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That lob shot that struck the goalpost was like a thunderclap, but it failed to break through the Croatian defense.

On the contrary, it awakened the resilience of this "King of Overtime".

From the 15th minute to the 85th minute.

The torrential rain in Moscow turned Luzhniki into a muddy swamp, and the final match into a suffocating battle.

The scoreboard showed 0:0, like a boulder pressing down on everyone, making it hard for them to breathe.

Modric is still running.

This 33-year-old, short man, his jersey clung tightly to his thin frame, his face covered in mud. Yet, he remained the master of this quagmire. Every touch, every turn, kept the rhythm firmly under the Croatian's control, like a net woven from lukewarm water, slowly draining the Chinese team's stamina.

The Chinese team was on the defensive.

Even in a disheveled state.

Feng Xiaoting's bandages loosened, and he dragged his injured leg to block the bullet hole; Zheng Zhi was cramping, fell to the ground, was sprayed with some cold spray by the team doctor, and then got up and continued running; Zhang Linpeng repeatedly used himself as a human shield to block Mandzukic's bombardment.

"It was too tragic..."

In the commentary booth, He Wei's voice trembled slightly as he said, "We are using our flesh and blood to bridge the technical gap. This is not just football, this is war."

88 minutes.

The most dangerous moment of the entire game has arrived.

Modric received the ball on the edge of the penalty area. Facing Qin Feng's retreating defense, he made a highly deceptive fake shot, fooling Qin Feng's center of gravity.

Surgical scalpel inserted directly!

The ball pierced through the entire defense!

Rebic broke the offside trap and made a run!

One-on-one!

"Danger!!!"

At that moment, the hearts of 50,000 Chinese fans stopped!

Facing the onrushing Zeng Cheng, Rebic took a shot!

boom!

Zeng Cheng used his leg! At the extreme distance, he blocked the ball with his lower leg!

"That was close!!! Zeng Cheng!!! He saved the Chinese team!!!"

The ball flew out of bounds.

The entire audience was still in shock.

Qin Feng stood in the restricted area, hands on his knees, panting heavily. Rain streamed down his eyelashes and into his eyes, stinging painfully.

"Huff... huff..."

He glanced at the scoreboard.

90: 00.

3 minutes of stoppage time.

"We can't go into overtime," Qin Feng told himself.

Looking at his teammates, Zheng Zhi was already retching, and Wu Lei was starting to stagger while running. If they played another 30 minutes of extra time, the Chinese team would be worn down by these tireless Croatians.

The battle must be resolved within the normal timeframe!

……

92 minutes.

The second minute of stoppage time.

China was awarded a free kick in their own half. The ball was 70 meters from the goal.

This is the last chance.

Zeng Cheng placed the ball on the grass and glanced at the field ahead. All the Chinese players had pushed past the halfway line, even the center-backs had rushed forward.

"Go all out!!!" Perrin roared from the sidelines, his tie ripped askew.

boom!

The ball arced high and flew towards the chaotic penalty area!

That was a last-ditch effort!

The ball didn't land well; it landed just outside the penalty area's arc.

It was a chaotic vacuum.

Both teams' players were entangled in the penalty area, but no one noticed the second ball.

The ball was headed away by Croatian defender Vida!

Seeing the high but not the far!

The ball traces an arc in the air and is falling!

That location...

Qin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted!

He started his run the instant Zeng Cheng kicked off; he was gambling! Gambling on that opportunity amidst the chaos!

At that moment, the falling ball seemed to slow down in his eyes.

The splashes of water from the raindrops hitting the ball were clearly visible.

If the ball is not stopped...

If not adjusted...

Suddenly, images flashed through my mind that I had seen countless times in videotapes in my past life.

A rainy night in Glasgow, 2002.

That man named Zidane sent Bayer Leverkusen home with a spectacular, high-flying kick.

"Now!"

Qin Feng did not stop the ball.

