Football: Kicked Off the National Team, Rewarded With a Long-Range Shot Guaranteed to Score, I Am the God of Football

1 我 As Soon as I Kicked the Ball, the System Asked Me to Kill Him? Yue Hongchang Who Loves to Eat Mushroom OmeletteSports787k WordsCompleted 782Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Chapter 57: Anyone who openly offends a strong man will be destroyed no matter how far away he is. September 1st, Seoul World Cup Stadium. In the locker room, the air seemed frozen. Gao Hongbo was making the final arrangements, his voice was hoarse, but every word was like a stone hitting the ground. "... Shrink and counterattack. Watch Ye Xun's movement in the middle, and spot the pass from the wing." All eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at Ye Xun in the corner. He was tying his shoelaces, slowly and carefully. Left foot, right foot, tighten and tie the knot. After tying him up, he straightened up and stepped on the turf under his feet. The unfamiliar hardness, the coldness of an away game, and a hint of hostility. He raised his head and looked at the small flag in the center of the locker room. Then, he stood up first and walked towards the door. In the passage, the light was pale. The Korean team has lined up, all red, like a burning fire. They are tall and strong, with unabashed pride in their eyes that is unique to the host country and Asia's top teams. Ye Xun walked to the front of the team, three meters away from South Korea captain Ki Sung-yong. Qi Chengyong glanced at him, his eyes stopped on his face for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up in an almost invisible arc, and he looked away. That's not contempt, it's complete disregard. It was as if the team and this person in front of him were not worth a second glance. The light at the end of the passage poured in, mixed with the roar of the mountain and the tsunami, and the uniform Korean cheering. The sound was thick and heavy, carrying the absolute pressure of the home field, slapping against the walls of the passage like a tide. Ye Xun took a deep breath, inhaling the red ocean and the deafening sound into his lungs. The moment he stepped out of the tunnel and onto the turf of the Seoul World Cup Stadium - Zheng! Deep in his mind, the dark gold ancient scroll shook violently. Unprecedentedly violent. On the scroll, the blood-red war spirit and the ghostly assassination spirit intertwined crazily, and finally condensed into a few lines of solemn handwriting that exuded the atmosphere of ancient expeditions: [Conquest order: "East Hunt"] [In the past, we had powerful neighbors who repeatedly violated the border. Today, Chen Bing is "the sun of the Han River", with his banners blocking out the sun and his arrogance. ] [Today, Ye Xun, the "regicide", is the vanguard. ] [Goal: "Behead the General", destroy the core of the enemy's formation frontally (Qi Chengyong). Those who openly attack the powerful Han will be destroyed no matter how far away they are! This is the beginning of "The Eight Desolations", and it is also the battle to temper your Taoist heart. ] The handwriting is like blood, and like a soldering iron, it burns hard into the soul. There is no requirement for victory or defeat, there is only one goal, to kill the enemy. Cut off the hardest bone in the opponent's formation, that flag. [Note: This battle is dangerous and the enemy is strong. If successful, the reputation will spread far and wide, and the Shadow Essence can be obtained. If defeated, the Taoist heart will be frustrated, and the luck in subsequent battles will decline. ] [If you go here, you may return with the enemy general's head, or you may wrap his body in horse leather. ] The ancient scroll is closed. But the cross "Anyone who openly offends a strong man will be destroyed no matter how far away" and the last sentence "Wrapped in horse leather" were like two red-hot daggers, piercing into Ye Xun's heart. It was hot and painful, and brought an almost destructive fighting spirit. This is not a ball game. It's a national war. It's beheading. The goal is clear, Qi Chengyong. The purpose is clear and the power is displayed. He raised his head, his eyes penetrated half of the stadium, and locked his eyes on the Korean captain who was wearing a red jersey and talking to his teammates. Memories of past lives flooded back. The suffocation of "Korean phobia", the sigh of the black night, and the countless unwilling late nights in front of the keyboard have all turned into cold fuel and injected into the limbs and bones. He slowly clenched his fists. Knuckles turned white. Then let go. His eyes have completely transformed into an extremely calm sniper scope aimed