Pepe grimaced in pain.

After receiving brief treatment, he pushed the team doctor away and stood up again.

The team was already two goals behind, and they couldn't waste any more time.

B. Fernandes gesticulated complainingly, pointing out the reason for the goal they had just conceded.

B. Silva savored Li Kang's 'Changhong Guanri' (Rainbow Piercing the Sun), and couldn't help but want to give a thumbs up.

C. Ronaldo didn't say anything, silently walking towards the net, picking up the ball again, and running towards the center circle.

"Close-up shot of Cristiano Ronaldo."

"His eyes reveal determination and unwillingness."

"He won't give up, no matter how strong the opponent."

"One man fighting against the stars of Europe!"

"Portuguese fans, don't be discouraged, your hero will stand up!"

The commentator was perfectly immersed in the game, forgetting that the pre-match media had written off Spain, who were the ones with the 'depleted squad'.

Seemingly sensing C. Ronaldo's unwillingness.

The white-clad, gold-trimmed figure of number 7 reappeared in Li Kang's vision, impossible to suppress.

Why am I so excited even when I'm playing against myself?

[I am the best, first, second, and third!]

[You better be fully focused, because I will go all out.]

[What can you do by booing me!]

[People who love football should all love me!]

The game restarted at the center circle.

After a few passes.

The ball came to B. Silva's feet.

The Manchester City midfielder began to explode with energy.

"Taking the ball on the right!"

"Excellent footwork, not particularly fast."

"His ability to combine with the ball is too good."

"Hey? How did he get through the double team of Koke and Fàbregas?"

"Beautiful!"

"Portugal's independent attack has paid off."

"B. Silva slows down, observing the local adjustments of the Spanish defense, Cédric cuts in from the outside, overlapping!"

"B. Silva didn't pass, lowers his center of gravity, and accelerates!"

"Powerful ability to switch the frequency of his steps, no wonder he is known as the Portuguese Messi!"

"He has created the most goals for Portugal since 2017!"

"Dribbling horizontally."

"He's holding onto the ball too much, why doesn't he pass it to C. Ronaldo! Pay attention to C. Ronaldo's runs!"

"Beautiful!"

"Passed it to B. Fernandes!"

"B. Fernandes' distribution!"

"Finds C. Ronaldo!"

"Cristiano!"

"Oh no, Piqué is too cunning!"

Left side of the Spanish penalty area.

Piqué poked the ball away, but not far enough.

C. Ronaldo turned and controlled the ball, adjusting his body position again.

His whole body convulsed with electricity.

A twitch!

Another twitch!

Twitch!

"Too handsome!"

"Cr-style dribbling!"

"Couldn't get past...fell down!"

"Why doesn't the referee blow the whistle? Did Piqué not foul?"

C. Ronaldo sat on the grass, angrily raising his hands towards the referee.

Piqué tried hard to suppress a smile, and kicked the ball far into the frontcourt.

Morata started, stopping the ball before Fonte.

He keenly sensed Pepe's murderous aura.

In a sideways position, he decisively passed the ball to Li Kang, who was cutting forward.

Pepe quickly adjusted his direction.

His eyes fixed on Li Kang.

He had already made up his mind for a one-for-one exchange: as long as Li Kang is crippled...

"Spain's counterattack is not very good this time."

"Piqué's long pass was too casual."

"The timing of the pass and run didn't coordinate well with Morata."

"Li Kang should slow down the counterattack speed, after all, they are already two goals ahead."

"Control the rhythm!"

"Control..."

The commentator watched as Li Kang crossed the center circle line.

His arms swung widely.

His stride lengthened.

This posture...is he going to shoot directly?

Could it be?

Could it be that Li Kang is a C. Ronaldo fan and wants to pay tribute to C. Ronaldo?

From a God's-eye view.

Portugal's high defensive line was extremely loose.

The white-clad, gold-trimmed figure emanated various negative emotions, as well as a strong desire to win.

'A country bumpkin from Madeira? He looks so stupid.'

'Your mouth stinks, did you go eat leftover burgers from a fast food restaurant again?'

"What if I beat you?"

'Who do you think you are? The best player in the world? Hahaha!'

"."

Li Kang's movements did not overlap with the figure.

He lightly hooked the ball away, dodging Pepe's flying tackle.

He stomped hard on the grass.

Started to accelerate.

The white-clad, gold-trimmed figure completed the long-range shot, then unwillingly pounded the grass, scattering with the wind...

"Beautiful!"

"Li Kang used a long wind-up shot to deceive Pepe into pressing forward."

"A wide open space ahead."

"Unstoppable!"

"He's got it!"

Li Kang faced the onrushing Patrício, and slightly swung his leg.

He gently chipped the ball.

The ball rose from the ground, outlining an elegant arc in the Portuguese penalty area.

Finally falling into the net.

3:0!!!

The Fisht Olympic Stadium immediately erupted.

"What a light trajectory!"

"A goal to kill the game!"

"Li Kang contributed two goals and one assist, killing the suspense of the Iberian derby."

"Invincible!"

"He conquered Sochi!"

"Will this World Cup be the path to Li Kang's apotheosis?"

"The first half is not over yet, and Portugal, led by C. Ronaldo, is already in a desperate situation."

Livestream.

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[Awesome.]

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[Brothers who bet on a draw, go to bed early!]

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[Brothers who bet all their betrothal money on a draw, actually, being alone is pretty good too.]

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[I thought Li Kang would shoot as soon as he crossed the center circle?]

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[Midfield is his shooting range?]

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[No way, the wind-up is too long, it's easy to miss under the opponent's interference.]

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[This feint wind-up is awesome, it fooled Pepe.]

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[Pepe, losing the game and losing face, if he played well in the later stages of his career, he could have become a legend.]

