Manchester United's heir apparent, but can't play football.

Chapter 83: One Man Sweeps Through? (Chinese National Football Team Plot)
The opportunity is here.

The Chinese team quickly pushed their formation forward.

Even ten pigs would know what to do now!
space!

Create space!

One by one, red figures, like flames breaking free of their restraints, surrounded Li Luo, spreading across the Japanese team's half of the field like wildfire.

As Gao Lin sprinted forward, he directed his teammates to widen the attack.

Zheng Zhi maintained a steady speed, positioning himself to protect the space behind Li Luo and providing a point for passing back to him.

The "Big Sword March" resounded from all four stands.

The Japanese team was on high alert, but they were not overly panicked.

Before the match, they meticulously studied all of Li Luo's clips with a "magnifying glass".

Then repeat the targeted training.

This moment was expected.

The entire team immediately abandoned their attempt to counter-press and quickly established a deep defensive line!
Courtside.

Perrin dared not speak.

Translator Zhao, teaching assistant Li, and a group of other staff members watched the green field intently.

The other side.

Aguirre looked excited.

The Japanese coaching staff clenched their fists, their eyes filled with excited anticipation.

We look forward to the research findings from this period bearing fruit on Li Luo's fallen body!
"stop!"

"Stop him!!!"

Japan's full-strength squad playing in Europe will surely crush Li Luo under their feet and destroy the spiritual symbol of Chinese football!

In Li Luo's vision, a golden phantom materialized with the wind.

Blue and white No. 10.

Undisguised arrogance.

Looking down on all living beings.

The ethereal figure, solidified into a tangible form, seemed to exude a strong sense of arrogance, preventing Li Luo from unleashing his full power immediately.
He lifted his right foot, his toes lightly touching the grass, a movement that carried an almost arrogant casualness, yet concealed a precision honed through countless trials.

It was as if he could crush all obstacles in the next second if he wanted to.

Sakai Takatoku seized the opportunity and took the lead in blocking the way.

The Stuttgart defender hunched over, lowered his center of gravity, and tried to concentrate, observing the changes in the Chinese boy's center of gravity.

His eyes revealed a hint of determination:
Arrogant Mr. Li!
The price will be paid soon!

I'm sure I can keep him in check!

During this period, I even dreamed about his breakthrough video while sleeping!
next moment.

Li Luo lightly tapped his left foot and swayed his body slightly to the right. This fleeting feint caused Sakai Gotoku to lose his balance and stumble forward half a meter before falling to his knees.

Like a swordsman skilled in delivering a fatal blow.

Unsheathed.

Put away the knife.

The person collapsed.

The entire audience was stunned!
'Nani? '

Xiao Rizi collapsed heavily onto the grass, his face filled with disbelief: "What kind of ball-touching precision is this?"

It's not over yet!
Li Luo then made a sudden stop, pulled the ball back and turned, calmly dodging Kiyotake Hiroshi's flying tackle from the side.

Accelerate by taking small steps.

Start the sprint.

Qingwu Hongsi looked bewildered, his face full of question marks.

The blue warrior's shoulder armor slowly peeled off.

"He beat two people in a row!"

"Wow!"

Coach Zhang was so shocked he was almost speechless.

How can it be so simple?
Such casual movements?

The skill level of these two young players is far superior to that of the Saudi and Uzbek players.

Why did Li Luo get past them so easily?
Studio.

The barrage of comments flew by.
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【666! 】
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【Awesome! 】
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[His face screams "Invincible!"]

The Japanese teaching assistants were sweating profusely.

Aguirre trembled all over.

In Hannover 96's midfield, Hiroshi Kiyotake's sliding tackle was perfectly timed! Yet, Li Luo easily dodged it?
Not right.

This ball-touching accuracy
This ball feel
The momentum in the rectangular arena surged wildly, reaching its peak, as the red figure sped by!

The Japanese team did not give up.

Someone actively chased after them!

Nagatomo Yuto!

They stomped hard on the grass, putting all their strength into chasing back from the outside.

He tried to physically push Li Luo down.

This top full-back from Inter Milan kept calculating the distance between himself and the young Chinese player.

The distance is very close.

'Li Luo just made two moves to break free; I'll catch up soon!'

Just before they were about to get close.

