A One-Man World Cup?

A one-man World Cup!

The whole world was replaying Li Kang’s solo charge and super cannon.

Two goals in the final.

Eleven goals in a single World Cup.

Single-handedly dragging the battered Matadors, forcing a draw against the star-studded Gallic Roosters!

Luzhniki Stadium, thunderous applause.

“Ah! It’s raining!”

“The close-up lens is getting wet.”

“Li Kang’s super blast, like a thunderbolt, let God…”

Livestream room.

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[As expected, it's the Ruby God of War card, sacrificing to summon the super-god Li Kang!]

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[The French defense didn't expect the midfield barrier to be blown up so quickly... The deep positioning led to a disjointed formation, giving Li Mingdeng a chance for a long-range blast.]

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[Soviet rain.]

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[Statue in the rain.]

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["July Rain," a Moscow love story.]

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[It's raining heavily, no ball to play!]

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[Rain is a debuff for the Matador Legion! A negative effect! Ground passes will be greatly affected, and the accumulation of water on the turf will make the ball difficult to roll.]

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[It's about the same for France!]

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[The side with ten players will have the advantage.]

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[Li Kang picks up the ball, hat trick.]

Li Kang didn't enjoy the applause and cheers from the crowd. He ran to the back of the net again, picked up the soccer ball and ran back to the center circle.

A system prompt quietly sounded.

[Environment Adaptation Module S has been triggered.]

[Even the worst weather cannot affect your state or erode your fighting spirit.]

The teammates who were about to celebrate quickly followed Li Kang back.

Tying the score isn't enough.

Dragging it to overtime will only make things more passive.

Seize the time and keep charging.

The French youngsters woke up as if from a dream, with no time to feel sentimental about their opponent's wonderful performance: they had a stronger overall strength, and eleven against ten was the biggest advantage, so they had to seize the time and keep charging!

Sideline.

Bosque refused Minano's umbrella.

His suit was soaked by the Moscow wind and rain.

"It's raining!"

"We have more opportunities!"

The most high-end ingredients often only need the simplest cooking methods.

"Pass the ball to Li!"

On the other side.

Deschamps came back to his senses from his disappointment.

"It's raining."

"We have more opportunities!"

"Keep attacking!"

The game continues.

The rain under the spotlight is like a string of beads, crystal clear.

The soccer ball named telstar18 flies back and forth.

Aerial duels dominate the scene.

The strong youngsters fully utilized their racial advantages, were not eroded by the wind and rain, and awakened the blood of their ancestors from ancient times.

However, the accuracy of passes was greatly reduced due to the rain.

72nd minute of the match.

"France has a lot of high points."

"Let's see their attack on the right this time!"

Pogba rotated to the right side to receive the ball.

No long pass.

He tried to cut inside himself.

Koke arrived in time.

Pogba feinted several times in a row, trying to shake out space inside.

Almost slipped.

The exceptionally talented 100 million Mr. couldn't perform his agile breakout moves in the rain.

Couldn't show off.

Giroud, who finally ran into position in zone 14, looked helpless.

Koke easily stretched his foot to intercept the ball and passed it to the nearest Thiago.

Standing water hindered the speed of the soccer ball's passing.

Kant tried to intercept, but his foot slipped... missing a good opportunity.

Thiago didn't think about anything!

He kicked it forward!

In this kind of situation, you can't think about hitting the second or third open spot!

Just find someone.

"In a harsh environment, a complex offensive chain can't be created."

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

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

"Beautiful, Li Kang's ball control is perfect."

The moment Li Kang controlled the ball with his back to the goal, Matuidi and Umtiti surrounded him.

The two youngsters were confident that they could defeat the youngest midfield master in history in the rainy night.

A scene that violated the laws of physics occurred.

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

He gently pulled the ball with his heel.

Turn around.

Accelerated to get away.

As if walking on flat ground.

Matuidi and Umtiti turned their heads and found that the soccer ball was already flying in the air.

"Incredible!"

"Another god-level turn!"

"He's dancing in the Moscow rain!"

Everything happened so fast.

In the blink of an eye.

Li Kang dribbled the ball again, changing direction and getting past Lucas.

The soccer ball left his left foot.

Outlining a beautiful rainbow-like trajectory in the rainy night, crossing the French defense.

A handsome figure appeared in everyone's sight.

"Morata!"

"Volley shot!"

"Wow!"

What? Were the ten-man Matadors about to reverse the score?

More than 80,000 spectators on the scene stared intently at the trajectory of the soccer ball, for fear of missing the great moment that was about to happen.

Pa!

Lloris finally exploded.

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

The whistling soccer ball was blocked by the green gloves!

The audience was in an uproar.

"What a pity for this ball!"

"When Morata was making his shooting motion, he was still affected by the harsh environment, especially his supporting foot..."

"In the past two seasons, Lloris's success rate in saving long-range shots has been very good!"

"The data has been beaten down by Li Kang."

Although he didn't score, the audience still gave Li Kang and Morata the warmest applause.

