Li Kang got up.

The Number 5 phantom in his vision didn't emanate any negative emotions.

Not a trace of hatred toward the aggressor.

It was an extraordinary confidence and composure.

[It's not the strong who win, but the winners who are strong.]

"Yellow card!"

"The referee believes Arsenal had a complete attack, and Sanchez completed the shooting motion! Pepe's foul on Li Kang won't result in a free kick, but a supplementary card!"

"Still a corner kick!"

Pepe tried hard to suppress a smile and shrugged innocently.

Walcott and Bellerin surrounded the referee, gesturing excitedly about the atrocity that had just occurred.

Xhaka aggressively wanted to cause trouble for the instigator, but Real Madrid players held him back.

On the sidelines.

Bould led the coaching staff in frantically complaining to the fourth official.

Wenger anxiously asked the team doctor, who was walking off the field again: Li Kang's injury was more important than the outcome of the game.

Morata, Welbeck, Mustafi, and others rushed off the bench, protesting angrily.

In the stands, it wasn't just Arsenal fans who were angry; some of the Madrid fans who had traveled a long distance also had mixed feelings: a Bullfighting hero being bullied by a player from their own club?

Far away in North Rhine, in the Leverkusen cafeteria.

Dino hugged old man Topp, who wanted to smash the television.

Havertz and Brandt angrily tapped on their phone screens: the two could only denounce Pepe's foul on social media.

In the VIP box.

Beckenbauer watched the Arsenal Number 10, who had stood up again on the green field, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He smiled.

"The confidence of a strong person."

"My childhood dream was to join Munich 1860. When I played against them at the age of 13, their Goenis slapped me. I wasn't angry, but I knew I would never play for that club."

Li Kang walked to the corner flag area.

A ball boy quickly threw the soccer ball to him.

Nearby fans and reporters raised their cell phones or cameras.

"The first half's stoppage time shouldn't be short."

"Li Kang has received treatment for too long in this game."

"Oh? We see Real Madrid making their first substitution!"

"Bale! Replacing Isco!"

"Zidane's substitution rhythm is off. It's a major taboo to substitute during a set-piece defense!"

"Real Madrid's formation is going from 4-4-2 to 4-3-3!"

Isco applauded and silently left the field from the end line.

Bale quickly jogged onto the field and gestured a few tactical hand signals to his teammates. He was a high-achieving graduate of Southampton's youth academy and often had different opinions from the coaching staff regarding tactical adjustments; he even argued with Zidane at one point.

The Millennium Stadium instantly erupted in thunderous cheers.

Many people hoped the Welsh superstar could lift the trophy in his hometown!

Inside Real Madrid's penalty area, several tall players were secretly competing.

Cristiano Ronaldo's defensive attitude was very positive, and he took the initiative to give Bale the counterattack coordination point, retreating to the penalty area himself.

It was as if he and Maguire had switched roles.

Beep!

Li Kang looked at the goal.

Two-step approach.

[There is a pass called the Beckenbauer pass.]

[Everyone is equal before Yashin, except Beckenbauer.]

Without any signature skills, the Indomitable Soul brought a direct attribute boost and extraordinary confidence!

A nonchalant lift of his foot.

The swing of his left leg was minimal.

Clang!

The soccer ball left the ground and rose rapidly.

"It should be passed to the near post..."

"Wow!"

The trajectory, which was originally unremarkable,

suddenly shifted strangely the moment it entered the penalty area.

The hearts of tens of thousands of fans in the stadium were fiercely tugged!

Both teams' tall players jumped at the same time.

Navas looked dumbfounded; the path of the ball he had predicted at the last moment... he was powerless.

The soccer ball grazed the intersection of the near post and the crossbar and plunged into Real Madrid's goal.

2-0!!!

The entire stadium boiled.

"Beautiful!"

"Goal!"

"A dazzling gem!"

"Directly scoring from a zero-degree corner kick! And hitting the near post!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Is the night wind of the Millennium Stadium not favoring the Galactic Battleship?"

"Li Kang's leg swing makes it impossible to predict that this corner kick will directly attack the goal!"

"Two goals in the Champions League final!"

"His value has already exceeded two hundred million!"

The phantom of the Indomitable Soul had not yet dissipated.

Li Kang slowly turned around and opened his arms toward the junction of the stands in front of him.

Instantly.

The audience on both sides of the stands erupted in thunderous applause, going crazy for him.

The two reporters closest to him decisively jumped over the advertising boards and lay on the grass, raising their cameras.

Flashes of magnesium lights went wild.

Arsenal's Number 10, standing at the junction of the red and white stands, was like a king!

Livestream.