Snapped!
The Chinese boy gently touched the ball, and it rolled a perfect distance before accelerating with a quick step!
Speed ​​up!
As the camera focused, the advertising billboards on the sidelines became blurry!

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Despair filled Nagatomo's eyes as he helplessly watched the red figure recede further and further away from him.

Was he waiting for me on purpose?

'No, are they waiting for our defense to get into position?'

"No, we're waiting for space!"

'The precision of this touch'

"Another Sakai."

The commentator was speaking incoherently.

Hiroki Sakai!

The starting center-back for Bundesliga club Hannover 96!

I carefully observed Li Luo's footwork rhythm, ball contact rhythm, and the distance of each touch.

I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Slowed down? So arrogant?

What do they take our Japanese defense lines for?

His professional attitude instantly calmed Hiroki Sakai down.

Don't be fooled!

Don't rush to grab it!

We must not easily relinquish our positions!

Blocking Li Luo's path forward!
Further restrict Li Luo's passing connections with other Chinese players!
Followed by.

My life felt like it had been struck by lightning, and I was filled with regret.

A gust of wind passed by.

Amidst thunderous cheers!

As Li Luo accelerated again, he flicked the ball towards the inside with the outside of his left foot, and the ball and Li Luo swept past Hiroki Sakai!

"Wow!"

“Eat it raw!”

"It's over again!"

"Exquisite precision in contact with the ball!!!"

Courtside.

Perrin looked bewildered.

The Chinese coaching staff was dumbfounded.

No one dared to call for Li Luo to pass the ball.

'What kind of ball control is that?'

'Mid lane detonation!'

'This leisurely stroll, this change of direction, this raw consumption'

The other side.

Aguirre's gaze was vacant.

The fervor on the faces of the Japanese coaching staff had long since vanished.

There is still hope!

There is still one last hope!

'Maya Yoshida! '

Stop him!

Maya Yoshida!

Southampton's starting center-back.

In the Premier League center-back position, his overall ability ranks 34th.

I have seen through all of Li Luo's moves.

At this moment.

He still possesses this confidence.

Precise positioning.

They blocked the onrushing Chinese genius.

Asia's ultimate showdown?

Wolfsburg midfielder vs. Southampton center-back?

In an instant, it was as if a spotlight was shining only on the two of them.

In the rectangular arena, tens of thousands of spectators tensed up. The next second, they witnessed an unbelievable scene: Li Luo simply spiked the ball, and Yoshida Maya fell heavily to the ground!

The blue warrior's armor was completely torn apart!

The Southampton center-back's face was filled with terror: Lee Sang's pace, Lee Sang's touch accuracy.
Eiji Kawashima!

The starting goalkeeper for Standard Liège, a strong team in the Belgian First Division, is ready for action.

He is the true goalkeeper of the Japanese team.

On the one hand, they made a blocking gesture.

While observing the changes in Li Luo's foot shape.

The heart is like still water.

'I'm familiar with all of Li Luo's shooting methods.'

Bang~!

The response was a deafening explosion that echoed through the night sky.

Close-range heavy artillery!

80 points in shooting, 86 points in power, Maradona's ball control.

Perfect unity.

Asia's pinnacle, a perfect ending!
Suddenly.

The blue warrior's body was pierced, and he swayed precariously before crashing to the ground!

Kawashima Eiji looked terrified!
"The entire Japanese team was utterly crushed by Li Luo alone!!!"

The football soared high into the net.

1:0! ! !

The whole place was boiling.

Takatoku Sakai, Hiroshi Kiyotake, Yuto Nagatomo, Hiroki Sakai, and Maya Yoshida—this entire main force of the Japanese team that traveled to Europe—fell at the feet of that red-clad figure.

"Pretty!"

"The ball is in!"

"Passed five people in a row!"

"Li Luo dribbles past five players and scores!"

"A great moment!"

"A legendary moment!"

"The ultimate in individual heroism!"

"The net is still swaying slightly. One man's breakthrough, five men's defeat, a solo ballet performed on both feet!"

"Li Luo, fighting alone against the Japanese stars!"

Whether at the scene or in front of the television, the audience was utterly stunned.

So invincible.

A series of breakthroughs that are completely illogical.

A powerful aura that looks down on all living beings.

An unparalleled feel for the ball. The football seems to have come alive, becoming his best friend.

(End of this chapter)