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[Crying, is C. Ronaldo going to be slaughtered in the group stage like he was against Germany back then?]

Li Kang and Morata simply high-fived to celebrate.

The rewards for the golden treasure chest were really too easy.

Saúl rushed in front of Pepe and pushed him hard.

He had a clear view of the Portuguese center-back's defensive actions, another insidious attempt to cripple someone.

The referee promptly stopped the conflict.

Li Kang patted the back of Saúl's head, signaling him not to be anxious.

C. Ronaldo ran back to his own net for the third time, picked up the ball...and silently ran back to the center circle.

His face was flushed.

The captain's armband he wore felt heavier and heavier.

Time passed.

Spain's 'walking' state didn't last long.

Del Bosque and Miñano looked at their watches and issued an order to suppress and strangle.

Li Kang, Koke, and Saúl began to increase their running coverage.

Midfield strangulation.

Complete suppression.

The isolated B. Silva and the developing B. Fernandes were overwhelmed and breathless.

52nd minute.

Li Kang received a pass from his teammate in the opponent's half, thirty meters from the goal.

A *you zha wan zi* (deep-fried meatball), using minimal force to move a thousand *jin*. (Traditional Chinese unit of weight)

Easily threw off Carvalho.

Explosive breakthrough!

Pepe stomped hard on the grass, his whole body rushing towards Li Kang.

At the moment of closing in, he raised his elbow.

Li Kang lowered his center of gravity, and dodged the opponent's elbow strike the moment he moved the ball.

Pepe couldn't stop his momentum, and his whole face slammed hard into Li Kang's shoulder.

The close-up sound equipment transmitted a crisp sound of bone collision.

A few drops of blood splattered on the grass.

Pepe painfully covered his face.

Bright red nosebleeds flowed down, either along his lips, or seeping through his fingertips, gathering at his chin.

His vision blurred.

The Portuguese center-back staggered.

Li Kang had already completed his shooting action.

The ball, like a cannonball out of the chamber, shot out and slammed into the Portuguese goal along the post.

4:0!!!

Hat-trick!!!

No one cared about Pepe's injuries.

Patrício knelt on both knees, bending over and pounding the grass.

B. Fernandes shrugged and complained as usual.

C. Ronaldo walked towards the net for the fourth time, walking and walking...

The sound of boos echoed in his mind.

Suddenly, he tore off the captain's armband from his shoulder and slammed it hard on the grass!

Turned around and roared at his teammates!

Pepe was carried off the field on a stretcher.

The team doctor's diagnosis was: the Portuguese center-back's nasal bone was broken, accompanied by a slight concussion.

Some fans felt sorry for this.

Who did Pepe have to provoke?

He had to provoke the most terrifying midfield butcher in Europe.

When the slow-motion replay came out, sympathy instantly turned into contempt.

68th minute of the match.

Li Kang intercepted B. Fernandes' pass in the backcourt.

Then he passed it diagonally to Koke, who was in a better position.

Koke dribbled the ball a few steps and made a direct pass, piercing the Portuguese defense.

Morata started at high speed.

Instead of shooting himself, he passed it to Isco, who was in an open position.

The Real Madrid midfielder calmly pushed the shot.

5:0.

78th minute of the match.

Li Kang walked off the green field to the thunderous applause.

Hat-trick.

Three goals and one assist.

Tens of thousands of spectators at the Fisht Olympic Stadium chanted his name.

"World football has ushered in a brand new era."

The commentator's statement was very simple.

As for what overlooking the Caucasus Mountains, overlooking the Black Sea coast, shining the night of Sochi...

92nd minute of the match, stoppage time.

B. Silva once again *tu tu tu* (onomatopoeia for fast movement) on the right.

Dribbling horizontally towards the center.

Pa!

A clever diagonal pass!

Found C. Ronaldo, who rushed into the penalty area!

"Oh no!"

"Fell down!"

"Penalty!"

"Piqué tripped C. Ronaldo!"

"No problem, the referee raised his hand and pointed to the penalty spot."

"VAR doesn't need to look at VAR!"

Piqué pulled up C. Ronaldo and smiled as he patted the other's cheek.

C. Ronaldo's face turned red, and he pursed his lips tightly.

The Spanish players, who were leading by five goals, did not protest wildly.

Neither did De Gea.

Del Bosque didn't even shift his gaze to the green field, but asked Li Kang with concern.

The Portuguese veteran coach, Santos, was already preparing for the next game.

C. Ronaldo stood in front of the penalty spot.

Took a deep breath.

"His eyes reveal perseverance, and a hint of ferocity."

"The air seemed to freeze at this moment."

"The Caucasus Mountains trembled for him."

"The Black Sea coast poured back for him."

"Cristiano."

"Shoots!"

"A nuclear explosion from the penalty spot!"

"Beautiful!"

"The ball went in!"

"One man fighting against the stars of Europe!"

"A mortal body, comparable to gods!"

"A great goal!"

"Rewrites the score!"

"This is the demeanor of a superstar!"

"Kingly demeanor!"

5:1!!!

C. Ronaldo opened his arms and rushed excitedly to the corner flag area, then jumped high, rotating in mid-air and shouting "siu"!

The "siu" action was maintained for a long time.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye.

Why didn't any teammates follow up?

Bip! Bip bip~

Finally.

The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Spain 5:1 Portugal.

Li Kang leads the World Cup scorer list!

This chapter has deleted a lot of things. After all, it is just a group stage, and neither side was eliminated, so simplification is the main focus.

Thank you to book friend "Ai Du Shu De Guo Bao Rou" (Sweet and Sour Pork) for the 20,000 coin reward, and thank you to "Bei Qing Bei Xi Qing Mi" (Tragic and Enamored) for the 20,000 coin reward.

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