Madrid.

The national team staff gathered in front of the television, anxiously.

"The Confederations Cup is in fourteen days!"

"Quick, look at the slow-motion replay. Li's arm is twisted like a dangling noodle."

"What noodle? Don't panic! I hope it's just a common dislocation!"

"An arm injury will affect balance, speed, and physical confrontation…"

"Forget the Confederations Cup, maybe even the World Cup in a year…"

"Immediately contact the best hospital and communicate with Arsenal to get Li back to Madrid for treatment!"

Everyone was spouting nonsense in their panic.

Minyano slammed the table. "Pepe, that son of a bitch, he ruined our national treasure! He is our eternal enemy!"

VIP box.

Beckenbauer was trembling with anger, his fury unrestrained.

"Quick, contact Wohlfahrt!"

Dr. Wohlfahrt, known as the number one sports doctor, Bayern's sacred beast, a famous sports medicine expert.

Bolt, Kobe, Gay, Maradona, Graf, Becker, Ronaldo, Almsick, and other sports superstars had specially traveled to Munich to seek his medical advice.

Kahn's eyes darted around, and he said with difficulty, "The doctor was driven away by Guardiola two years ago... He's in the United States now."

Millennium Stadium.

Boos, curses, and exclamations rang out.

Parents covered the eyes of young fans.

Blood stained the grass.

"Pepe is spitting blood."

"It's very likely that his ribs have punctured his lung or bronchus!"

"Everything is his own fault!"

"The pressure on Real Madrid's team doctor is immense."

"Red card!"

"The referee showed a red card to the Real Madrid center-back as he was being carried off on a stretcher!"

"Two goals behind! One player sent off! Is the Galactic Battleship's title defense plan going to be wrecked at the Millennium Stadium?"

"Li Kang was the one fouled. We don't know his injury situation yet, but from the slow-motion replay, his right arm…"

A cold atmosphere enveloped the Millennium Stadium.

The entire Arsenal team surrounded the stretcher as it left the field.

Morata held Li Kang's left hand the whole way, constantly reassuring him that everything would be alright.

Welbeck ran out of the substitute席, standing on the sidelines with red eyes.

Cazorla's expression was blank: having suffered so much himself, he knew the impact of injuries on young players.

All his teammates and staff members were silent.

Wenger at this moment had nothing to do with the words "refined and gentle," constantly urging the team doctor and the UEFA medical team.

Serious injuries seemed to be something Arsenal could never avoid.

The tragedies that Diaby, Eduardo, Ramsey, and others had experienced were now happening to Li Kang.

Livestream room.

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[Pepe was carried onto the ambulance, most likely his ribs fractured and punctured his lung or trachea, retribution ah.]

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[Li Mingdeng must be okay! I still want to see you lift the Big Ears Cup.]

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[It's over. Don't even mention a broken hand; even a common cold will cause a professional player's competitive state to decline significantly.]

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[He won't be able to play in the Confederations Cup. If he recovers slowly and has any sequelae, he can forget about the World Cup next year.]

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[He uses his feet to play football, not his hands! What impact could it have.]

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[The impact on the whole body's functions is too great. Do you think this is Return of the Condor Heroes?]

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[Real Madrid gets a ruby war god card, there is hope for a comeback! Li Mingdeng can't play the game either!]

Pepe was very unwilling.

Didn't everything he had done defend Real Madrid's defense?

Why wasn't anyone coming up to care about him?

Zidane even went to Arsenal's coaching area to care about Li?

He must be sick!

Anger clouded his mind.

The blood he coughed up stained his purple jersey again.

In the end, Pepe was carried onto a small ambulance and left the stage of the Champions League final.

According to the football rules: Apart from standard shin guards, players must not wear any objects that may injure themselves or others on the field.

Li Kang used his left hand to push away the team doctor's fixing board.

Everyone looked at each other.

Bould was stunned for a moment and exclaimed, "Boss, Li means he still wants to continue the game!"

