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When I was a kid, playing "Hot-Blooded Soccer" on the Famicom, Lance had a rogue kicking technique where he'd use his pigtail to unleash a special move in the top corner of the penalty area.
His "Ninja Shot" was virtually unstoppable against AI goalkeepers.
Lance could clear the game with that one move, scoring over 10 goals per match.
The first time Lance drew the B-rank template [Lai Chang], he thought he'd found a bug.
If the game's effects could be replicated in reality, wouldn't he become a Football God?
He could easily defeat peak Barcelona, the "three-peat" Real Madrid, or even the 2018 World Champions France and the 2022 World Champions Argentina.
He'd beat Barcelona 10-0, dominating the world's strongest club.
How could such an overpowered character and skill only be B-rank?
He couldn't test its power on the training ground yet.
The first time he equipped the [Lai Chang] template, his opponent was Schalke 04 in the league.
Although Bayer Leverkusen won 4-0 against Schalke that day, Lance couldn't unleash the true power of the [Lai Chang] skill.
The so-called [Ninja Shot] was, at most, a volley that created a bouncing ball to confuse the goalkeeper.
Forget about world-class goalkeepers like Buffon, Casillas, De Gea, Courtois, or Neuer.
Even Schalke 04's goalkeeper, Ralf Fährmann, was, at best, a mid-tier goalkeeper in Germany, not even a national team substitute.
He was no Neuer, and certainly not on par with Barcelona's Ter Stegen, Dortmund's Weidenfeller, or PSG's Trapp.
Even such a non-top-tier goalkeeper could easily save [Lai Chang]'s Ninja Shot.
It truly was a B-rank template.
At best, it was a surprise attack.
Moreover, activating the skill had strict prerequisites, requiring him to jump into the air and perform a volley.
Lance originally didn't want to equip the [Lai Chang] template for this match against Real Madrid.
However, his other templates weren't very effective.
Should he equip [Bukayo Saka] to face peak Real Madrid?
Could Arsenal's future prince play? He didn't have the ability!
Alas, Arsenal had no superstars a few years later.
Ødegaard, Martinelli, Trossard and the like could all play.
Saka was a case of "no great general in Shu, Liao Hua acts as vanguard."
If Henry, Robin van Persie, or Dennis Bergkamp were there, he wouldn't even get a chance to play.
Back to the match.
Just now, facing De Bruyne's lobbed pass, Lance instinctively used [Lai Chang]'s Ninja Shot directly.
It was like Yasuo's ultimate in LOL; who could resist not following up a knock-up with a Last Breath?
To be fair, the [Lai Chang] template, despite being a bit of a gimmick, had quite an impressive visual effect.
Listen to the cheers at BayArena!
Look at the stunned, disbelieving expressions of the Real Madrid players!
Lance ran past Carvajal, Modrić, Ramos, and Cristiano Ronaldo.
Ignoring their shock, he sprinted all the way to the Bayer South Stand to celebrate with the loyal fans!
"The sound isn't loud enough, louder!!"
Lance was the sole protagonist on the pitch, constantly raising his hands.
Tens of thousands of fans across the stadium joined Lance in making noise!
"Hey!"
"Hey!!"
"Hey!!!"
Finally, the sound reached its maximum, and Lance cupped his hands to his ears, fully enjoying the most fulfilling moment of being a professional footballer!
"Isn't this what playing football is all about!"
Watching Lance's celebration after the goal, commentator Scholl couldn't help but exclaim:
"As expected of Lance, even in a Champions League knockout match against Real Madrid, he's enjoying football, enjoying the game."
"That's right, the first goal is very important. Bayer Leverkusen's morale is high now, whilst Real Madrid will find it tougher to play."
Kahn was very happy.
He loved watching German teams thrash Spanish teams...
"For a whilst now, Bayer Leverkusen's defence has been watertight, giving Real Madrid few good options."
"With a one-goal lead, they're not rushed. Instead, Real Madrid is getting anxious..."
"Another shot!! Cristiano Ronaldo's shot!"
