Football: Start with the Kaka template, dominate the football field!

Time: October 2026, 7.

Location: Metropolitan Life Stadium, New Jersey, USA.

Event: 2026 World Cup Final.

This is Qin Feng's fourth World Cup appearance.

At 31, his stubble was thicker than before, and his eyes were more somber. But to outsiders, this should be the twilight of the "Qin Feng era."

After all, no one can stay young forever.

Except for God.

……

At the pre-match press conference.

Kylian Mbappé, the French national team's star player and three-time Ballon d'Or winner, wore a baseball cap and spoke with an air of excitement at finally "making it through."

"Qin? He's a legend. I grew up watching him play."

Mbappe smiled, but that smile concealed a knife.

"But football belongs to the young. A 31-year-old's body can't keep up with the pace of a 27-year-old. That's the natural order of things."

"Eight years ago in Russia, I lost to experience. Today, I will use absolute speed to take that trophy back."

The reporters in the audience nodded frequently.

The data doesn't lie. In this World Cup, Mbappe scored 8 goals and reached a peak speed of 36.5 km/h. While Qin Feng's awareness remains top-notch, his running distance is 10% less than four years ago.

Everyone thought: God is old.

……

In the locker room.

Wu Lei (34 years old), now a veteran, is getting injections in his knee. Zhang Yuning and Wei Shihao, players in their prime, look at Qin Feng, who is sitting in the corner with his eyes closed, with eyes full of dependence.

"Brother Feng."

My legs were shaking with nervousness. "Mbappe's situation... is too fast."

Qin Feng opened his eyes.

For a moment, the air in the locker room seemed to freeze.

On the system panel, the golden text still shone brightly:

[Body functions are stagnating... Current state: 24 years old (peak period).]

"quick?"

Qin Feng stood up and stretched his ankles. His joints made a crisp popping sound.

"In this world, there is only one thing that moves faster than time."

He pushed open the locker room door, and the sunlight was blinding.

That's me.

……

"beep--!"

The final match has begun!

The French team made no attempt to probe. Mbappe, Dembele, Camavinga... this group of players with dark skin and terrifying explosiveness charged at the Chinese defense like a pack of cheetahs.

15 minutes.

Mbappe receives the ball in midfield.

Facing the no-longer-young Zhu Chenjie, Mbappe passed the ball directly to himself three seconds later!

Eat it raw!

The visual impact was simply despair-inducing.

One-on-one!

1: 0!

France is in the lead!

Mbappe rushed toward the camera, made a "grandpa with a cane" celebration gesture, and then pointed at Qin Feng in the center circle.

provocative.

Commentators around the world are lamenting, "Qin Feng is getting old; he can't catch up with Mbappe anymore."

……

is it?

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, looking at that arrogant figure from behind.

He smiled.

He laughed like a villain.

"System, remove the restrictions from 'Health Mode'."

[Command confirmed. Peak full power output.]

boom!

A dormant power awakens from every cell.

30 minutes.

China intercepted the ball in their own half.

The ball landed at Qin Feng's feet.

At that moment, Mbappe had just returned to his defensive position. He looked at Qin Feng in front of him with disdain, preparing to use his physical advantage to intercept the ball.

Qin Feng did not pass the ball.

He looked at Mbappe, and suddenly—

start up!

No feints!

No fancy techniques!

It's about passing the ball into the space behind Mbappe!

A 70-meter sprint!

Mbappe paused for a moment, then chased back at full speed!

"Trying to outrun us? You're insane!" Mbappe roared inwardly.

Two figures were speeding down the side road!

For the first ten meters, Mbappe could keep up.

Twenty meters, Mbappe gritted his teeth.

Thirty meters...

Mbappe was horrified to discover that the figure that should have been "old" was actually getting further and further away from him!

Further and further away!

That's not the speed of a 31-year-old! That's the speed of a 24-year-old, or even more terrifying!

"How is that possible?!"

Mbappe swung his arms with all his might, but he felt like he was chasing a beam of light!

Qin Feng glanced back.

That look in his eyes was cold, domineering, and arrogant.

"Faster, Killian. I can't even hear your footsteps anymore."

Qin Feng accelerated again!

Shake them off completely!

Cut inside!

Facing French goalkeeper Maignan, Qin Feng calmly slotted the ball home!

1: 1!

The entire room fell silent!

Then came a volcanic eruption of cheers!

"Reverse aging!!! This is reverse aging!!!"

"Who says he's old?! He's even faster than he was in Moscow eight years ago!!!"

……

This was just the beginning of a nightmare.

In the second half, Qin Feng completely took over the game.

In the 60th minute, he withstood the double attack from Chuameni and Camavinga with his back to goal and scored with a bicycle kick!

Physical confrontation: S-rank!

In the 85th minute, he unleashed an unstoppable powerful shot from 40 meters outside the penalty area!

The ball is traveling at 150 km/h!

Shot power: S-level!

3: 1!

hat trick!

The moment the final whistle blew.

Mbappe slumped on the grass, looking at the man who was still breathing heavily, his muscles sculpted perfectly.

He was in despair.

He outlasted Messi and Ronaldo.

But he discovered that the mountain in front of him had not weathered away; instead, it had become an insurmountable Himalayas.

After the game.

In the stands.

Marco Reus, now retired and sporting a full beard, sat next to Erling Haaland, who was still playing football.

"That's insane." Harland shook his head, chewing on a carrot. "I'm starting to lose my hair, and he hasn't even gotten a wrinkle?"

"Because he is God."

Reus smiled and took a sip of beer.

"God does not grow old."

……

Awards ceremony.

Qin Feng lifted the World Cup trophy for the fourth time.

Reporters rushed up to interview them.

"Qin! You're already 31 years old, and you're still maintaining your peak performance. What's your secret? When do you plan to retire?"

Qin Feng wiped the gold paper scraps off his face.

He glanced at the camera, then at the longing Mbappe in the distance.

Qin Feng smiled.

He carried the trophy on his shoulder, leaving behind a silhouette that made strikers all over the world feel despair.

"Retire?"

"Let's talk about it when someone can catch up to my taillights."

"But I think... we'll have to wait another ten years."

P.S. Goodbye! This book has come to an end. Qin Feng's story has ended, but another book, "Max Level Midfield," whose story begins with the Red Devils' savior, continues.