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

In the early morning in St. Petersburg, the sea breeze, carrying the salty dampness unique to the Baltic Sea, dispersed the smoke of the previous night's battle in Kazan.

The atmosphere at the hotel where the Chinese team was staying was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

Qin Feng was lying on the physiotherapy bed, with a newly released press conference video playing on his phone screen.

In the picture, only 19-year-old Kylian Mbappé is chewing gum, displaying the nonchalant attitude typical of young people.

When asked by reporters about the "Qin Feng speed," the French genius, hailed as Henry's successor, shrugged and revealed his white teeth:

"Qin? Yes, he's Mr. Golden Globe, he's fast."

Mbappe paused, a wild, aggressive glint in his eyes.

"But I'm ten years younger than him. In the face of absolute speed, experience... might not be able to keep up with my taillights."

"Tomorrow night, I will show him what a real F1 car looks like."

The video ends, the image freezing on that arrogant smile.

"This kid is incredibly arrogant."

Team doctor Lao Wang, who was massaging Qin Feng's thigh, angrily pressed Qin Feng's sore spot, "We fought tooth and nail to beat Brazil in the last game, and they're taking advantage of our misfortune!"

"hiss--"

Qin Feng gasped, cold sweat trickling down his temples.

But he wasn't angry.

Even the corners of her mouth curved into a faint smile.

"It's so good to be young."

Qin Feng rolled over, looking at the ceiling. His eyes didn't hold the anger Old Wang had expected; instead, they held a kind of... hunter's excitement when he saw his prey.

He closed his eyes, and deep within his consciousness, the newly unlocked golden skill panel was radiating a dangerous light.

Ultimate Skill: Divine Descent (Gold)

[Effect: Instantly increases all attributes by 20% for 15 minutes. Side effect: Weakness for 48 hours after the match.]

"Trying to outrun us?"

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Qin Feng grabbed a towel and covered his face, his voice muffled, carrying a chilling ruthlessness.

"Let's see who's chasing whose taillights."

……

May 10st, 20:00.

St. Petersburg Stadium.

This stadium, which can hold 68,000 people, was divided into two distinct halves tonight. One half was the French tricolor flag, and the other half was a fiery red, like the flames of China.

Semi-finals.

China vs. France.

This is also the ultimate showdown between the "new and old generations of speed kings" that has been hyped by media around the world.

Inside the players' tunnel.

The two teams stood side by side.

On the French team's side, Pogba, wearing large headphones, was still swaying his body, while Griezmann was fixing his hair in front of the camera. Meanwhile, Mbappe, standing at the very front, stared unabashedly at Qin Feng beside him, his gaze like a sharp awl.

He's provoking us.

That was the hunger unique to the new lion king when he wanted to tear the old lion king apart.

Qin Feng felt that gaze.

But he didn't turn around; he just looked down and adjusted the bright red captain's armband on his left arm—Zheng Zhi had given it back to him in the last match.

"beep--!"

The referee's whistle sent the two teams onto the battlefield.

From the very first second, the French team displayed the most terrifying aspect of this World Cup champions – breathtaking resilience.

Deschamps' team doesn't need possession. They're like a spring compressed to its limit, shrinking into their own half and generously handing possession to the Chinese team.

This is a trap.

In the 15th minute, Qin Feng attempted to receive the ball in the middle and turn around.

Just as Pogba was swatted away, a dark shadow slid across the grass like a groundhog!

Snapped!

The ball is lost!

Kanté!

This tiny figure, standing only 1.68 meters tall, is like an omnipresent ghost, covering the remaining 30% of the Earth's surface.

"Damn it." Qin Feng stumbled from the impact.

In that instant, the French team's spring... snapped!

Pogba received the ball, and without even looking up, he swung his long leg and delivered a 60-meter low ground pass!

The ball flew like a cruise missile, piercing right through the Chinese team's pressing defense!

"Counter-attack!!! France's counter-attack!!!"

On that vast open space, a blue lightning bolt instantly ignited!

Mbappe!

He started accelerating from near the center line.

The visual impact was simply despair-inducing!

Feng Xiaoting, who was chasing back, tried desperately to pull him back, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Mbappe's shirt before being left three body lengths behind!

too fast!

That's so fast!

That's not playing football, that's sprinting on a 100-meter track!

One-on-one!

Facing Zeng Cheng's attack, Mbappe did not slow down; he could even perform a pendulum motion while running at high speed!

He dribbled past the goalkeeper!

Shot into the empty net!

1: 0!