at his prey. "Beep!" The referee whistle sounded. The first match of the Asian top 12 of the 2018 World Cup qualifiers. China, away game, against South Korea. Behead, show off, start. At the beginning, the Korean team started like a red-hot machine. High press, fast-paced passing, physical confrontation. In every aspect, it is more than one level higher than the Chinese team. Ye Xun is in the frontcourt, like a beast trapped in a cage. He retreated, and Qi Chengyong immediately connected with him, pushing his elbows to his waist and jamming his knees into his legs. His small movements were cruel and precise. In every confrontation, Qi Chengyong used his body to tell him: This is my territory. In the third minute, the South Korean team threatened to attack for the first time. The fast horse Li Qinglong on the wing beat the Chinese fullback and made a pass. In the middle, Asia's king Son Heung-min made a ghostly move forward, overpowering Feng Xiaoting and heading the ball towards the goal. Slightly off. "Wow!" The entire stadium burst out with a huge sigh, followed by even more enthusiastic applause. "Follow the people! Don't miss it!" Captain Zheng Zhi shouted from the backcourt, his voice already a little hoarse. In the fifth minute, Ye Xun reluctantly answered the ball for the first time, leaning against Qi Chengyong. As soon as he caught the ball, Ki Sung-yong and Koo Ja-cheol double-teamed him, using their hands and feet. The ball was dropped. South Korea counterattacked, passing three passes and two downfields to the frontcourt. Son Heung-min shot a cold shot from outside the penalty area, which was saved by Zeng Cheng. In the first ten minutes, the South Korean team had 72% of the ball and shot 4 times, while the Chinese team had 0 shots. Completely stuck in the half court. Red waves rolled in the stands, and the cheers in Korean were deafening. The shouts of Chinese fans were completely swallowed up. "We can't continue like this!" He Wei's voice tightened in the commentator's seat, "We can't make it past halftime! Ye Xun is being stared at by Qi Chengyong!" The barrage in the domestic live broadcast room was full of wailing: [Being pressed down and beaten] [Qi Chengyong is too hard, Master Ye can't get through] [Korean fear is coming] In the fifteenth minute, the Korean team made a comeback. Qi Chengyong's accurate through ball from midfield penetrated the Chinese team's defense. Son Heung-min successfully countered offside and scored a single goal. "Single sword! Son Heung-min!" Zeng Cheng abandoned the goal and attacked. Son Heung-min pushed the shot into the far corner, but Zeng Cheng made a brilliant save and blocked it with his feet. "Zeng Cheng! Well done!" But the ball didn't roll far. From the left side of the small penalty area, South Korean forward Huang Heecan rushed over and shot the empty goal. At the critical moment, Zhang Linpeng made a sliding tackle and blocked the ball on the goal line. "Zhang Linpeng! Goalline rescue! The Chinese team escaped again!" Shocked. There was a buzz in front of the Chinese team. Ye Xun looked at the shocked faces of his teammates in the backcourt, and then glanced at Qi Chengyong, who was directing his teammates to press not far away. Kill the general. Show off your power. He took a deep breath and opened his [eyesight] fully. His vision was focused and he locked onto Qi Chengyong. Observe every habit of his: he likes to move sideways when defending, with his left foot in front and his right foot behind to protect. When you turn around, your center of gravity will first sink to the left. The timing of interception is like before the opponent touches the ball. He is waiting. Wait for an opportunity that is not an opportunity. In the 23rd minute, the opportunity came, a ball that in everyone's eyes was not a chance at all. Feng Xiaoting was in the backcourt and was forced to do nothing by Son Heung-min. He closed his eyes and swung his big foot towards the left side of the frontcourt. The ball was passed hastily, high and floating, with a vague landing point and went straight to the sideline. It seemed like a meaningless rescue. But Ye Xun moved. The moment Feng Xiaoting took off his foot, his [eyesight] had already captured the flight trajectory and landing area of ​​the ball. At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the position of South Korea's right back Lee Yong. He was looking at the ball, his body slightly pulled inward, ready to wait for the ball to go out of bounds. That's it now! Ye Xun poured the explosive power of [Shen Technique] and [Ghost Step] unreservedly into the first few steps of activation. Like a blue lightning tearing through the rain curtain, he