"No, it's too risky!"

"Wait a minute, don't make a substitution yet, let's hear the team doctor's opinion!"

On the green field.

The referee resumed the game.

According to the rules: If an injured player leaves the field for treatment and it is not a serious brain injury or a fatal injury, the game time cannot be interrupted for a long time.

So the situation on the field at this moment was: ten-man Real Madrid against ten-man Arsenal.

"Arsenal has a free kick opportunity!"

"Not many people are involved in the attack. With a two-goal lead, the priority is still to be stable!"

"Oh no!"

"Sanchez didn't pull out the arc! It was confiscated by Navas!"

"Real Madrid's counterattack!"

"Bale!"

Navas threw the ball hard towards the right half of the field!

Bale stopped the ball in front of him.

The football just happened to pass by Xhaka's side.

Immediately after.

It was as if the spotlights of the entire stadium were only shining on Real Madrid's number 11!

"A sudden clap of thunder!"

"Gareth Bale!"

"Perfect separation of man and ball!"

Xhaka only felt a gust of wind pass by.

Looking back, he could only see the back of the Real Madrid superstar.

The audience forgot about the tragedy just now.

Their eyes were attracted by the purple figure speeding past.

In the camera.

The billboards on both sides became increasingly blurred.

Bale's speed was getting faster and faster.

Like a thunderbolt, he roared towards Arsenal's half of the field!

Forty meters.

Thirty-five meters.

Thirty meters.

Cazorla and Monreal, who were trying to intercept him, were directly blown away!

The football passed through the gap between the two.

Bale accelerated again.

"Between two points."

"Bale is the shortest!"

"He's passed!"

If Bale was on the left, he could unleash nuclear-level independent offensive capabilities.

Tottenham had already provided the best instruction manual in those years.

But in Real Madrid's system, he would not be allowed to play on the left.

Why?

He was too fragile.

There was no way to build a system around him.

Real Madrid, a wealthy club that has to go through multiple competitions every season, needs a stable tactical framework.

At this moment, Bale on the right wing had limited offensive methods, but once he had space in the transition offense...no one could stop him.

"No support from teammates!"

"Is Bale going to shoot himself?"

Rushing to the edge of the penalty area.

Bale dribbled the ball horizontally, without too many complicated changes in rhythm, purely using speed to seize space, leaving Koscielny and Maguire no time to block.

He kicked hard with his left foot!

The football, like a shell, roared towards the upper right corner of Arsenal's goal!

Cech did his best, but his platinum gloves could not change the trajectory of the football.

Arsenal's net was lifted.

2:1!!!

Real Madrid fans instantly erupted in a tidal wave of cheers!

"Key man!"

"Bale staged a long-distance raid that stunned the audience!"

"It's too unreasonable!"

"He pulled Real Madrid back from the brink of collapse!"

"The Galactic Battleship never gives up!"

"This is the foundation of a wealthy club! This is the foundation of the eleven-time Champions League champion!"

"Amazing combat power in adversity, the spirit of tenacious struggle stands immortal!"

"Arsenal won't win so easily!"

"Zidane's life has been breaking curses and creating miracles!"

"Is the suspense of the championship back again? Does Li Kang still want to continue the game?"

There was no replay of the goal.

The camera moved.

Arsenal's number 10 was back on the sidelines!

The night wind was blowing through his black hair.

The white bandage conveyed an unspeakable tenacity.

The entire Millennium Stadium was gradually drowned out by thunderous applause.

Beckenbauer was stunned, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.

Livestream room.

The screen was filled with comments.

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[Without Li Mingdeng, Arsenal wouldn't lose to Real Madrid, right?]

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[Refer to the Spanish national derby in April, ten-man Real Madrid reversed Barcelona!]

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[Real Madrid is stronger the more against the wind, especially in the second half, Real Madrid players have a longer stamina bar than the other side!]