It took only 7 seconds from the start of the counterattack to the goal.

French fans in St. Petersburg erupted in cheers!

After scoring, Mbappe didn't sprint, but instead rushed towards the corner flag, crossed his arms over his chest, and proudly raised his chin.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping across half the field, and precisely located Qin Feng standing in the center circle.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

provocative.

A blatant provocation.

That's my speed. Old man, can you keep up?

……

0: 1.

They fell behind after just 15 minutes.

This is the difference in raw strength. The French team doesn't need to engage in a drawn-out battle; they only need one counter-attack to deliver the decisive blow.

The Chinese fans in the stands fell silent. The feeling of helplessness at being overwhelmed by talent extinguished their initial enthusiasm like a bucket of ice water.

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, looking at the young, arrogant figure from behind, his face expressionless.

He bent down and tightened his shoelaces again.

"Soon?"

He asked in a low voice.

[System notification: The host has been subjected to a "speed challenge".]

[Passive talent "Wind Chaser" activated: When facing speed-type opponents, the host's desire to win increases by 30%!]

Qin Feng straightened up, walked over to Feng Xiaoting who was still feeling annoyed, and patted him on the shoulder.

Don't look down.

His voice was soft, but unusually calm.

"It's just one ball."

He turned and walked to the center circle, stomping the ball hard under his foot.

"He wants to be faster?"

The playful smile in Qin Feng's eyes vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"Then I'll show him what... true unstoppable power really is."

……

The game has restarted.

After France scored, their defense tightened even more. Kante and Matuidi formed two impenetrable barriers, locking down the middle like two heavy locks, determined to hold onto the 1-0 lead until the final whistle.

28 minutes.

China intercepted the ball in their own half!

Wu Xi didn't hesitate and immediately made a through pass to the front!

This time, Qin Feng didn't wait in the middle lane to be entangled with Kanté.

Like a ghost, he suddenly appeared on the right flank!

That's the defensive zone of Lucas Hernandez, the left-back for the French national team!

Avoid their main force and attack their flanks!

Qin Feng did not stop the ball as it came towards him.

Just as Lucas lunged at him, he deftly flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot!

The ball and the player have passed each other!

Simple! Brutal!

Before Lucas could even stretch his legs, he felt a gust of wind carrying the smell of sweat blow past him!

"Want to get over there? No way!"

Umtiti, who was covering the attack, charged forward like a tank, trying to block the shot with his body!

But Qin Feng had already accelerated!

A 95% fusion of the Kaka template, plus an enraged adrenaline rush!

He suddenly stopped abruptly while dribbling at high speed!

Umtiti couldn't brake in time, and the momentum of his body caused him to slide two meters!

Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng started up again!

Sudden stop and change of direction!

Those movements that put immense strain on the knees were executed with fluid grace by his feet, possessing a cruel beauty!

"It's over!!! Qin Feng beat two people in a row!!!"

"That's where Mbappe was in the corridor just now!!! He's responding in the same way!!!"

He Wei's voice suddenly rose in pitch!

France's defense is in disarray!

Varane had no choice but to abandon Wu Lei in the middle and rush over to cover for him!

In that very instant!

Qin Feng caught a glimpse of the red figure raising its hand in the middle lane out of the corner of his eye!

He didn't take credit for himself!

Just a second before Varane blocked the shooting angle, Qin Feng flicked his ankle!

A perfectly concealed triangular back pass!

The ball skimmed along the grass and rolled precisely towards the penalty spot!

There!

Wu Lei arrived just in time!

Before him lay half an empty door!

Goalkeeper Lloris has already closed in at the near post!

"Attack!!!"

Wu Lei unleashed a powerful shot!

boom!

The ball seemed to have eyes, and it darted into the net!

1-1!!!

"Goal!!! Wu Lei!!! China has equalized!!!"

"Qin Feng!!! Ninety percent of the credit for this goal belongs to Qin Feng!!! He tore apart the French team's ironclad defense with a Kaka-esque long-range run!!!"

After scoring, Wu Lei rushed towards Qin Feng like a madman and jumped directly onto his back!

Qin Feng, carrying Wu Lei on his back, waved his fist at the Chinese fans in the stands.

Then, he put Wu Lei down and turned around.

His gaze swept across the crowd and accurately found Mbappe not far away.

The young French genius looked rather grim at that moment.

Qin Feng did not make any exaggerated celebratory gestures.

He merely raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes as calm as a deep pool.

Did you see that ball clearly just now?

That's what speed is all about.

Both sides are back to square one.