Chapter 90: Sky's Absolute Sound

Park Ju-ho did not intercept Bellarin, but instead positioned himself on the outside of his own penalty area, waiting for an opportunity to act.

Gu Ji-cheol tracked back to midfield.

Everything went exactly as planned.

Ha Daeseong marked Little Dennis tightly.

Ji Chengyong stared at Li Kang.

Li Qinglong followed Deulofeu.

Kim Shin-yuk tracked back into the penalty area!

Son Heung-min lurked along Spain's high defensive line, waiting for a counterattack!

The Korea team players executed strongly! They completed all defensive deployments in an extremely short time!

"The two centre-backs of Spain's second team aren't tall either, so they don't push forward! There aren't many finishing points; if we keep penetrating along the ground, we need a midfielder to drift out, receive the ball, and reorganize the attack!"

"The Korea team is well prepared! They compressed Spain's space in front of the penalty area."

Bellarin was a bit puzzled, casually dribbled the ball to near the byline, and looked up at Korea's penalty area.

Is this kind of defense by the Korea team hard to break through?

A cross from the byline!

Morata at the near post, Diego Costa at the far post?

Do we even need to choose?

Thud!

The ball spun violently and plummeted straight into the penalty area.

"The quality of the cross is high!"

"Too bad the Korea team has a numerical advantage in the penalty area's high point!"

"Look at this ball!"

Morata shoved Kim Shin-yuk aside, leapt first, and headed thin air!

This ball wasn't meant for him!

Bellarin's intention was to cross to the far point!

Diego Costa was about to jump, but discovered Hong Zhenghao and Kim Young-gwon had closed in front and behind him; no matter how strong he was, he couldn't generate power!

Jumping and sprinting are two different concepts!

The edge of the pitch.

Mininiano was a bit at a loss:

Why did Bellarin go straight for a byline cross? He should combine wing and central play, keep penetrating!

Bosque's eyes were full of admiration:

In 2015, Arsenal's style was no longer confined to the ground, becoming more three-dimensional; Bellarin had been successfully remolded by Wenger.

Not at all Spanish, very English!

The Spain head coach looked as if he didn't care about this attacking opportunity, still appearing half-asleep.

The other side.

Schlitic was full of confidence!

You only have two high points! A lofted cross is utterly meaningless!

A bunch of shorties!

Hmm... that Chinese-heritage player isn't short! But he can't head the ball!

Relying on God's perspective.

Li Kang grasped the information about the ball's trajectory.

At the top of the penalty area arc, he turned once, shook off Ji Chengyong, and began his run-up.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

In his vision, a phantom of an orange number 14 jersey suddenly appeared.

Like silk, black smoke wildly coiled around his feet.

Accompanied by various complex emotions.

Arrogant!

Stubborn!

Domineering!

Prejudice!

At the moment of jumping, the phantom vanished!

Diego Costa lowered his head, about to step on Hong Zhenghao's feet; a header shot was too late, so let's just fight for a loose ball!

Suddenly!

He saw an extra shadow on the grass!

He lifted his head again.

He was stunned.

Over twenty thousand Korean fans didn't have time to let out a gasp!

Spain's number 8 jersey danced in the fierce wind!

That was an unimaginable height!

It seemed as if all the spotlights at Incheon Stadium shone only on the Chinese‑heritage midfielder!

Miniano let go, and the mineral water bottle fell to the ground.

Bosque jolted awake, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Schlietick breathed rapidly, his face flushed.

Goalkeeper Zheng Chenglong stood dumbstruck: he had never even seen such a scene before!

It wasn't a header!

Distance.... distance not enough!

Damn!

He wants to use his foot?

In mid‑air inside the Korean team's penalty area.

Li Kang stretched his body and extended his left foot!

Like a phoenix soaring across the heavens!

Thud!

The sound of the sole contacting the ball.

It left every Korean fan's mind blank!

Is he cheating?

Such height, such flexibility—you couldn't pull this off even in a football video game!

A fighting game?

The football blasted toward the Korean team's goal!

Like a missed arrow that has left the bow.

It traced a descending arc!

Zheng Chenglong had no way to respond.

He could only watch helplessly as the Korean team's net was gently lifted!

0:1!

!

Incheon Stadium, a deathly silence.

His teammates stared for a few seconds, then Diego Costa reacted first, lunging at the fallen Li Kang like Mount Tai pressing down!

Little Dennis followed close behind!

The Spanish players piled up in a high human tower in front of the Korean goal!

Even goalkeeper De Gea made a long run, launching himself to the top of the pile!

A few seconds later, the heap began to loosen.

Morata finally came to his senses: 'Wait for me! I haven't gotten up yet!'

Why is a goal in a friendly match more exciting than a Euro qualifier?

Because this is revenge!

Nothing is more satisfying than breaking through the enemy's gate!

"This ball went in!"

"Super super huge huge fantastic shot!"

"The soaring West.... Chinese‑heritage!"

"Terrifying leap! Heaven‑defying hang time! Rare flexibility! Sky‑Shattering Echo! Cruyff possessing again..."

"17‑year‑old Li Kang! He unlocked a new posture!"

"Less than five minutes into the match! He scored with an unimaginable shot! Helping Spain take the lead!"

"Such a player is a guarantee of broadcast‑revenue share! In every match, Li Kang always brings fans surprises! How should we use him! He will definitely become the number‑one headache for club and national team coaching staff!"

ESPN live broadcast room.

The barrage exploded!

-【Damn! Li Kang is awesome! Takeoff height not mentioned! He can still finish a shot! Come on! Give me a brutal beating of those Koreans!】

-【Heavenly Silkworm Sect!】

-【Foshan Heroic Martial Sect!】

-【Li Kang looks so cool, I wish he'd kick me like that!】

-【The Koreans' defensive system is very targeted! I never imagined... Li Kang still has this trick! In the upcoming matches, I favor Spain winning by one goal! There's no low‑budget explosive player like Messi or Hazard! The Korean team's dense three‑dimensional defense is hard to break again!】

-【Just one zero away from 10:0.】

By the pitch.

Miniano picked up the mineral water bottle, struggling to calm down: "Boss, I....."

Bosque nodded approvingly: "Not bad, your tactical setup is good! Let us Spain break free from La Masia's framework! Morata and Diego Costa draw the opponent's defensive forces, then Li delivers the decisive blow—a simple offensive framework that lets players unleash creativity, thereby deriving countless ways to score!"

"However, the core still has to be Li! We've mastered one of his uses!"

Smack!

The assistant coach's mineral water bottle in Spain's hands fell again onto the grass.

On the other side.

Schlietick rubbed his white hair frantically: "When have you ever seen Li Kang leap in the penalty area? Do you have match footage? No!"

Using a vivid metaphor: the Korean coaching staff, while analyzing Lewokusen and Spain's match footage, assumed Li Kang had his space bar disabled...

The four stands of Incheon Stadium were filled with a sorrowful atmosphere.

Over twenty thousand Korean fans could not accept the reality before them.

It can be breached, but it must not be breached by a yellow-skinned person in such an astonishing and outrageous manner.

They began to make a noisy chatter, venting their dissatisfaction.

Yuzhen seemed to have lost her soul, blankly staring at the back of Spain's number 8.