While running, his body suddenly leaned sharply to the left! His left foot, like a nail, dug deep into the muddy grass, allowing him to regain his balance!

Lift your right foot!

The thigh drives the calf!

The lower leg drives the instep!

He was like a bowstring stretched to its limit!

"Get in...!"

boom!

The instep of his right foot struck the middle of the falling ball with great force!

In that instant, the raindrops on the ball were shattered into a cloud of white mist!

A powerful volley!

Do not!

It's a mid-air slash!!!

The ball, like a cruise missile brought to life, tore through the rain curtain of Moscow with a terrifying whistling sound!

No rotation!

Pure power and speed!

Croatian goalkeeper Subasic reacted, but he was devastated to find that the ball was moving like light!

boom!

The ball slammed hard into the inside of the top right corner post of the goal!

It produced a crisp, heart-stopping metallic clang!

then……

It bounced into the net!

1-0!!!

"It's in!!! It's in!!! It's in!!!"

"A celestial being descending from the heavens!!! Zidane possessed him!!!"

"Qin Feng!!! In the final second of stoppage time!!! With an incredible volley!!! He sealed the victory for Croatia!!!"

"We are the champions!!! Team China is the World Cup champion!!!"

He Wei went crazy in the commentary booth! He ripped off his headset, screamed at the air, and was in tears!

on the field.

After scoring, Qin Feng did not sprint.

He maintained his shooting posture, staggered a couple of steps after landing, and then stood still.

He opened his arms and tilted his head back.

He let the heavy Moscow rain wash over his face.

At that moment, it was as if time stood still.

Then, a red wave engulfed him!

Wu Lei, Zheng Zhi, Feng Xiaoting... all his teammates rushed over like madmen, pinning him down! The substitutes and coaching staff all stormed onto the field!

And not far away.

Modric stood with his hands on his hips, staring blankly at the still trembling net.

That was the closest he ever came to winning the World Cup.

Only a few centimeters.

Only a few seconds.

But he lost.

They lost to a man named Qin Feng.

They lost to a miracle that could not be replicated.

……

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!!!"

Referee Pitana blew the final whistle!

The match is over!

China defeats Croatia 1-0!

They lifted the World Cup trophy!

This is history for Asian football! This is a miracle for world football!

Luzhniki Stadium was completely transformed into a sea of ​​red! Fifty thousand Chinese national flags were waving, and eighty thousand people were singing "The March of the Volunteers"!

Qin Feng was tossed high into the air by his teammates!

Once! Twice! Three times!

He is the king!

He is the only king in Moscow tonight!

……

Awards ceremony.

The rain was still falling, but no one left.

When FIFA President Gianni Infantino handed the gleaming World Cup trophy to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng took a deep breath.

This trophy is heavier than I expected.

He turned around, facing his teammates and the whole world.

"We are the champions!!!"

He raised the trophy high!

boom!

Golden confetti flew everywhere!

Fireworks light up the Moscow night sky!

At that moment, a system notification sounded in Qin Feng's mind.

[Congratulations, host, on completing the ultimate mission: "The Final Chapter of Ragnarok"!]

[Obtain the unique, god-tier reward: "King of Football Aura"!]

Qin Feng smiled.

He looked at the World Cup trophy in his hand, then at the dejected figure of Modric walking away in the distance.

This is football.

Cruel, yet captivating.

……

Post-match, mixed zone.

Hundreds of microphones were pointed at Qin Feng.

"Qin! You have made history! What do you want to say most right now?"

Qin Feng wiped the rain off his face and looked at the camera.

There was no ecstasy in his eyes, only a calm that comes from having experienced many hardships.

"I wanted to say..."

He paused, a faint smile curving his lips.

"This is just the beginning."

"The era of Chinese football has only just begun."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving only his back view.

That figure, though somewhat frail, appeared incredibly tall at that moment.

Like a mountain.

A mountain that no one can cross.