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97%!
98%!
99%!
Lance was truly going all out to stack his rage. In Zhan Jun's words, he had become the most diligent player for Bayer Leverkusen.
"With a 0-2 deficit, Bayer Leverkusen's morale was quite low. However, Lance's fighting spirit remained strong, constantly disrupting FC Barcelona's ball control rhythm through frantic running and pressing."
"Oh my goodness!! That ball!! Lance is really giving his all!"
Zhang Lu even found it amusing. Lionel Messi was dribbling, and Lance chased back from the forward position all the way to his own penalty area, fiercely contesting with Lars Bender and Lionel Messi. Lionel Messi's jersey was almost torn off by Lance, who finally brought him down, stopping FC Barcelona's attack.
Of course, it came at the cost of a free kick.
"A technical forward is now doing the dirty work."
Zhan Jun smiled helplessly. There was no other way; it was clear that Lance wanted to win!
Lance's seemingly "reckless" foul this time, surprisingly, earned thunderous applause from BayArena! Everyone loved players who dared to fight and hustle, especially when this player was currently the most eye-catching star on the entire team!
German commentator Mehmet Scholl also sighed with emotion:
"To be honest, I feel a bit sorry for Lance. This is clearly the defense's job, yet Lance is the one fighting for his life."
Lionel Messi, having been relentlessly targeted for so many years, was already used to it. He got up from the ground and silently walked to the spot with the ball. Gerard Piqué and Dani Alves, however, were furious. They ran over to confront Lance.
"Que? What the fuck?!"
"Fuck off!"
Gerard Piqué tried to pull his jersey, but Lance unceremoniously slapped his hand away. Soon, Simon Rolfes and Lars Bender also rushed over to stand up for Lance. Seeing that players from both sides were about to get into a brawl, the referee quickly blew his whistle, warning both sides.
"Watch it, everyone! Want a card? Get back, get back!"
Lionel Messi had already placed the ball, waiting to take the free kick. He put his hands on his hips and looked up, only to see Lance in the wall with a look of having achieved his plan? What was going on?
Did this kid think he could win? At home, 0-2. If this ball went in, it would be 0-3! With a three-away-goal advantage, how could Bayer Leverkusen win?
Lionel Messi shook his head and ignored him. Bayer Leverkusen was just a minor character to be kicked to death. Even if Lance was talented, he was only 16 years old. Letting him experience the bitterness of defeat would help him grow.
Lionel Messi's goal was Real Madrid! It was the Champions League title! He looked at the opposing goal with determined eyes, already prepared.
In reality, Lance had simply seen that, after the previous conflict, his rage value had already maxed out! 100%!
Gerard Piqué and Javier Mascherano had already rushed into the penalty area to contest for the header. FC Barcelona's backline only had Jordi Alba and Dani Alves staying near the center circle for protection. Sergio Busquets and Xavi Hernández were both near the penalty area!
This was FC Barcelona's weakest defensive moment! Good opportunity! Lance was already secretly ready!
"Lionel Messi, taking this free kick himself... run-up! Shot!!"
A typical free kick, not too fast, but with an extremely tricky angle! Lance tried to jump in the wall, but Lionel Messi's free-kick technique was gradually reaching its peak! It precisely went through the heads of the players in the wall! Straight for the near post's dead corner!
Hiss— At this moment, Bayer Leverkusen fans and players alike felt their hearts tighten! Goalkeeper Bernd Leno was in despair, leaping and diving fiercely! He couldn't touch it!
FC Barcelona fans were already standing up, ready to celebrate! Clang— A pleasant sound! The ball hit the post and bounced out! Ömer Toprak quickly headed it clear!
However, his header was high but not far. When Lance rushed to the second landing spot to control the ball, he was already entangled by Neymar and Xavi Hernández, with Sergio Busquets protecting from behind, and Gerard Piqué and Javier Mascherano were frantically tracking back!
The best opportunity was gone! What Lance needed to break through now was FC Barcelona's entire midfield and defensive line! But the arrow was on the string, it had to be shot!
Go all out, do it!
As the ball was about to drop, Neymar tried to contest for the header in front of him. Lance was a step faster, quickly ducking and circling in front of Neymar, jumping up to chest down the ball, and at the same time, flicking the ball backward with his knee, turning around to bypass Neymar the moment he landed!
"What?!"
Neymar, who was clearly a master dribbler, was instead outshone by Lance's fancy move! Xavi Hernández quickly stepped forward to block him. Lance flicked his ankle, and his left foot again flicked the ball over Xavi Hernández's head, sweeping past Xavi Hernández like the wind!
He continued to advance with the ball!
[Bachira Meguru] S-rank template! Full power!
Just like in the opening animation, Lance didn't even realize that his eyes had become like a monster's! A wicked, ferocious, and crazy smile curled on his lips!
As they passed each other, Xavi Hernández glanced at Lance, his hair standing on end! Goosebumps all over his body!
"Is this kid... a monster?"
"Damn it!!"
Andrés Iniesta came out diagonally, sliding in for a tackle! Based on years of experience, he knew he couldn't let Lance get started!
