iron gate!

Wuteng Jiaji pursued relentlessly.

"Li Kang was trapped in a triple team, hard to break through!"

"Wuteng Jiaji's speed is too fast!"

"No space to pass!"

"Getting close!"

Li Kang did not slow down.

But he forcefully rushed through the gap between Mainz's two centre-backs!

Bongte decisively stuck out his right foot, poking at the ball!

But just as he lifted his foot.

Li Kang accelerated again!

His body surged forward!

The close-range audio equipment transmitted intense scuffling sounds!

There were no flashy, suave moves.

There were no nimble, flowing changes of direction.

There were no unpredictable rhythms.

The strong centre-back, 1.9 meters tall, felt a terrifying force upon nearing Li Kang, instantly losing balance and sitting on the grass!

The ball did not leave Li Kang's control!

The frenzied Lewokusen fans began to strip and celebrate!

Their number 10 was like an unstoppable tank, crushing Mainz's defensive line!!

Shitefan was stunned for a few tenths of a second.

He struggled to suppress the fear rising from his subconscious.

He did not immediately press forward!

Instead, he quickly adjusted his position with small steps: not giving Li Kang a chance for a long shot!

"Too terrifying!"

"Who could imagine..."

Duan Xuan hadn't finished speaking.

In the shot, an extremely horrifying scene occurred!

18-year-old Wuteng Jiaji, his off-the-ball speed is very fast.

He gazed at the approaching number 10's back.

He deeply knew he couldn't fulfill the defensive support.

Li Sang was about to charge into the penalty area... absolutely! Absolutely cannot let him past!

Thus.

He, like Qianye Tuomo, stretched out both arms, wrapping around Li Kang's waist!

Tap!

Didn't catch!

Little one... subconsciously placed his hand on Li Sang's waistband!

The close-range audio equipment emitted a strange sound.

Twenty thousand Lewokusen fans exclaimed in unison!

Dragon Kingdom livestream.

The big screen switched to the sidelines in a flash.

Lewokusen bench.

Tuopu Laotou's hands... tightly gripped the explosive hair!

Dino opened his mouth wide.

On the other side.

Uncle Mading excitedly pulled off his hair tie, expression terrified.

"Both head coaches are very excited! We heard a whistle!"

Muto Kazuaki's move will definitely earn him a card!

Lewokusen has obtained an excellent set-piece opportunity!

Duan Xuan and He Wei were stunned for a few seconds, then quickly proceeded with commentary using only the broadcast's ambient sound, without any visuals.

The fans were also stunned.

-【What the hell!】

-【I'm a sports member! Why can't I watch the paid content?】

-【The little devils' wolfish ambitions won't die!】

-【Please give me the psychological shadow area of Li Kang's rumored girlfriend!】

-【Add a chicken leg for the director!】

Several seconds later.

The camera cut back to the green field.

Duan Xuan and He Wei couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Dragon Kingdom fans also let out a sigh of relief.

There was no smooth footage at all.

Li Kang stood up and brushed off the grass clippings.

Wo Le Er was afraid he would get cold.

After endless reminders before the match, they made Li Kang wear sliding shorts.

So.

Bei Lai Yin's Bundesliga fans had no chance to see little Li!

Muto Kazuaki, who had received a yellow card, looked guilty, hurried over, and kept apologizing.

"Li Kang, I was too rude! Please forgive me!"

Li Kang did not respond.

His expression calm, he tugged at his waistband and put his shorts back on properly.

The referee pulled a foam spray from his pocket and drew a circle at the foul spot.

Karius bent over, repeatedly raising his hand to check the angle while loudly directing Mainz's wall.

At this time he was still very confident.

Although his girlfriend is more famous than he is.

Mainz's coaching staff had long analyzed Lewokusen's set-piece characteristics.

Including the time when Li Kang scored a bizarre arc at Old Trafford Stadium.

"Lewokusen has obtained an excellent free-kick opportunity!"

"After the players had a brief discussion, they left Li Kang standing at the free-kick spot!"

"This is also Lewokusen's old tradition; they rarely assign Sheep Assault players when taking set-pieces."

By the sideline.

Dino wondered: "Boss, Li rarely practices free-kick scoring in regular training, does he?"

Tuopu Laotou waved his hand, offering no reply.

On the other side.

Martin retied his braid, his expression relaxed.

Mainz's coaching staff, after meticulous analysis, concluded that the proportion of luck in Li Kang's stunning arc at Old Trafford was greater.

A 17-year-old Chinese-descent prospect.

How could he possibly have such profound free-kick ability?

Young talents skilled at set-pieces like Pjanic and Balotelli are extremely rare even in the top five leagues!

Moreover,

Mainz's set-piece defense is among the best in the Bundesliga.

They had thoroughly studied Lewokusen's set-piece tactics.

If Li Kang chooses to pass the ball,

then the threat would be even smaller!

On the pitch.

Muto Kazuaki reminded his teammates to cover their hearts and protect their groins.

During his holiday back in Japan, he had watched countless times Li San's tiger-style shot on online platforms!

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle.

Li Kang stepped back slightly, beginning his run-up.

In God's perspective,

The passage of time seemed to slow down severalfold.

The shadow area in his brain wildly spread.

Before him.

Suddenly, a black silhouette wearing the number 11 jersey appeared.

Yugoslav football, the final elegy.

The silhouette's movements and posture were completely different from that time at Old Trafford.

It emitted no negative consciousness-devouring emotion.

Li Kang's steps, movements, and illusory shadow gradually synchronized.

Arrived at the ball.

He completely overlapped with the black illusory shadow.

In God's perspective.

Suddenly revealed a shooting line shrouded in rolling black smoke!

Bai Er Stadium, dead silent.

All spectators held their breath.

No longer the terrifying and eerie arc of old!

The football spun violently in midair.

Lightly grazed the tip of Wuteng Jiaji's hair!

The trajectory resembled a soft sword!

At the instant it passed over the human wall.

Plummeted swiftly!

Straight into the bottom right corner of the goal!

Poor Karius had already nonchalantly stretched his body in midair!

The ball clung to the post.

Slammed into the goal!

1-0!!!

The trajectory of the Boge Wo missile is definitely not just one!