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Bolt's stride frequency is 4.2 Hz.

Messi and Robben's stride frequency fluctuates between 4.3 Hz and 4.6 Hz.

In simpler terms, they can take 4.3 to 4.6 steps per second.

What's frightening is...

They can maintain this stride frequency even during high-speed dribbling.

What's even more terrifying is...

Other players' footwork sequence when dribbling is: right foot → left foot → right foot → left foot...

Messi and Robben?

Their footwork sequence has no pattern.

Consecutive left foot landings.

Consecutive right foot landings.

In football history, the most famous manuscript, "The Essence of Dribbling," had part of its truth completely overturned with the emergence of these two players.

Boateng knows this all too well.

Stride frequency is just a fraction of Messi and Robben's abilities...

......

Camp Nou.

At Leverkusen's moment of despair.

Li Kang stood in front of Messi.

It was as if all the spotlights in the Camp Nou stadium were focused solely on these two individuals.

A ridiculous thought suddenly arose from the depths of the audience's hearts: Can he defend against Messi?

"Messi single-handedly tore apart Leverkusen's entire defense!"

"Li Kang...."

Messi accelerated.

...

Cruyff's eyes were feverish, as if he were anticipating something.

Robert and the Barcelona executives looked disdainful: Perhaps someone in this world can defend against Messi, but it will definitely not be a 17-year-old youngster.

Enrique clenched his fists, preparing to celebrate a goal.

.....

The instant Messi accelerated and changed direction.

The shadow in Li Kang's brain spread wildly.

Three legendary phantoms gradually emerged in his vision!

God of War.

Freeze.

Ball Sense.

He watched the Barcelona number 10 streak past him.

Time seemed to slow down infinitely.

Messi's every touch of the ball became extremely slow.

The Vogts phantom gradually blurred.

Li Kang shifted his body.

His center of gravity lowered.

The Baggio phantom began to dissipate.

He extended his left foot.

Sliding tackle.

The God of War phantom shattered at that moment!

...

The football slowly slid out of bounds.

Li Kang and Messi fell on the grass at the same time.

The nearest goalkeeper, Leno, opened his mouth in surprise.

The more than ninety thousand spectators at Camp Nou were silent for two seconds before they couldn't help but raise their hands.

Clap!

Clap clap!

Clap clap clap!

Thunderous applause echoed for a long time.

"The linesman indicates no foul!"

"A savage and elegant sliding tackle!!!"

"A clash of titans!"

"The ultimate utilization of time and space!"

"Although there was no goal, it is definitely the most exciting moment of this Champions League group stage!"

"The last person who was able to bring down Messi at Camp Nou was Nesta!!!"

.....

VIP box.

Cruyff excitedly slapped the armrest: "Damn it! This is La Masia's number 4! And that damned ball sense! Ball sense isn't limited to offense!"

"He orchestrated the entire process of Leverkusen intercepting Messi!"

"The purpose of the cage trap is to delay! To give himself enough time to choose his position!"

"Genius! He has our La Masia blood flowing through his veins! Give him a few more years to grow! He and Messi will pioneer..."

"Let him return to Camp Nou in the winter transfer window!!! I can't wait!"

The Barcelona executives looked dazed.

Robert trembled slightly.

.....

Sideline.

The Barcelona bench was silent.

Enrique was stunned, replaying several fragments in his memory:

'Let Li Kang come back, I will give him some garbage time to play in the Copa del Rey.'

'Li Kang is very suitable as a substitute for Rakitić...'

'It doesn't matter, he will grow at Leverkusen, and after securing a starting position, he will return to Barcelona in his prime.'

'Leverkusen's strength... cannot reach any championship.'

'A hungry dog will return home.'

The Barcelona coach's mood became increasingly complex.

On the other side.

Havertz and Brandt rushed to the touchline like crazy, desperately calling Li Kang's name.

Dino tugged at his cheek blankly: "Boss, am I dreaming? Li Kang, he intercepted Messi?"

Old man Toppmöller murmured: "He didn't just intercept Messi... he also intercepted Leverkusen's despair."

..........

Dragon Country Live Broadcast Room.

The big screen replayed the entire process of Li Kang's confrontation with Messi.

The slow-motion replay was slowed down to the limit.

Netizens were dumbfounded.

-[It has to be you, Li Mingdeng!]

-[I thought a goal was coming! Damn! Li Kang defended Messi one-on-one? Is this a science fiction movie!]

-[Strictly speaking, he didn't successfully defend him one-on-one, but being able to disrupt Messi's dreamlike steps is already abnormal.]

-[I don't even know how to praise him... he's only 17 years old! A top-tier defensive midfielder!]

-[He proved that yellow people can also play football well. Give me ten Li Kangs, and I can lead the national team into the World Cup semi-finals!]

-[Not enough to watch, can we have a few more times!]

-[Leverkusen is stable, how can you Barcelona massacre them?]

........

Messi got up and pulled Li Kang up.

He was slightly surprised inside.

He wanted to say something, hesitated, shook his head, and turned to walk towards the corner flag area.

The nearby fans raised their phones one after another!

Leno excitedly gave his number 10 youngster a big hug.

"Li! You're great! I have a sister..."

Li Kang shook his left foot.

In the system panel.

The Baggio Ball Sense module, the Vogts Freeze module, and the Batistuta God of War module all showed cracks.

The shadow in his brain did not shrink.

Instead, it continued to spread wildly...

All negative and positive emotions instantly dissipated.

...............

"After Enrique took over at Camp Nou, he brought about earth-shattering changes to Barcelona's set pieces!"

"He makes full use of the team's high points!"

"Let's take a look at this corner kick from Messi!"

"Piqué and Suárez are eager to try! Huh? Why is it a tactical corner kick again?"

Clap!

The football left Messi's left foot.

Iniesta cut out from the penalty area.

A one-touch pass!

Busquets, at the arc of the penalty area, gently pushed the incoming ball!

"Setting up the cannon!"

Alves rushed forward!

He kicked out a long shot!

The football roared towards Leverkusen's goal!

Leno leaped up!

He didn't touch the ball!

Because Li Kang was standing in front of him again!

Thump!

Li Kang's left foot was raised to an extremely exaggerated height.

An overhead block.

The football floated out of bounds.

Bee! Bee bee~

The referee blew the whistle to end the first half!

"Li Kang!"

"He used his left foot to block this extremely threatening long shot from Alves!"

"There is no textbook action for that!"

"A first half with a high gold content! Full of ups and downs!"

"Li Kang led Leverkusen to play the momentum they should have!"

.....

Alves angrily punched the grass.

Busquets and Iniesta looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

Li Kang was surrounded by his teammates.

The shadow in his brain continued to spread.

He still couldn't feel any joy or lingering fear.

He glanced at the system panel.

The rising arrows for several attributes of the "Destroyer Midfielder" template had changed from green to bright red.

Oh. So, he was cheating.