"It went high..."
Duan Xuan smacked his lips, instinctively wanting to curse.
Beside him, pundit Gong Lei was not so polite.
"Cristiano Ronaldo, although he has unlimited shooting rights, he can't be playing like this. Look at this ball, Benzema on the right, and Bale on the other side are both calling for the ball."
"He could have passed it more. Cristiano Ronaldo is playing a bit too hastily."
"Perhaps Cristiano Ronaldo hopes to take responsibility himself."
Duan Xuan considered that there were many Cristiano Ronaldo fans in front of their televisions, so from a neutral perspective, it wasn't appropriate to favour one side.
"Real Madrid still has a chance. They are still trying..."
Damn it!
Damn it!!
On screen, Cristiano Ronaldo was still working hard on the pitch.
Real Madrid continued to control the ball and attack, Modrić passed the ball, and Cristiano Ronaldo tried hard to do a step-over, wanting to break through alone.
Joshua Kimmich in front of him remained calm, not giving Cristiano Ronaldo any chance.
Cristiano Ronaldo tried to use his explosive power to cut inside and open up a shooting angle, repeating an old trick.
However, Kimmich had already seen through him, taking a step ahead to block Cristiano Ronaldo's path, firmly pulling Cristiano Ronaldo's jersey with his right hand, attempting to physically challenge him, and constantly interfering with his feet.
When the referee looked over, Kimmich quickly lowered his hand and put on an innocent expression.
Cristiano Ronaldo's shot was ultimately disrupted, miskicked, and easily gathered by goalkeeper Leno.
"Referee, he fouled! He pulled my jersey!"
Cristiano Ronaldo still wanted to complain to the main referee Clattenburg.
Clattenburg just smiled and wagged his finger at him.
This infuriated the former "world's number one player," who was about to argue with the referee.
"Get back, get back!!! Ronaldo!!!"
Modrić shouted in alarm, and the entire Real Madrid team's hearts tightened as they rushed back.
It turned out that Bayer Leverkusen's goalkeeper Leno had already launched a quick counter-attack with a hand throw!
He was taking advantage of Real Madrid's unsettled formation to launch a direct sneak attack!
"This ball!! Lance!!"
Lance dropped back to the centre circle, gently cushioning the ball with the inside of his foot to Son Heung-min on the left, then turned and ran forward!
"Beautiful!! Son Heung-min—"
Carvajal had just charged in from the side, but Brother Son accelerated, taking a burst of pace to pull away!
Son Heung-min had been in German youth academies since 2008.
His physical talent was high enough, and his physical attributes were not much worse than those of European white players.
Bayer Leverkusen's left flank instantly opened up a gap!
"Son Heung-min is very fast!! The other Bayer Leverkusen players are also sprinting, 4 against 2 in the attack!!"
Ramos had to mark Son Heung-min and also keep an eye on Firmino beside him.
On the other side, Pepe was also focusing on marking De Bruyne... They seemed to have overlooked the most deadly person!
"Good ball!! Lance—"
Lance arrived later but moved faster.
He had dropped back further than the others, and started a beat slower, so how did he appear in the penalty area?
"Damn it!!"
Casillas cursed under his breath, just about to rush out from the near post.
But it was already too late!
Son Heung-min's cross was very fast, and Lance's shot was even faster!
A fierce strike with the instep from outside the penalty area, his thigh drove his calf to hit the football, unleashing a roar that shook the entire stadium!
Tiger!
After the shot, Lance didn't even look back, but, certain the ball would go in, turned and ran towards the stands!
"Cannon fire!!"
"Goooooooal—"
As Duan Xuan roared, Lance had already slid powerfully on his knees to the corner flag, raising his arms in triumph!
BayArena was ignited once again!
"2 to 0!!! Bayer Leverkusen leads by two goals in 25 minutes of the first half!"
"Two counter-attacks, two goals!"
"King Lance scores a brace! Overpowering the La Liga giants!"
"Real Madrid is a so-called title favourite? The King of BayArena says— No way!"