The Weaver?

Livestream.

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A dense barrage of comments flooded the screen.

-[Awesome!]

-[Explosive!]

-[Did Leverkusen force Li Luo to unleash his full strength?]

BayArena.

Leverkusen's defense was on high alert.

Li Luo gradually understood why the permanent passive, "Dragonfly Skimming," was a kind of inertia—a kind of instinct.

The phantom of the golden bald head turned into specks of starlight and drifted away on the wind.

"Two composed escapes in a row."

"Space has opened up."

"The angle is there."

Almost following his instincts, Li Luo swung his arms and legs.

60 Shooting.

81 Leg Strength.

Chinese Super League Peak Great Perfection Realm.

Bang!

The tens of thousands of fans in the stadium stared in astonishment.

Under the floodlights, the Chinese youngster drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

With textbook-perfect shooting form, he unleashed a thunderous strike!

The football rocketed away.

Leno was still positioned near the near post. By Leverkusen's usual logic, defending a super talent required coordinated work from the entire defensive line...

There was no time to make the save.

The far post shuddered slightly from the impact, followed by the rippling of the white net.

3:2!!!

He scored the moment he came on?

"Beautiful!"

"It's in!"

"Li Luo fluked it in... Li Luo has fired an earth-shattering long-range screamer, helping Wolfsburg pull one back!"

"Unbelievable."

"A nutmeg, a Marseille turn, then a thunderous finish!"

"The perfect blend of elegance and ferocity."

"Will he lead Wolfsburg out of BayArena unscathed?"

The commentators were utterly amazed.

Looking back carefully at Li Luo's sequence of escapes.

Director Zhang did not even dare describe it for a moment: it was as though Li Luo's three touches had shredded Leverkusen's high defensive line.

Li Luo had not expected it to go in either.

Wolfsburg had no tall center-forward.

He was stationed at the very front of the formation, and his teammates had not had time to push up in support.

So he could only take the shot himself.

And it went in by luck?

There was no celebration. The team was still behind.

Li Luo wanted to rush into the net and pick up the ball... but then he saw Leverkusen's ferocious defensive unit.

"Arnold, help pick up the ball. We need to hurry."

"Okay, Li."

Livestream.

The replay showed Wolfsburg's entire attack from different angles in slow motion.

-[So handsome.]

-[A super Marseille turn.]

-[Two goals down—our Luo had no choice but to unleash his full power.]

-[A savior! He scored the moment he came on.]

-[Manager Hecking's strikerless formation—substitute Li Luo was Fabregas, David Silva, and Totti all rolled into one.]

-[Mr. Hecking, take us to Russia.]

-[Atlético Madrid's version of Agüero, known as: "Little Li Luo."]

De Bruyne ran all the way back to the center circle alongside Li Luo.

His expression was excited, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Li, we can definitely come back and take the lead."

"Mm-hmm. Everything is under my control."

Li Luo had watched from the bench for so long that his Spatial Awareness geometric model had already broken down the answer.

He made several gestures toward Wolfsburg's half.

His teammates immediately understood.

Unlike Frankfurt, Hoffenheim, and Everton, Leverkusen's defensive flaws did not need to be found through any great difficulty. Wolfsburg first had to solve the problem of having their rhythm disrupted by the relentless press.

At the sidelines, Leverkusen assistant coach Dino instantly understood the Chinese youngster's gestures.

"Li's signal to his teammates is... to rotate and take turns holding the front of the formation for him."

"He's going to deal with Leverkusen's high press himself..."

On the other side, Wolfsburg's assistant coach said excitedly, "Li also fluked a long-range shot in..."

"What do you mean, fluked?"

Hecking loudly retorted, "Li calculated everything."

Dost on the bench felt the same way. He was not angry about being substituted off. Looking at the Chinese youngster's figure, his gaze was filled with approval. "I'm not good at creating attacks on my own. Li is the true nemesis of Leverkusen's defense."

The match restarted from the center circle.

After Kießling kicked off and passed the ball back, the tempo did not slow.