pounced on the ball that was "about to go out of bounds". Li Rong reacted, cursed secretly, and rushed over. The two collided hard near the sideline. Li Rong wanted to knock Ye Xun away with his shoulder. But Ye Xun's [eyesight] had already seen through the direction of his force and the shift in his center of gravity. At the moment of the collision, he turned around lightly according to the force, firmly protecting the ball with his back, and at the same time secretly tapped his heel. The ball passed between Li Rong's legs. Wear the crotch, and the ball will pass. "Ye Xun! We're over! On the side road!" He Wei's voice suddenly rose to a pitch of disbelief. Ye Xun passed Li Rong and dribbled the ball along the wing. There was a wide open space in front of him, but Wu Lei and Hao Junmin in the middle were stared at by the Korean defenders. There are no passing lanes. Without any hesitation, he suddenly stopped and cut inside when he was close to the corner of the penalty area. It was Qi Chengyong who came to make up the defense. He moved laterally, blocking his way like a wall of sighs. His eyes were cold and his arms were spread out, blocking all possible angles for passing and breakthrough. His defensive posture is perfect and experienced. "You can't get through." Qi Chengyong said in English, his voice was low and with absolute confidence. Ye Xun said nothing. He slowed down, raised his head, and glanced at the door. About twenty-five meters, the angle is very small. In everyone's eyes, this was not a field goal opportunity. You should pass back and wait for your teammates. But Ye Xun's [eyesight] completed the calculation in the blink of an eye. Goalkeeper Kim Seung-kyu stood on the left and blocked the upper right corner. In Ki Sung-yong's blocking posture, his right leg is in front and his left leg is trailing behind. There is a tiny, fleeting gap between the two due to their balance. The ball must pass by his legs, fall, and get into the lower right corner. Success rate? Have no idea. But this is the only line that can penetrate the wall of "Qi Chengyong" head-on. At the moment when Qi Chengyong grabbed the block and exerted force on his right leg, Ye Xun swung his right leg. It's not a pass, it's not a sudden move, it's a shot. Tighten the inner instep of your right foot and create a curved ball with strong rotation. The ball left the ground, spun at high speed, and drew a strange arc. It barely missed the outside of Qi Chengyong's right leg, which he raised to block the ball. With a strong drop, he suddenly changed direction in front of the goal and went straight to the lower right corner of the goal. Kim Seung-kyu's line of sight was blocked by Ki Sung-yong, and it was already too late when he saw the ball. He threw himself hard and his fingertips barely touched the ball. However, the ball's power and spin were too strong, and it changed direction slightly, but still firmly hit the net. Uh-huh. The ball went in! "The ball has gone in! Ye Xun! The world is in shock! Facing Qi Chengyong's defense, he forced his kick in a position that was not an opportunity at all! The ball has gone in! The Chinese team leads the South Korean team 1-0 away from home!" He Wei's roar was completely broken, and instantly lit up countless screens in the country. "Head-on challenge! Forcefully break the defense! Ye Xun turned a side kick that was not an opportunity into a fatal blow that tore apart South Korea's defense! The ghost came to the Seoul World Cup Stadium!" Ye Xun did not run wildly after scoring the goal. He stood there, raised his right hand, and pointed his index finger straight at the sky. Then, he turned around and faced the huge red stand that was instantly silent, but his gaze penetrated the crowd and landed on Qi Chengyong's face accurately and coldly. He slowly moved his fingers to his lips. Shh. Silent, but more harsh and insulting than the boos of 80,000 people. The entire Seoul World Cup Stadium fell into an icy, suffocating silence. Qi Chengyong stood there, looking at the ball in the goal, and then suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Xun. The coldness and indifference on his face completely shattered, replaced by a look of shock and rage that was pierced in the face and mercilessly humiliated. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, trembling slightly. Ye Xun withdrew his gaze, expressionless, and ran back to the center circle. In his mind, the word "Behead the General" on the battle order was filled with blood. Anyone who openly attacks a strong man will be destroyed no matter how far away he is. The knife, seeing blood, cuts the heart.

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