In the windy and rainy environment, this offensive chain was played so perfectly!

Morata, who had slipped to the ground, didn't bother to turn his head to "like" it. He quickly got up and continued fighting!

Li Kang bent down and adjusted his shin guards.

The shadow of his brain spread wildly.

The various attributes in the system panel soared to the limit.

The 'Destroyer Midfielder' template cracked, and the suffix letters and numbers gradually became 'Lv3'.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The direction of the game was a bit unbelievable.

The audience was shocked to discover that the ten-man Matadors were actually suppressing the Gallic Roosters!

"Inconceivable!"

"Li Kang's running, getting away, and passing seem to be unaffected by the rain..."

"He leisurely organizes the team's advance."

"Terrifying dominance!"

"Holding a sharp blade and a red cloth, suppressing the shining stars."

Teacher Berrenta looked dumbfounded.

Kiesling looked stunned.

Völler had an expression that said, "Of course."

Old man Topp excitedly hammered the little Japanese translator.

Bosque's fat face was streaming with tears and rain.

Deschamps looked ashen.

The World Cup Organizing Committee believed that this final would be like the past two, going into overtime.

The audience around the world also thought so.

After all, the tall and strong youngsters were shrinking in the penalty area, and perhaps no goals would be scored in the remaining regular time.

The commentators were spitting out words like a cannon, constantly using names of black defensive stars in soccer history like Makelele and Thuram!

Stamina.

The stamina consumption of the Matador players in the wind and rain was far greater than in past games.

As the game drew to a close.

They couldn't coordinate with Li Kang to create a complete advance chain.

The Gallic Roosters repeatedly got counter-attack opportunities!

Li Kang's running heatmap spanned two and a half halves!

Orchestrating the attack.

Converting to interception.

Falling back to defend.

Relying on adapting to the environment, relying on crazy running, to make up for the huge disadvantage of playing with one less player.

[Bullet Time Triggered.]

[Bullet Time Triggered Again.]

[Bullet Time Overload Triggered.]

[Exceeded Brain Capacity Limit]

The viewers' eyes passed through the increasingly dense rain curtain, staring blankly at the tireless black-haired figure.

Was that the incarnation of the god of soccer on earth?

Some fans like to watch star players commentate on games.

In the livestream room of "Hand-in-Hand Teaching You How to Become a Ceremonial Midfielder."

Kroos felt like he was watching a cartoon.

"The overall strength of the French team is much stronger, but they are facing Li..."

"The omnipotent Li."

In the livestream room of "Top European Center Back Teaches You How to Defend."

Maguire was wearing Li Kang's jersey, his expression solemn.

"The French team has been praised."

"As for Li, who dragged the ten-man team to the end, any language to describe him would seem pale and weak."

"He will definitely win this hell-difficulty game!"

Distant Amsterdam.

Cruyff hysterically slapped the armrest of his wheelchair.

"As long as Li finds an opportunity in the frontcourt, he will definitely be able to change the score!"

"He has already surpassed... surpassed Beckenbauer!"

Several medical staff nodded in agreement.

It was a sincere agreement.

Today, they didn't try to persuade Cruyff to stay calm, but instead immersed themselves in this decisive battle.

The charm of soccer.

The black-haired figure on the screen interpreted the charm of soccer.

Distant Munich.

Beckenbauer and a group of German legends stared intently at the Led screen.

"What if Li catches a cold?"

"Other players might also catch a cold..."

"Contact the miracle doctor-Wolfarth in advance, oh! He must be watching the game too."

Luzhniki Stadium.

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

They sincerely hoped that Li Kang could win the championship.

They couldn't help but raise their hands.

The action was like the ending of "Dragon Ball" Majin Buu, where the entire earth helped Goku gather the Spirit Bomb.

The expression was like a devout believer, willing to dedicate everything to the true god they believed in.

Li Kang slowed down.

A series of system prompts sounded in his ears.

[Power of Faith is Gathering...]

[Energy is Manifesting]

From God's perspective.

Countless stars rose from the four stands, gathering in the air to form brilliant galaxies.

93rd minute of the match.

Li Kang received a pass from Fàbregas on the left side.

He stopped it with his chest.

Stopping it diagonally forward.

Easily leaving Mbappé behind.

He stomped hard on the turf.

Accelerating into the penalty area.

Varane and Umtiti quickly double-teamed.

A scene that violated the laws of physics was born again.

Li Kang changed direction to the right, pushed the ball with the outside of his left foot, and got past Umtiti.

Within a fraction of a second.

Without being able to adjust his center of gravity.

He pulled the ball with the inside of his left foot, getting past Varane.

Destroying the defense!

Facing the empty net!

Lloris's legs went weak, and another point-blank cannon shot was coming!

3:2!!!

Luzhniki Stadium was as quiet as if someone had died.

After a brief silence, there was an avalanche of applause and cheers.

Game-winning goal!

A regular program of the World Cup final!

Hat trick!

A hat trick in the World Cup final!

Finally.

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

Spain 3:2 France.

(End of this chapter)