However, Lance seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. While dribbling, he suddenly feigned with his right foot, turned, and back-heeled the ball with his left foot, narrowly avoiding the sliding tackle! He continued to sprint forward without losing speed!
He dribbled past three players in just two seconds! Lance accelerated and burst forward, already approaching the center circle!
Only now did the entire stadium of fans and commentators react! In that flash of lightning, Lance's dazzling performance was breathtaking!!
"Lance!!! That ball!! He dribbled past three players—facing Sergio Busquets' interception... Beautiful!! Another one! He's crossed the halfway line!"
Zhan Jun excitedly slammed the table in admiration! He had never seen such a daring lone hero in a desperate situation! Silver saddle illuminates a white horse, swift as a shooting star!
A young general in a brocade robe, riding a white horse with a silver spear, charged alone into the enemy lines, cutting through them seven times!
Sergio Busquets was easily overtaken by Lance's simple step-over and change of direction, chasing frantically from behind! The rest of Bayer Leverkusen hadn't reacted and were temporarily unable to provide support. The two full-backs had already started to narrow their defense.
The first to arrive was Jordi Alba! He approached from the side, attempting to collide with Lance! Even a tactical foul would do!
[Beast Dribbling]!
The first skill of the template, at 100% rage, was far beyond Lance's expectations! His innate wild intuition made him instinctively stop abruptly and pull the ball to evade, moving away from Jordi Alba while suddenly changing direction to the right to break through!
Jordi Alba couldn't stop and coincidentally crashed into the chasing Sergio Busquets! Both fell to the ground!
"Hiss—WTF?"
The chasing Lionel Messi was stunned, taking a sharp breath! Was this also part of your plan? Terrifying!
Javier Mascherano could no longer hold back; he had to stick to and stop this guy! Facing the former Liverpool defensive core, now an old veteran playing as a center-back, Lance executed dazzling footwork. Javier Mascherano responded by staying put, lowering his center of gravity and retreating sideways, always maintaining a certain distance from Lance!
Now's the time! Lance suddenly pushed the ball diagonally with his right foot, seemingly aiming for a nutmeg! Javier Mascherano quickly dropped to one knee, trying to block the nutmeg!
"I've seen through you, kid... What?!!"
At the critical moment, Lance's nutmeg was suddenly pulled back by him, and he then flicked the ball over Javier Mascherano's head! Javier Mascherano's heart sank. As he looked up, Lance, with a crazy and ferocious smile, strode forward!
"Madman!! He's absolutely a madman!!"
If [Nagi Seishiro] was a calm and elegant assassin, [Bachira Meguru's] dribbling was full of wild, imaginative, and boundless creativity! Broad and expansive!
He dribbled past five players, nearing FC Barcelona's penalty area! BayArena erupted completely. Could Lance, who had sprinted and attacked for 70 meters, create a miracle?!
The most panicked were the Catalan commentators, their mouths like machine guns, repeating constantly:
"Lance!! He's dribbled past, dribbled past, dribbled past! Sergio Busquets!! He's been beaten again!! Stop him! Stop him!"
"Still dribbling, Lance is still advancing!! Dani Alves slides in!! Oh oh oh oh—"
"Devil!! He's a devil!! Marseille turn around Dani Alves!!"
Dani Alves' desperate sliding tackle was toyed with by Lance! As he slid across the grass, Dani Alves could even see the opponent's condescending look from above!
"Damn it!!"
He dribbled past six players!! Lance felt the energy from his 100% rage was about to disappear, like Ultraman's light blinking! He had to end the battle within the next 3 seconds!
Finally, there was Gerard Piqué, already trembling, shakily blocking his way. Lance made a change of direction and an explosive burst! Instant breakthrough! He shot from the top of the penalty area!
"Fuck!!"
Gerard Piqué dove to block the shot! 3 seconds!
However, Lance was despairingly calm! He pulled the ball back and went around Gerard Piqué! He entered the penalty area! 2 seconds!
Víctor Valdés rushed out of the goal, attempting to intercept Lance's one-on-one shot. He had sprinted over 80 meters; he should be exhausted, right?
Although the bald Víctor Valdés's form had declined, he was still a six-time champion goalkeeper, with two Champions League titles! World Cup champion, European Cup champion... the second goalkeeper!
You, a mere Bundesliga freshman, how could you... Jesus!!
Víctor Valdés had already blocked all of Lance's shooting angles, but he hadn't expected Lance to suddenly attempt a chip shot! Before he could desperately try to reach the ball, Lance was a step quicker, flicking the ball over Víctor Valdés's head!
He elegantly turned like a bullfighter, bypassing Víctor Valdés's desperate grab, in the very last moment before the S-rank template's full state disappeared! He calmly slotted the ball into the empty net!
The moment the ball slowly rolled over the goal line, BayArena fell silent! The 16-year-old prodigy Lance had single-handedly dribbled past the entire FC Barcelona team!
Though a thousand men stand, I shall go forth!
"Lance—the ball is in!!! He dribbled past 8 players! One man against a thousand!"
"He single-handedly dribbled past the entire FC Barcelona team!"
"Bayer Leverkusen strongly pulls one goal back!"