The template of Madoka Kaname: I rose from adversity to the summit.

Chapter 100: The Dance of Circles, A Dragon Breaks Through the Gate

Chapter 100 The Dance of Circles, A Dragon Breaks Through the Gate

Ten minutes into the game, the two sides were evenly matched.

Chelsea had a slight edge in possession, but Leicester City defended very well and their players were very focused.

"I feel Conte was a bit careless. Matic is weak in physical duels and couldn't stop Drinkwater's passing."

"Yuan Shen should have a chance."

"Holy crap, there's a real chance!"

"Alonso is no match for Yuan Shen."

"Drinking water guy just shoves it in!"

Yuan Meng made a forward run and the center-back immediately came to his aid.

Oh my, young Ak.

Yuan Meng started with a bicycle kick, then flicked the ball with her left foot, going down the right side.

Ak didn't expect Yuan Meng's first breakthrough to be on the outside, and by the time he tried to catch up, he was already a step too late.

In close-quarters combat, a single step can be fatal.

"Yuan Shen sweeps everything!"

"Vardy is fast asleep on the floor!"

"The referee is blind!"

[Corrupt refereeing!]

[As expected of a Premier League referee.]

[Perhaps they don't want to concede a penalty so early.]

[Upstairs, whose side are you on?]

I stand on the side of justice!

Conte raised an eyebrow.

The opposing player number 16 is more threatening than he appeared in the video; his improvement is a bit too rapid.

He made a few gestures to the interim captain AZP, who then whispered a few words in Kant's ear.

Gradually, the situation began to change.

Yuan Meng felt something was off; it seemed like he was having a hard time catching the ball.

He looked around and saw that only Aké was pressing forward from the penalty area to mark him.

Where did everyone else go?

He glanced back and saw that Chelsea's midfielders and wing-backs had all pushed forward.

High-level pressure?

Xie An saw things very clearly from God's perspective.

"Chelsea's pressing was very effective."

"Leicester City have very few passing options; only Drinkwater's passing is quite accurate."

"The two center-backs and the goalkeeper can also pass the ball, but their accuracy is too poor."

"Judging from the current situation, it's estimated that Yuan Shen will have a hard time getting the ball."

[How come Leicester City is already struggling after only twenty minutes?]

[Long pass!]

[No matter who it is, kick the ball out!]

Ranieri arranged it this way.

Morgan and Huth began trying long passes forward.

"Finally, the ball is here!"

Yuan Meng rushed towards the landing point, where someone was already waiting.

Kanté positioned himself first, trying to block Yuan Meng.

Can it be blocked?

Yuan Meng's physical strength is comparable to Kanter's, and her height is a full 15 centimeters taller than Kanter, which is her biggest advantage.

"Second point! Yuan Shen has the advantage now!"

"Wait a minute, Shinji Okazaki and Jamie Vardy are being marked by the center-backs, and Chadwick Boseman is being blocked by the dropping-back Michy Batshuayi."

"No one's around to help, this is bad!"

Yuan Meng touched the ball, and it was on a forward trajectory.

But neither Vardy nor Shinji Okazaki could get ahead of the center-back and control the ball.

Luis kicked the ball back.

Chelsea won the second ball in the attacking third, Pedro passed it across, and Willian took a shot.

Schmeichel made a desperate save, but the ball still went in.

boom--!

Xie An slammed his fist on the table, denting a small section of it.

Table HP-10

"Hold--!"

"I think I've figured it out now, Chelsea are specifically targeting Yuan Shen's teammates."

"As long as the ball is restricted, Yuan Shen will not be able to get enough possession."

"Conte's move is very risky; if he makes a mistake while pressing high up the pitch, he could easily concede a goal."

"Chelsea really dares to play like this!!!" Xie An gritted his teeth.

Yuan Meng ran to the back to comfort her teammates.

"It's okay, there's only one ball, we can catch it!"

Morgan quickly ran to Ndidi: "You be Danny's (Drinkwater) bodyguard and free him up. We can't be without someone to pass the ball."

Endidi nodded.

He's under a lot of pressure. Chelsea's midfielder Matic has excellent footwork, and he has to keep a close eye on him at all times. Now he also has to act as a bodyguard during attacks, and his stamina is crucial—

"We have to hold on! There's no hope of finishing in the top six in the league, but we have to fight for the FA Cup at least!" Ndidi clenched his fist.

The game continued, but the situation did not improve.

The midfield gap was too large, and Ranieri was helpless.

He planned to maintain the defense and get through the first half, then figure out a solution for the second half.

As he predicted, none of Chelsea's key attacking players started the game. Although they were thwarted by a goal, they still had a chance to hold on.

Yuan Meng looked back and saw that Schmeichel had made two more saves.

This won't do, we need to score!

"Look, Yuan Shen has retreated very deep."

"He does this whenever the team is at a disadvantage."

"A team!"

I'm so moved!

Go Yuan Shen!

The gap between the two teams was too large; though they lost, they still deserve respect.

[Bullshit, the game's only been 40 minutes, you son of a bitch!]

Holy crap, that's really getting straight to the point.

"Here it comes, Yuan Shen steals the ball!"

"Vardy is making a run!"

"Yuan Shen didn't pass the message!"

"He's dribbling forward."

"He's in the backcourt, so why is he the one advancing the ball?"

Yuan Meng knew that Drinkwater Bro wouldn't be able to advance in this game, as Kanté was not someone that could be easily defeated.

So there's only one answer: you have to find it yourself.

Seeing Yuan Meng sprinting, Brother Drinking Water immediately understood.

He quickly ran to the left, trying to keep Kant away from Yuan Meng as much as possible.

"Well done!" Yuan Meng exclaimed with delight, and quickly moved to the midfield.

Pedro approached from the side and intercepted Yuan Meng immediately.

The speed bump is still movable?

Yuan Meng bumped Pedro with her left shoulder, causing him to stumble.

Haha, let's eat exhaust fumes!

"Still dribbling! Yuan Shen is still dribbling!"

"Vardy and Okazaki have started their attack; they've put pressure on the center-backs."

"There's a real chance!"

I don't think about it!

Marcos Alonso made a decisive tackle on the head-on interception!

His every move was being watched in slow motion by Yuan Meng.

Dance of the Circle

[Proficiency: 0→20 (Mastery)]

It's a magical feeling!

Yuan Meng had never had this experience before. He became incredibly focused, and the position of Alonso's center of gravity suddenly appeared in his mind.

He entered "flow" mode for the first time.

Just as the two were about to make contact, Yuan Meng suddenly spun around and avoided the first attack.

His right hand naturally rested on Alonso's side and pressed down.

Alonso felt a tremendous force come over him, his right foot left the ground, and the scenery in his eyes turned sideways.

"Breakthrough by force!"

"Alonso is down!"

"Yuan Shen is still charging!"

"The last one to stand in Yuan Shen's way was Ak!"

"Yuan Shen!!! Get past him!"

Yuan Meng forcefully cut inside, squeezing past Ak who was following up, and took the lead in occupying the inner space.

When Ak pressed his body against hers, Yuan Meng leaned against him.

At this moment, the body achieves a wonderful balance.