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

The 1-1 score did not cause panic among the French.

Instead, after a brief period of chaos, this billion-euro luxury warship demonstrated a despairing level of stability.

From the 50th minute to the 75th minute.

The competition turned into a meat grinder.

With a wave of his hand, Deschamps revealed the true fangs of the French team. They no longer cowered, but instead used their overwhelming overall strength to launch a full-court press.

Kante was like a tireless sweeping robot, cleaning up every inch of the midfield pitch; Pogba used his abnormal physical attributes to repeatedly overpower Wu Xi and Zheng Zhi; Griezmann moved like a ghost around the edge of the penalty area.

The Chinese team's goal was under immense pressure.

In the 78th minute, Griezmann took a long-range shot from outside the penalty area, which grazed the post and went wide!

In the 80th minute, Giroud outjumped Feng Xiaoting to head the ball towards the goal, but Zeng Cheng made a brilliant save!

Every defensive play required the Chinese team to expend tremendous physical energy.

"This is too difficult..."

In the commentary booth, He Wei's voice was slightly hoarse, "We are using our flesh and blood to fight against the steel torrent of the French team. This string could snap at any moment."

On the field.

Qin Feng braced his hands on his knees, sweat dripping from his chin onto the grass, where it was instantly absorbed by the dry soil.

His lungs heaved violently like a bellows, and his thigh muscles spasmed with sharp pain. The old injury from the previous match against Brazil began to ache again under the relentless onslaught of the Frenchman.

"Hey, Mr. Golden Globe."

A mocking voice rang in my ears.

Mbappe ran past Qin Feng, deliberately slowing down.

"Are you out of gas? My warm-up is only just finished."

That young figure, with its back turned, was full of an annoying kind of energy.

Qin Feng looked up at the still energetic French team not far away.

On the system panel, the bright red "Exhaustion" warning had been flashing for ten minutes.

Has it really reached its limit?

Qin Feng glanced at his teammates behind him. Zheng Zhi was panting, Zhang Linpeng was limping, and even Wu Lei, who was the fastest runner, was bent over and dry heaving.

Everyone is really... too tired to run anymore.

If the game goes into overtime, the Chinese team will be doomed.

"Since you want to resolve the battle within the normal timeframe..."

Qin Feng closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the depths of the system.

The golden skill icon hovered there silently, radiating an alluring yet dangerous light.

Ultimate Skill: Divine Descent (Gold)

[Warning: Once activated, the host will be in a state of extreme weakness for 48 hours after the match.]

"Activate".

Without any hesitation.

If I lose here, what's the point of keeping this body?

boom!

The instant Qin Feng silently recited the mantra, an indescribable heat, like magma, surged from his heart and instantly flowed throughout his body!

The muscle soreness disappeared.

The burning sensation in my lungs disappeared.

Instead, there is a sense of power that seems capable of tearing through steel!

Qin Feng suddenly straightened up, a golden glint flashing in his eyes.

85 minutes.

France's corner kick attack failed, and Zeng Cheng caught the ball, habitually wanting to launch it long into the attacking third.

But he saw it!

I saw that figure near the center circle, who should have been too tired to run anymore, waving frantically!

"Give me!!!"

Qin Feng's roar echoed across half the stadium!

Zeng Cheng tossed the ball by hand!

The ball flies towards the midfield!

Kante immediately closed in! This diminutive player, known as the "insurmountable obstacle," was ready to use his signature tenacious tackle to steal the ball.

But this time, he ran into a wall.

boom!

Qin Feng received the ball with his back to the goal, and just as Kanté closed in, he suddenly leaned back!

Strength +20%!

Kant felt a strange force come over him, and he was thrown two meters away, landing hard on the grass!

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

That Kanté, who's as clingy as a leech, was actually sent flying!

Qin Feng didn't turn around, but instead flicked the ball into the air!

The ball sailed over Pogba's head!

A lobbed pass to get past the defender!

Pogba tried to reach out and pull him, but Qin Feng had already swept past him like a golden whirlwind!

[Speed ​​+20%!]

Ahead lay an open space.

And there, Mbappe is chasing back!

This is a golden opportunity!

The whole world held its breath!

"Qin Feng!!! He's gotten past Kanté and Pogba!!! He's sprinting!!!"

Mbappe was incredibly fast; he was like an F1 race car, quickly closing the distance with Qin Feng.

He wanted to intercept the ball from the side and behind!

If it were Qin Feng ten minutes ago, he might have been caught up.

but now……

Qin Feng felt the wind rushing behind him. Instead of panicking, he suddenly slowed his pace while running at high speed!

