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Lu Yang's expression made his feelings abundantly clear.

Arsenal had been flying high this season.

Though they had crashed out of the Champions League early, they were still tearing it up in the league.

In the Premier League, they had slain gods when gods stood in their way, and killed Buddhas when Buddhas blocked their path.

With the terrifying achievement of going unbeaten throughout the Premier League season, they defended their league title and secured Arsenal's second consecutive Premier League crown.

A dynasty had seemingly risen from the ground.

After years of accumulation, Arsenal—the Gunners—had finally borne fruit over the past two years, becoming the king of kings among guns!

But!

If Arsenal could have dragged Chelsea down for another round or two, that would have been immensely beneficial for Barcelona.

Instead, the razor-sharp Moric delivered two assists, crushing Chelsea's delusions.

It also completely freed Chelsea from league pressure, allowing them to focus entirely on the Champions League.

That was why Lu Yang had cursed Moric out a few times.

Of course, jokes were jokes, and talk was talk. This was merely the normal way Lu Yang and Moric interacted.

Did Lu Yang really need Arsenal to tie up Chelsea's attention?

Not necessarily!

Having already overcome Real Madrid, Lu Yang's Barcelona feared no team now.

That was Real Madrid's purpose—an awakening!

Any team that defeated Real Madrid, without exception, saw its players' confidence reach its peak.

That was far too important in football.

Funny enough.

Previously, when Chelsea still had a chance of winning the league, England's media had unanimously written them off.

Now that Chelsea had lost the league title early, England's media suddenly found their courage.

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