Player tunnel.

De Gea pulled the confident Piqué aside, reminding him not to lose focus.

The young talents of the French squad were equally self-assured.

Not everyone was a grump; Giroud gave Li Kang a friendly pat on the backside, his ambiguous gaze seemingly reflecting the glorious days of Arsenal's treble triumph.

Kanté embraced his Chelsea teammates one by one.

As he hugged them...

He suddenly felt something was off.

Why did the opposing team field the entire Chelsea lineup in the final?

After the pleasantries, the atmosphere gradually grew tense.

For some, this might be the most important match of their careers.

Mbappé stared at Li Kang's back, his face eager.

Pogba stared at Li Kang's back, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Luzhniki Stadium.

The night breeze fluttered the Russian World Cup flag at the center circle.

Accompanied by thunderous cheers, the referee team led the players from both sides out of the tunnel.

The dazzling gold trophy stood there silently.

"A close-up shot of Li Kang; he glanced at the World Cup trophy as he passed it..."

"The match is about to begin."

"The final magnificent movement of this World Cup."

"The ultimate showdown at the top of the world."

Command area.

Bosque and Deschamps wore grim expressions.

In the stands.

The injury-ridden Spanish veterans looked serious.

The little assistant and the WAGs were joyful and excited, shouting the players' names.

"Now, let's introduce the starting lineups for both sides."

"Spain is deploying a 3-4-1-2 formation!"

"Goalkeeper: De Gea."

"Defenders: Azpilicueta, Piqué, Nacho."

"Defensive Midfielders: Saúl, Fàbregas, Thiago, Koke."

"Attacking Midfielder: Li Kang."

"Forwards: Morata, Diego Costa."

Live broadcast room.

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[What's with the 3-4-3 formation? Secret weapon?]

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[Is it 3-5-2?]

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[I bet on France to win. If Li Kang loses, I win money. If Li Kang wins, I'm happy. Hehe.]

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[Don't panic, this lineup can definitely put up a fight. At least in terms of autonomous offense, they won't drop the ball. High pressing with a diamond-shaped cut can also work well.]

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[It all depends on Li Kang's performance.]

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[The ultimate battle.]

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"France is fielding a 4-2-3-1 formation."

"Goalkeeper: Lloris."

"Defenders: Lucas, Umtiti, Varane, Pavard."

"Double Defensive Midfielders: Matuidi, Kanté."

"Attacking Midfielders: Griezmann, Pogba, Mbappé."

"Forward: Giroud."

Live broadcast room.

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[Too luxurious. How many billions are there combined?]

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[Brutal lineup.]

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[World-class defense, fast and solid.]

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[This double defensive midfield is also awesome, fully capable of supporting the luxurious attacking midfield in front.]

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[Only weakness: Lloris.]

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[The young French warriors are holding up their greatswords, charging one after another towards the midfield demon king whose wings have been clipped!]

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[An excellent opportunity to defeat Li Kang head-on, revenge!]

The coin toss ended.

Li Kang stood in position.

The system prompt quietly sounded.

[Ding, task triggered: Top of the World.]

[Task Description: Moonlight illuminates Sparrow Hills, cascading down upon Luzhniki. This ancient and glorious stadium will be painted with a new color by you tonight. Go and write your legend; leave no regrets.]

[Task Reward: Eternal Treasure Chest.]

[The Highest Will has been triggered; you will embrace this final battle in the best possible condition.]

The referee blew his whistle.

The 2018 Russia World Cup final officially began.

Accompanied by deafening cheers.

Morata kicked off with his weaker foot, passing it back to Fàbregas.

Saúl and Koke made high-speed forward runs on both wings.

"Azpilicueta is also pushing up."

"A frenzied offensive from the Spanish team."

"They're really not passing it back."

"The triangle passing connection between Fàbregas, Li Kang, and Morata provides the confidence to push the entire formation forward!"

"Spain is too risky; this is not the French team from two years ago!"

French half, forty-meter zone.

The instant Li Kang received the ball, he stopped it in front of him, leaping slightly to perfectly dodge Griezmann's sliding tackle.

Pogba sprinted towards him.

Li Kang blocked the opponent's position, passing the ball back to Fàbregas.

The latter touched the ball once, passing it diagonally to the retreating Morata.

Morata's footwork is very exquisite.

Another one-touch pass.

As if telepathically connected, he found Li Kang, who was running into open space again.

"Tuchel's masterpiece, the legacy of the 'K' trio."

"It's like we're watching a Chelsea match."

"No matter how strong the opponent's overall strength is, as long as the most difficult point is handed over to Li Kang to handle, everything will become very simple."

"The world's number one midfielder."

In the stands.

Old Top patted his thigh forcefully:

"Just as I thought."

"Li's stop instantly dissolved the opponent's forward line's strangulation!"

"No unnecessary movements."

"He is already a master."

