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Chapter 412 Li Ji Faces a Crisis Where He Must Score

Shark stood in front of the soccer ball, shaking his head and swaying like a lion dancer. His whole body was full of feints, giving the illusion that he could even shoot with his tongue.

The Royals' defenders and goalkeeper were rushing towards him from both in front and behind.

Shark suddenly stood up and unleashed a powerful right-footed shot.

With a "bang," the football was launched like a cannonball.

Goalkeeper Cudo opened his arms wide and bravely blocked the ball, but it still slipped past him.

All eyes were focused on the football flying at high speed.

The commentator excitedly exclaimed, "Could it be Hamburg, the team that was not favored by everyone before the match, who will score the first goal?"

Looking at the soccer ball, Li Ji was extremely excited: Could it be that we are really going to create a miracle?
The Royals players were all on tenterhooks.

With a loud "bang."

The football hit the crossbar and bounced upwards out of bounds.

All the audience members breathed a sigh of relief.

In the blue-clad stands, a white man wearing a Royals jersey was extremely annoyed, sighing and pounding his chest in frustration.

The surrounding Royal fans glared at him with hostility.

He quickly explained, "I'm also a Real Madrid fan. I was so excited when I heard they were coming to play here yesterday. After getting drunk, I placed a bet on Real Madrid to win 11-0. But when I woke up, I realized I'd made the wrong bet. I bet on Hamburg to win 10-1. The odds were 2000 times higher."

The woman next to me said in surprise, "You're not really planning to make 6000 times your money, are you?"

The older brother said with a long face, "At least I have something to rely on. 2000 euros is my monthly salary."

Everyone expressed their sympathy.

Next to the older brother sat an elderly man wearing glasses, who was watching the game through binoculars.

He also occasionally used a tablet to take notes.

The gambling gambler leaned over to peek: "Uncle, what game are you playing?"

The old man turned off the tablet: "This is not a game, I am a scout, this is my work data, it is not convenient for me to show it to you."

"This Hamburg team even has scouts coming to watch."

"Of course not. I came to see the young players from the Royal team. I thought they would have a chance to play in this kind of match, but I didn't expect the Royal team to field their full strength. But this player named Jama was very interesting. His running style was unheard of, but he was surprisingly fast, and his strength was unparalleled. He is quite an exciting player."

The commentator breathed a sigh of relief: "That was close! Hamburg almost took the lead. It seems miracles don't happen so easily. But Royals also need to take this incredibly fast player with his unpredictable running style seriously."

"Wait a minute, the game seems to have been paused!"

On the field, the referee was forced to stop the game.

Because the Royal team's goal crossbar was severely deformed after being shot by Shark, the entire crossbar was visibly bent.

Staff had to enter the field to replace the goal.

Royals goalkeeper Coutinho looked at the deformed goal with lingering fear. He even noticed that the distance between the goal and the baseline was more than ten centimeters.

This means that Shark's shot not only bent the crossbar, but also shook the goalpost backward by more than ten centimeters.

This was the first time in Curry's career that he was thankful he hadn't made a save; he couldn't imagine how much damage it would have caused if the ball had hit him.

He stared at the crawling figure, recalling its terrifying speed and power, and couldn't imagine what kind of monster it was.

During the brief pause in the game, everyone started to rehydrate.

Just as Li Ji picked up the water bottle, Dai Lulu ran over excitedly.

Airplane-shaped ears, copper bell-shaped eyes, and breath nozzle.

When the three-piece set was complete, Li Ji sensed a sense of crisis.

"Li Jimiao! Why didn't you pass the ball to me, meow?"

Li Ji, hiding behind the goalpost, explained: "The game was too intense, and the enemy's pressing ability was very strong. The midfield space was tight, and there were wolves all around. If we weren't absolutely sure, it would be difficult to pass the ball to you."

Dailu frowned: "I don't understand a word, meow."

"To put it another way, it means you're too bad; passing it to the other side is worse than passing it to you." "Lee Ki-myo!"

Dailu lunged at Li Ji with bared teeth and claws, and the two ended up wrestling in front of the goal.

"Li Ji, if you don't pass the ball to me next time, I'm going to go to the other side and snipe."

"It's a deal, double happiness!"

Delulu was stunned: "Are you sure you want to lose me, your powerful brain and midfield maestro, meow?"

Li Ji held her hand tightly: "You mustn't go back on your word."

"You want me to leave? I'm not leaving, meow!"

"No, hurry up and go to the other side. Go and replace Manelli!"

Seeing Li Ji's eager gaze, Dai Lulu snorted and turned to leave as if nothing had happened.

Li Ji sighed, "What a pity."

The game continues.

Royals quickly launched several sharp attacks.

Hamburg's amateur defense was like paper; it could be easily breached with just a few passes.

Within just ten minutes, the Royals had seven one-on-one chances against the goalkeeper.

Lee Ki watched helplessly as his opponent faced him, while the fat John strolled breathlessly 15 meters away, and Milia was left far behind.

He can only rely on himself.

Fortunately, his brain, comparable to that of a computer, and dynamic vision far exceeding that of an average human became his most solid weapons.

He took into account factors such as his opponent's footwork, dominant foot, and center of gravity.

Those high-speed shots that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve seem like they're played in slow motion to him.

In addition, they secretly increased the length of their arms and legs when no one was looking.

He lunged forward with his hands and kicked with his feet, making high saves and blocking all seven seemingly certain goals.

Lee Ki's perfect save brought the entire stadium to a boil.

The male commentator, Cook, excitedly exclaimed, "He made another save! Oddo is simply a god descended from heaven! He has now saved eight one-on-one chances. The Royals' most prized goal-scoring ability can only look on in awe before him!"

The scout in the stands kept taking notes on his tablet.

"Goalkeeper Oddo's positioning was full of holes, his stance was uncoordinated, his hand shape was completely wrong, and his saves were disastrous. But he was able to save sure goals, which was simply unbelievable."

On the field, Manelli gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Li Ji.

He couldn't understand how someone with completely amateur skills could always make perfect saves, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

Lee watched as Manelli walked up to him, the other man's head resting on his chest.

Manelli looked up at him in surprise: "Have you grown taller?"

No, you must have misread it.

Manelli clearly remembered that his opponent was only a head taller than him before the match, so how did he get taller and taller as the match progressed?
Just as Li Ji was feeling guilty, Manelli in front of him suddenly started running back.

He sensed something was wrong, turned around, and saw that the opposing team's number 8, Romagnoli, had already dribbled into the penalty area.

Another one-on-one opportunity.

No, this time it's even more tricky. Manelli has already run into the gap behind him, and the two of them are now in a pincer movement.

If Romagnoli simply chooses to pass across Manelli, it's a guaranteed goal.

A sure goal in the true sense.

(End of this chapter)