The defensive line did not drop back.

Both sides' midfielders and forwards quickly surged past the halfway line, their figures overlapping before separating again.

"It's still an all-out attacking battle!"

"Çalhanoğlu's movement, receiving, and passing are all very sensible."

"He keeps turning his head to observe the situation on the pitch."

"Some fans say there are four heavenly kings among the new generation of midfielders: Çalhanoğlu, Pogba, Pjanić, and Li Luo."

"..."

Çalhanoğlu controlled Leverkusen's attacking rhythm.

Moving.

Receiving.

Passing.

He dismantled Wolfsburg's midfield barrier and led Leverkusen's formation forward.

"Under the stars and moon, North Rhine..."

The next moment—

"Oh no, the ball is lost."

"Arnold has finally succeeded in dispossessing Leverkusen's core."

"Beautiful! He passes it back to Li Luo."

"Eh? Li Luo was back. Who would push up to the front of the formation? De Bruyne!"

Li Luo did not launch an attack directly.

He had to wait.

Wait for Leverkusen to unleash their frenzied high press while out of possession.

Snap.

He played it sideways to Guilavogui.

The Atlético Madrid castoff had decent technique at his feet. After spotting Li Luo's run, he decisively sent the ball over.

"Beautiful."

"Li Luo with a One-Touch Passing."

"To the advancing Knoche."

"Gustavo dropped back to fill Wolfsburg's center-back line."

"Both fullbacks have pushed up as well."

The Wolfsburg players understood perfectly, working hard to rotate in tandem, tightening the spaces locally while expanding the passing options on the far side.

The ball's trajectory.

The changes in Li Luo's movement.

Together, they formed constantly shifting triangles.

Leverkusen erupted into a frenzied high press, yet it was like a fist smashing viciously into the sea.

In the livestream chat.

-[The perfect combination of positional awareness, overall vision, field of view, game reading, tactical deconstruction, tempo control, anticipation... every element.]

-[Master.]

-[Good, good, good. The nemesis of the high press.]

-[A stylistic counter!]

-[That was so dangerous. Li Luo almost got intercepted. Why do I feel like the quality of his short passes... isn't very stable?]

-[Then Wolfsburg's teammates must have passed poorly, making it difficult for him to deal with.]

Çalhanoğlu kept running.

He tried to cut off Li Luo's passing connections.

Gradually, he realized.

He seemed to have consistently overestimated the Chinese prodigy's passing weight and passing lanes...

"Why did I guess wrong again?"

"Impossible."

"The quality of his short passes can't be that ordinary."

"Both Guilavogui and Knoche have better short-passing quality than him. No, no—I still haven't fully understood the logic behind his One-Touch Passing and movement."

In the technical area.

Dino was terrified.

Schmidt suddenly rose from the bench, confusion in his eyes.

On the other side.

The assistant coaches were overjoyed.

Hecking gently clapped his hands. "Li thinks exactly the same way I do."

At the BayArena.

The Leverkusen fans were a little furious: they were being played like dogs chasing the ball.

It seemed that in recent years, their natural enemies had been teams led by those genius midfielders who served as the "hub," "weaver," and "thief of time."

Two years ago.

The 10–2 disaster they had suffered on the UEFA Champions League stage still felt as vivid as ever.

Within the Spatial Awareness model.

Li Luo found that he had "drawn in" several Leverkusen players.

Without hesitation.

If he kept hesitating, he could no longer guarantee the stability of his passing and receiving.

Smack!

"It's coming!"

"Li Luo with the chipped pass."

"What incredible vision."

"Leverkusen's high defensive line has been lured out, exposing several gaps."

The ball floated through Leverkusen's midfield screen.

Then dropped onto De Bruyne's toes.

The next moment.

As if it had been given life, it skipped lightly toward the flank.

Wolfsburg fullback Sebastian surged forward at speed, controlling it and driving on in one motion, racing like the wind.

"A third-man combination."

"No offside."

"One-on-one."

"Leno comes out... he's been chipped!"