Soccer: If they're using these kinds of cheats, what's the point of training?

Bruno kicked off, but possession was lost to Auxerre in less than half a minute.

Pedretti received the ball in the backfield and looked up—Zhang Kuang had already reached the front of Brun's defense and was entangled with the opposing center-back, Briand.

Bruno's formation was compact, with four defenders lined up in a row and two holding midfielders protecting the edge of the penalty area, attempting to use their numerical advantage to block Auxerre's passing lanes.

But Pedretti is no ordinary defensive midfielder.

In the 3rd minute, he received the ball in midfield. Buryon and another center-back, Pedro, were both marking Zhang Kuang, but Zhang Kuang suddenly dropped back, creating two steps of space. Pedroti delivered the ball to his feet with surgical precision.

Zhang Kuang received the ball with his back to goal, and Buryon immediately closed in.

Physical confrontation.

Breyon, standing at 1.86 meters tall and weighing 83 kilograms, was not an easy defender to bully. But the moment he closed in, he felt like he was facing a wall.

It's not steel reinforcement; it's a wall made of poured concrete.

Zhang Kuang remained completely still.

He flicked the ball with his left foot, shifting his weight slightly, and Brion instinctively followed suit—but Zhang Kuang's next move was even faster.

He flicked the ball with his left foot to the back of his right heel, then spun around abruptly!

A beautiful backheel turn!

Breon was left behind and could only reach out to pull him back. But Zhang's speed had already increased, and his arms were like cast iron; Breon couldn't hold on at all.

"A wild turn! Brion's been left behind!" Butt's voice suddenly rose. "He dribbles into the penalty area—and shoots!"

bang——

He unleashed a powerful right-footed shot with the instep, heading straight for the near corner. Bruno's goalkeeper, Fabri, instinctively extended his right hand, his fingertips barely managing to deflect the ball out of play.

Corner kick.

"Wow—" Dugarry exclaimed from the broadcast booth, "That was a very high-quality shot!"

"His first touch," Butt analyzed, "receiving the ball with his back to goal, turning, getting past his marker, and shooting—it was all done in one smooth motion. It doesn't look like the performance of an 18-year-old making his debut."

Zhang Kuang got up from the ground and expressionlessly brushed the grass clippings off his body.

He gave Pedretti a thumbs-up, a gesture that was quickly captured by the broadcast cameras.

"He and Pedretti already have a good understanding," Dugarry said. "The timing of that pass and the running route just now weren't impromptu; they were practiced."

The corner kick was taken, and Birsa sent the ball into the center of the penalty area. Grihitin challenged for the header, but the ball went wide of the post.

Brun's goalball.

7 minutes.

The same script played out again. Pedretti intercepted the ball in midfield and launched a long pass to Zhang Kuang. Zhang Kuang held off Buryon, chested the ball down, and just as it fell in front of him, he passed it to Olic, who was making a run down the wing.

Olic went down the wing and crossed the ball.

The ball flew towards the far post of the goal.

Zhang Kuang started his run in the penalty area. His explosive first step left Briand completely unable to keep up, and by the time he reached the landing point, he was already a body length ahead of Briand.

Take off.

His arrogant legs propelled his body into the air like springs, and with a twist of his waist and abdomen, the ball struck him squarely on the forehead.

The ball hit the ground, bounced, and was tackled by Fabri.

Although no goal was scored, the entire Abe-Deschamps stadium let out a unified sigh, followed by enthusiastic applause.

"That jumping ability..." Dugarry shook his head in the broadcast booth. "That jumping ability isn't at the level of Ligue 1. That's at the level of a top Premier League center forward."

Watching the replay, Battl noted that Zhang Kuang was clearly more than half a head taller than Buryon in the air: "His timing, core power, and heading technique are all very solid. This new signing from Auxerre looks like he's not simple."

The camera panned to the sidelines, where Fernandez stood with his hands in his pockets, expressionless. But his assistant coach, Stefano, was already getting restless, standing on the sidelines shouting something.

In the 15th minute, Zhang Kuang once again created a deadly situation.

This time it's a high press in the attacking third.

Bruno defender Pedro received the ball on the edge of the penalty area. He hesitated for a moment, and Zhang Kuang surged forward from the side. Pedro hastily passed the ball back to the goalkeeper, but his pass lacked power, and Zhang Kuang sprinted at full speed—

Fabri rushed out of the penalty area and cleared the ball with a long kick. The ball flew away, grazing his toes.

Almost.

Zhang Kuang stopped, put his hands on his hips, looked at the ball flying away, and shook his head.

"His fighting spirit is also very good," Dugarry commented. "He's not the kind of player who waits for the ball; he's willing to do the dirty work."

"And he's really fast," Bart added. "In that sprint just now, Pedro was completely left behind."

In the 20th minute, Olic broke through on the right wing and crossed the ball again.

Zhang Kuang was sandwiched between Brion and Pedro and couldn't jump, but he used his body to shield the two behind him, and the ball hit his shoulder and bounced out of bounds.

When Buriyong landed, he staggered a step, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Zhang Kuang changed.

What kind of training is this kid doing?

In the 25rd minute, the opportunity finally arrived.

Pedretti received the ball in midfield, and Brun's two defensive midfielders rushed up to press him, but he used a simple feint to get past the first man and then delivered a precise long diagonal pass.

The ball flew to the right wing.

Olic made a high-speed run and controlled the ball near the sideline. He glanced at the penalty area—Zhang Kuang was lurking near the edge of the box.

Olić did not hesitate.

He pushed the ball forward with his left foot, then lobbed it up with the inside of his right foot.

The ball drew a beautiful arc, bypassing the defender at the near post and flying towards the center of the penalty area.

The rampage has begun.

He first made a feint towards the edge of the penalty area, and Buryon followed with a step. With that one step, Zhang Kuang's ankle suddenly twisted, and he shot like an arrow towards the far post of the goal.

Brion was left behind. Pedro tried to catch up, but the arrogant man was too fast.

Take off.

His powerful legs propelled him into the air once more. This time, his altitude was unprecedented—his core strength fully extended his body in mid-air, like a taut bow.

The ball has arrived.

He met the ball with his forehead, not with a light touch, but with force.

The power of the header comes from the waist and abdomen; the powerful waist and abdomen unleash amazing power at this moment.

A tomahawk header.

The ball hurtled towards the bottom right corner of the goal like a cannonball. Fabri made a save attempt, but the ball was too fast and hit the net before his fingertips could reach it.

1: 0.

Bart almost cracked his voice in the broadcast booth: "This new signing is pretty fierce... ah, GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!"

Arrogant! Arrogant! This new Chinese signing, Zhang Kuang, has scored! His first professional goal! A superb header!

The stadium erupted in cheers.

The 24,000-seat Abe de Schäfer Stadium seemed to be ablaze with cheers, applause, and whistles, all merging into a single wave that surged into the winter sky.

After landing with a rage, he saw the goal and quickly ran to the corner flag. He flicked his hands backward, leaped into the air, turned 180 degrees in mid-air, and as he landed, swung his hands backward in a smooth motion—

"Siu————!"

A roar erupted from his chest.