The youth training instructors from Little Japan beside him were also mesmerized.

The adrenaline of the spectators soared.

The Spanish team, like a red torrent, submerged the Gallic Rooster.

The ball passed quickly between the red jerseys.

The lines were like strands of steel with cold light, fiercely cutting through the French team's midfield barrier.

"A good opportunity!"

"Saúl!"

"Stop the ball."

"Cut inside!"

"Oh, Varane's defensive awareness is too strong, a clean interception!"

"Diego Costa's counter-pressing!"

"Don't panic!"

"Varane passes the ball back to Lloris."

"This detail reveals Deschamps' tactical philosophy: pragmatic!"

Lloris stopped the ball.

Showed off a bit in front of the world, dribbling past Diego Costa who was charging at him, then passed it to Umtiti.

Applause thundered.

The 80,000 spectators at the scene cheered for the French goalkeeper's bold technique.

Lloris looked arrogant: Who said Tottenham players can't win a championship? I still have the World Cup.

This action made Deschamps on the sidelines furious.

Assistant coach Guy quickly dissuaded him: "It's okay, this is the World Cup final; Lloris is not Karius..."

The Spanish formation retreated.

Umtiti, unhurried, signaled his French teammates to push forward.

After spending two years at Barça, his passing skills had become increasingly sophisticated.

Tearing apart the pressure net of the remnant Spanish team was just... There was no pressure net on the other side.

"Umtiti passes the ball to Pogba."

"Pogba didn't stop the ball with his back to the goal; instead, he followed the ball's path, then turned and accelerated. Wow! That's confidence in his touch!"

"Oh?"

"Li Kang rushes up!"

"Spain's only attacking midfielder successfully presses high and completes the interception!"

Li Kang tackled closely, and Pogba didn't have time for fancy footwork.

The ball rolled to the left.

Koke advanced in time to receive the ball.

Li Kang stomped on the grass, accelerating forward.

Space!

The Spanish formation retreated, and the French team's formation advanced, leaving the Gallic Rooster's defense empty.

On the sidelines.

Bosque was pleasantly surprised.

He could still create counter-attacking opportunities?

Deschamps was dumbfounded.

There was nothing wrong with Umtiti and Pogba's handling, but the opponent actually positioned their interception king at the top of the formation during the defensive phase?

"Koke passes the ball diagonally to Diego Costa, who is in an excellent position!"

"Diego Costa touches the ball once!"

"Distributes it to Li Kang, who is surging forward on the left half!"

"This pass is a bit rough... It will definitely delay the rhythm of the attack!"

"Wow!"

Diego Costa wanted to slap himself in the face.

The ball's line was too far off.

And it bounced once.

Forcing Li Kang to slow down to handle it.

All fans would also assume that the French team had ample time to fall back, and the match would return to a positional battle.

The next moment, a miraculous scene occurred.

Li Kang raised his right leg.

Using his thigh to touch the out-of-control, half-high ball.

The ball dropped forward.

Li Kang started to accelerate, gently cutting the ball with the instep of his right foot.

The ball instantly became quiet and obedient.

An intoxicating, historic level of ball control.

The rhythm of the attack was not delayed!

At this moment, Li Kang and the ball had already entered the French team's penalty area.

"An unbelievable way to handle it!"

"Varane!"

"The Real Madrid center-back's defensive positioning is perfect, effectively blocking Li Kang!"

Varane was smart.

A scholar.

His physical qualities were abnormal, and his defensive awareness was also abnormal.

He blocked Li Kang's path on the left side of the penalty area, including the shooting angle.

The Real Madrid center-back could write a small essay on the research of the "Li Kang Zone."

Li Kang stopped abruptly.

Extremely opening the distance.

Dribbling the ball to the right with his right foot.

Forcibly changing direction.

Forcing Varane into a sideways position.

Next.

Was a competition of stride frequency.

The instant Varane extended his foot, Li Kang moved the ball horizontally.

The referee widened his eyes because this kind of competition was most likely to result in a penalty.

Varane was about to kick Li Kang's ankle...

Then.

He didn't understand: Li Kang didn't fall to the ground to claim a penalty?

"Beautiful!"

"Li Kang staggers... evading Varane!"

"One step."

"Two steps."

"Man arrives."

"Ball arrives."

"The shooting angle is open!"

Bang!

Before losing his balance, Li Kang swung his leg slightly.

A super close-range cannon shot appeared in the Luzhniki Stadium.

The ball whistled and spun.

Carrying a fierce and domineering force.

轟向 French goal to the far corner.

When the French team's net was lifted high.

Lloris fell to his knees.

1:0!!!

Everyone was stunned, as if not believing the facts before their eyes.

The Maginot Line... was shattered by the Great Demon King at the very beginning?

The commentator's mind raced, racking his brains to figure out how to describe this cannon shot that perfectly demonstrated "pass, stop, dribble, and shoot."