Just as Mbappe stretched out his foot!

Qin Feng slammed the ball forward and to the left with his right foot!

Sudden stop! Spike!

Mbappe, who was sprinting at full speed, couldn't stop! He was like a blue lightning bolt, gliding right past Qin Feng!

"He's outmaneuvered Mbappe!!!"

This isn't just about dribbling past someone! It's about experience completely dominating talent!

Qin Feng accelerated again!

Just outside the penalty area!

France's last line of defense – Varane and Umtiti, the two center-backs – were on high alert!

They dared not press forward, and could only retreat step by step, trying to block the shooting angle.

Qin Feng did not pass the ball.

At that moment, all he could see was that white goal.

28 meters from the goal.

This is not a very good long-range shooting distance.

But Qin Feng suddenly stopped.

He glanced at the absolute dead corner in the upper right corner of the goal.

approach!

One step! Two steps!

His right foot was like a battle axe, carrying the terrifying power of [Shooting +20%], and slammed into the ball!

"Get in...!"

boom!

The sound was like thunder!

The ball barely spun in the air; it was like a cannonball, hurtling straight toward the goal!

Goalkeeper Lloris made a diving save to the side! His movement was executed with the utmost fluidity!

But the ball was moving too fast!

It's so fast it exceeds the limits of human reaction!

boom!

The ball grazed the bottom edge of the post and slammed into the net!

The net was lifted high!

2-1!!!

"World-class goal!!! A celestial strike!!!"

"Qin Feng!!! In the 88th minute!!! He pierced the French goal with a stunning long-range shot!!!"

"A miracle!!! This is a miracle!!!"

The St. Petersburg stadium was completely destroyed!

After scoring, Qin Feng did not sprint.

He stood there, arms outstretched, head tilted back, and eyes closed.

It's like a king receiving the worship of his subjects.

The domineering aura emanating from his very bones made Mbappe, who was not far away, somewhat lose his composure.

Is this... Mr. Golden Globe?

……

2: 1.

All that's left for the French team is stoppage time.

The Gallic rooster has gone mad.

Deschamps brought on every striker he could find. Fekir, Lemar… France launched their final all-out attack.

92 minutes.

France gets a free kick in the attacking third.

Griezmann took the penalty, and the ball curved towards the far post!

Varane leaps high and heads the ball towards the goal!

Zeng Cheng has surrendered!

"You have to hold on!!!"

Just as the ball was about to fly into the goal!

A red figure, like a god descending from the sky, appeared on the goal line!

It's Qin Feng!

After scoring, he actually sprinted all the way back to his own penalty area!

He leaped high into the air!

Use your head!

He powerfully headed away that seemingly certain goal!

boom!

He collided violently with Varane, his brow bone split open instantly, and blood gushed out!

But after he landed, he didn't even wipe himself off; he simply kicked the ball away!

"He's out!!! Qin Feng!!! He's dominated the game on both offense and defense!!!"

The ball flew towards the midfield.

The referee glanced at the watch.

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!!!"

The final whistle blew!

The match is over!

China! 2-1! Defeat the tournament favorites, France!

We've made it to the finals!!!

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

All the Chinese players were running wildly, crying, and hugging each other!

Qin Feng, his face covered in blood, stood in the restricted area, his body swaying slightly.

The golden glow of the skill is fading.

An overwhelming sense of weakness washed over me like a tide.

His vision went black, and he fell straight backward.

"Qin Feng!!!"

"team leader!!!"

Amidst gasps of surprise, Qin Feng's last glimpse into his consciousness was of St. Petersburg's dazzling lights and red flags fluttering in the sky.

so good.

finals.

We're here.

……

the next day.

The global media has run out of adjectives to describe it.

The front page of L'Équipe featured a black-and-white photograph: Qin Feng, his face covered in blood, heading the ball off the goal line at the precise moment it seemed certain to go in. The headline was simply in small print:

After Napoleon, France was once again conquered by one man.

Meanwhile, in Moscow, at the Luzhniki Stadium.

The other semi-final has just ended.

Croatia defeated England 2-1, making history by reaching the final.

Modric, the 33-year-old veteran, was standing on the sidelines, watching highlights of the Chinese team's matches on the big screen.

Looking at Qin Feng lying in a pool of blood.

A hint of mutual appreciation flashed in the Magic Flute's eyes.

See you in the finals, Qin.

He said in a low voice.

This will be the most incredible final in World Cup history.

China vs. Croatia

Two teams that have never reached the final.

Two key figures wearing number 10 and number 7.

Magic Flute VS. Demon Blade.

A rainy night in Moscow is destined to witness a new legend.