The barrage of comments was like a waterfall.

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[Holy crap! So handsome!]

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[Excellent skill, extraordinary confidence!]

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[Let me explain the problem that Real Madrid had in this corner kick defense... there was no problem! Li Mingdeng is just too awesome!]

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[Gunners' metaphysics: teammates get injured, Li Mingdeng explodes; Li Mingdeng gets injured, explodes even more.]

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[What's going on? Real Madrid is down by two goals in the first half?]

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[Relax, Zidane has made adjustments; it's not difficult for Real Madrid to pull back two goals... Modric and Kroos's attacks throughout the first half have greatly depleted the stamina of Arsenal's defensive players.]

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[My 4:3 is getting closer and closer.]

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[Rely on Cristiano Ronaldo in adversity; Real Madrid won't lose so easily! Do you guys know about 9248?]

VIP box.

Beckenbauer applauded vigorously.

"His temperament on the green field..."

"Is admirable!"

"Regardless of the outcome, he has already conquered the audience at the Millennium Stadium!"

Arsenal teammates rushed excitedly to the corner flag area.

Li Kang put down his arms and returned to normal.

The Indomitable Soul in his vision gradually blurred and eventually disappeared without a trace.

[Injury has been repaired]

In front of Real Madrid's goal.

Navas shook his head in frustration; he was powerless against both of Li Kang's goals.

Carvajal couldn't help but want to complain to Pepe... complain about what? He couldn't possibly say that this goal was because Pepe's foul had enraged Li.

Ramos raised his hand to stop his teammates from arguing, walked into the net, picked up the soccer ball, and threw it to Cristiano Ronaldo.

Modric looked somewhat dazed: he found both of Li Kang's goals a bit unbelievable, completely detached from the tactical level of the game, similar to Zidane's pre-match arrangements.

The game restarted at the center circle.

Real Madrid continued to attack fiercely for the remaining time, without any excellent scoring opportunities.

After mastering the referee's penalty standards, the foul actions of both teams became more and more frequent.

Soon, the five minutes of stoppage time ended.

Beep! Beep beep~

The referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

"After 45 minutes of fierce fighting."

"Arsenal 2:0 Real Madrid!"

"Many Gunners fans have started celebrating early!"

"But don't forget that Zidane's team is used to exerting their strength in the second half; the physical training maniac, Pintus, has trained fierce generals who have an absolute advantage in terms of stamina!"

"Let's take a short break and go to a commercial break first..."

Wenger anxiously urged the team doctor, and a large group of Arsenal staff surrounded Li Kang.

In the tunnel.

Xhaka called on Mustafi from the bench, and the two angrily blocked Pepe.

Players and assistant coaches from both sides quickly gathered around.

The chaos was quickly quelled by the refereeing team and security personnel.

Arsenal's locker room.

Bould criticized Xhaka and Mustafi's behavior.

"We have to screw them hard on the green field! Not in the tunnel; Pepe is trying to deliberately provoke us!"

"Cherish the precious time to recover your stamina!"

"The defensive area that bastard is responsible for is our breakthrough point in the second half! He already has a yellow card!"

"This outdated defensive trick is designed to make the attacking players fear him! Or impulsively retaliate against him!"

"We still have 45 incredibly difficult minutes to get through!"

Although they were leading by two goals at halftime, the Arsenal players did not celebrate.

Wenger breathed a sigh of relief after receiving feedback from the team doctor.

He patted Li Kang on the shoulder and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Don't get hurt, be careful to avoid them, protect your career... even if you lose possession in the attack."

"You are still very young."

Li Kang nodded.

Wenger turned to the tactical board and explained the tactical deployment for the second half to the players.

Real Madrid's locker room.

Cristiano Ronaldo loudly encouraged his teammates.

Zidane's on-the-spot adjustments were still very simple:

"Don't be discouraged; Carvajal and Marcelo, continue to push forward; Casemiro, take more long-range shots..."

The camera quietly recorded all of this; if Real Madrid could reverse the situation and win the championship, this moment would be excellent material for "The Heart of the Twelfth Crown."

Then he pulled Pepe aside.

The home and away locker rooms at the Millennium Stadium were very spacious.

The Real Madrid players had no idea what the two were talking about... In the end, Pepe's face turned ashen, and he silently returned to his seat.

The fifteen-minute break quickly ended.

Players from both sides walked past the glittering Big Ears Cup and returned to the green field.

The Millennium Stadium returned to its hustle and bustle.

"Good evening, viewers; welcome back."

"We are now broadcasting the second half of the 2016/17 Champions League final!"

"The current score is Arsenal 2:0 Real Madrid."