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[I know the script: Arsenal runs out of energy, Real Madrid equalizes at the last moment, the Champions League final goes into extra time, and finally Real Madrid wins the championship!]

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[Politely: Are you Atletico Madrid?]

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[It's meaningless for Li Mingdeng to play with an injury. The other side is the Galactic Battleship at the peak of the Champions League!]

Real Madrid players did not celebrate.

Bale had a bad feeling. He picked up the football and ran back to the center circle quickly.

Li Kang stepped onto the green field, stopping his teammates from asking questions with concern, and quickly made a few gestures with his left hand.

The game restarted at the center circle.

Morata passed the ball back to Cazorla.

"Wenger's decision is too risky."

"Li Kang is affected by his arm injury and cannot guarantee his balance!"

"Marseille turn!"

Beckenbauer's phantom did not bring any special skills.

The powerful all-attribute buff allowed Li Kang to become more and more free on the green field.

On the center circle line.

He received a pass from Xhaka.

Facing the front and back double-teaming of Kroos and Benzema.

The Eye of Truth burst forth.

While dribbling forward, he gently flicked the ball to the right with his right foot!

The red and white jersey fluttered in the wind.

Turning around.

Kroos looked shocked.

The Arsenal number 10 in front of him had already completed an extremely elegant left-footed ball-pulling action.

Elegant!

There was no chance to counter-attack.

Li Kang's speed after connecting the ball-pulling turn seemed to be even more terrifying than usual!

Sideline.

Wenger's mood was like riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs.

In the end, he still did not reject Li Kang's request.

Bould and the substitute players were extremely excited.

On the other side.

Zidane touched his bald head blankly: He can still maintain this terrifying balance with a broken arm? I couldn't do it when I was young!

"Monster!"

"How is he getting faster and faster!"

"Still not passing the ball?"

"Wonderful two-on-one!"

"The rhythm of the advance is too perfect!"

Facing Modric's interception.

Li Kang did not confront him head-on.

Cazorla stepped forward to support him, and the distance between the two was shortened.

Continuous one-touch passing.

It was as if the football had drawn a "∠" trajectory on the green field!

"Super wingman!"

"Can Li Kang still accelerate?"

"Too overbearing!"

"All of Arsenal's attacking players are cooperating with him alone!"

"Unbelievable!"

The moment Li Kang was about to single-handedly challenge the defense.

Bale caught up.

It was as if two claps of thunder had exploded in the audience's ears.

Ramos became the background for the two to race.

There was not even a chance to block with a foul.

The football passed by his side and was unceremoniously blown past!

The spotlights of the Millennium Stadium seemed to shine only on Li Kang and Bale.

Two figures, one red and one purple, stirred up a gale on the final night in the camera.

"They are too fast!"

"Two flashes of lightning!"

"Two tall figures showing the beauty of strength and speed."

"Their legs are too long."

"Their stride is too big."

"I can't even see the two people's footprints anymore..."

"Who touched the ball first!"

"Wow!"

"Antelope Hanging Horn!" (An unpredictable and perfect move.)

Pa.

Inside Real Madrid's penalty area.

Li Kang stopped suddenly, hooking the ball with his right foot.

Bale could not stop the inertia of his body.

The two opened up a distance of several body lengths in an instant!

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

How could the two-hundred-million-dollar man with the bandage be so fierce?

Without giving the audience time to savor it.

A resounding roar that shook the sky made Navas a background board again.

The Galactic Battleship was blown down!

3:1!!!

Li Kang turned to face the Arsenal fans in the stands and opened his left hand.

The night wind of the Millennium Stadium blew through the bandage and black hair.

"Unbelievable!"

"Li Kang, who was injured, used a terrifying heavy artillery shot to stifle Real Madrid's hope of equalizing!"

"Hat trick!"

"Hat trick in the Champions League final!"

"A legendary moment that will be recorded in football history!"

"Fighting on with a bandage, the whole world has witnessed his tenacity and iron blood!"

"Tenacious and unyielding!"

"He makes Arsenal worthy of this score!"

Duan Xuan and He Wei were a little incoherent.

It was too shocking.

King.

Arsenal's number 10 on the green field is the king who dominates the game tonight!

Livestream room.

The screen was filled with comments.

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[This scene reminds me of Beckenbauer, two 40-meter long-distance raids...fighting until his shoulder was dislocated, and continuing to fight!]

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[This goal is too shocking.]

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[Broken arm Marseille turn, broken arm separation of man and ball, broken arm racing with Bale, broken arm heavy artillery!]

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[The assist is counted to Cazorla, century assist!]

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[Fighting the Galactic Stars alone...]

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[It's over. How can ten-man Real Madrid beat eleven-man Arsenal led by Super Li Mingdeng?]

The Millennium Stadium under the night sky has long become the territory of the Gunners fans.

The applause was like a tide.

Cheering the hero's name to their heart's content.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

Arsenal teammates celebrated around Li Kang cautiously.

Afraid of touching his injured arm.

Navas's face was ashen...watching Bale helplessly.

Bale pressed his hands down, his expression complex: "Yes, yes, Lee and I are very similar..."

Modric lifted his jersey and wiped the sweat from his face, and the tactical understanding in his heart was a little collapsed.

Ronaldo did not give up, picked up the football from the net, and encouraged his teammates loudly.

VIP box.

Beckenbauer applauded excitedly, admiration that could not be concealed in his eyes.

"Did you notice Arsenal's attack just now?"

"Li did not lean towards his left half during the advance."

"His degree of freedom is too high."

"If there were no offside and goalkeeper no-hands rules, Li would be my cross-generational successor!"

"Is Cruyff in front of the TV?"

"What is La Masia's number 4 position! Li's technical tactics and fighting will were honed in the soil of German football."

A group of legendary superstars were unable to refute it after holding it back for a long time... They could only nod and agree.

In the following time.

The Galactic Battleship, fighting with one less man, was powerless to turn the tide.

Li Kang, wrapped in bandages, ran all over the field.

All Arsenal members did not relax, and the will to fight was contagious.

They did not put on a low defensive posture.

They still used their numerical advantage, won one midfield fight after another, and launched a highly aggressive passing storm!

Real Madrid also did not give up.

Ronaldo and Ramos encouraged morale with their actions.

Even if they die, they will die standing!

"The Champions League final is not a league, there are no goal differences."

"Either lose or equalize."

"Real Madrid is not defending, they are going to fight with their backs to the water, they are going to fight to the death!"

69th minute of the game.

Ronaldo received a pass from Kroos in Arsenal's half, thirty-five meters from the goal.

Half court is the shooting range!

Bang!

The football shot out and flew towards the stands.

He is no longer the omnipotent Golden Edge Luo.

The injury made him lose his proud explosive power.

76th minute of the game.

Welbeck, who came on as a substitute, was eagerly waiting.

Li Kang sent a through ball on the right side of the penalty area.

Welbeck deliberately missed it!

Morata seized the position and scored in one fell swoop!

Stronger when encountering the strong!

4:1!!!

84th minute of the game.

Real Madrid's defense line was "flattened" and crumbling.

The distance between Arsenal's attacking players suddenly shrunk.

Fierce passing and cutting in the thirty-meter area.

Instantly tore apart the defense of the ten-man Galactic Battleship.

Giroud completed a scorpion kick in the twelve-yard area.

Navas was unable to judge the angle of the shot for a while, and watched helplessly as the net was lifted.

5:1!!!

The attack did not stop.

The Gunners seemed to want to make Pepe pay the price for his evil deeds!

Xhaka drilled into the net, picked up the football and ran back.

A chill struck the hearts of all Real Madrid fans.

Finally.

Beep! Beep beep~

The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Arsenal 6:1 Real Madrid.

The team topped the European peak for the first time in its history.

(End of this chapter)