"Wenger has made his first substitution!"

"Morata replaces Walcott!"

"A bit hard to understand; is Arsenal's formation going to become 4-4-2, with Sanchez retreating from the front line to midfield, reducing the defensive pressure on the flanks?"

"Morata never shows mercy when facing his old club; he scored in both legs of the Champions League semi-final in the 14/15 season, killing his old master, Real Madrid."

"Real Madrid has not used their second substitution spot yet!"

The second half of the match officially began.

Arsenal's possession.

Morata passed the ball back to Li Kang on the kickoff.

Li Kang touched the ball once and passed it to Cazorla.

Then he started running forward.

The soccer ball was quickly passed among the red and white jerseys.

Facing Real Madrid's pressing in the frontcourt.

Giroud passed the ball back to Sanchez.

The latter also touched the ball once, subconsciously pushing it diagonally forward.

Li Kang happened to appear on the passing line.

Modric quickly intercepted.

Bang!

Li Kang still touched the ball once and passed it to Morata, who was retreating to support.

Monreal, who was cutting in from the flank, bypassed Bale.

Arsenal began to accelerate their advancing speed!

"Too fierce."

"Counting Morata, who retreated, and Monreal, who moved forward... Arsenal has twice as many midfielders as Real Madrid."

"Sharp passing and cutting!"

"Close the distance!"

"Breakthrough!"

As if he had a God's-eye view, Li Kang could always appear in the most suitable place.

Perfect passing lines.

Exquisite passing strength.

Reasonable positioning.

Open field of vision.

He turned Arsenal into an incredibly precise cutting instrument.

"This Gunners team is too well-coordinated."

"Versatile Morata."

"Super wingman Cazorla."

"Breakthrough burst point Sanchez."

Modric was very calm; he constantly sprinted horizontally, making up for flaws in the defense.

Isco's departure made it difficult for the midfield trio to maintain their deep rotation under such high pressure.

Casemiro and Kroos could only drag behind the defensive line.

The Real Madrid defense was trying to maintain a shrinking formation.

Zidane gesticulated wildly on the sidelines: they couldn't let Arsenal flatten their defense.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle in the thirty-meter area of Real Madrid's half.

52nd minute of the match.

Li Kang received a pass from Cazorla in the left half-space.

The phantom of the Number 9 of the mattress appeared in his vision.

Atletico Madrid - Torres.

Peak start.

The hatred of the city derby spread rapidly.

His feet stomped hard on the grass.

It was as if a gust of wind swept through the Millennium Stadium.

"Wow!"

"His starting speed is too fast!"

"He is like a sword, piercing Real Madrid's left flank!"

"Carvajal doesn't have time to adjust his position!"

"It's up to Pepe!"

Pepe had already been seeing red since the start of the second half: he had been blown past by Sanchez twice; if it hadn't been for Modric and Casemiro's supplementary defense, he would have already become the culprit for conceding a goal.

He adjusted his defensive stance with small steps.

Facing the Arsenal Number 10 who was rushing over, the Real Madrid center-back stomped hard on the grass.

To be able to stay on the Galactic Battleship, Pepe relied not only on force but also on top-notch defensive prediction.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

The audience suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Outside the edge of the penalty area.

A shocking scene was born.

The Real Madrid center-back slammed into the Arsenal Number 10.

He couldn't knock him down!

He couldn't stop him!

At the moment Li Kang completed his escape.

Pepe's arms wrapped around his right arm!

And twisted hard!

Crack!

The close-range sound equipment transmitted a horrifying sound!

During the process of the two falling to the ground,

Pepe still didn't let go, trying to press Li Kang's already dislocated right arm tightly with his chest.

Wenger's expression on the sidelines was dazed, as if he couldn't believe the facts before his eyes.

Another crisp sound.

But it was the Real Madrid center-back who screamed.

Everyone was stunned.

When they came back to their senses.

Li Kang's knee had already heavily pressed on Pepe's left rib!

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle, not pulling out a card at the first moment, but frantically waving his hand to call the team doctor!

The Millennium Stadium ushered in a brief silence.

The red and white Number 10 jersey was soaked with cold sweat.

The numbness followed the intense pain.

An increasingly blurred consciousness was awakened by a cold, mechanical synthesized sound.

[Injury Immunity Constitution has been triggered]

[Right arm injury is serious, estimated repair time is long]

[.]

Li Kang used all his strength to open his eyes.

The Torres phantom gradually blurred as it looked down and spat on Pepe.

All attributes in the system panel turned into question marks.

The phantom of the German team Number 5 reappeared.

No longer with a faint white glow, but emitting a dazzling golden light.

The true Indomitable Soul!