A miracle appeared: Zhang Kuang beat five men, sprinted 80 meters, and passed to himself three seconds into the future...

After adding points on January 20, he had 92 left. Over these past ten-odd days, I had saved up more than a hundred points through the flesh-grinding needles every night, goals in several matches, and MVP awards.

So he had 225 Qi and Blood Points to spend.

This hurts so much. Am I really going to spend them just like that?

Do it, do it.

At Zhang Kuang's command, the scores for the six dribbling subcategories began to change:

Basic ball control: 65 → 95

Dribbling precision: 47 → 77

Dribbling speed: 54 → 84

Acceleration and turning: 63 → 93

First-touch transitions: 55 → 85

Movement frequency: 64 → 94

His overall dribbling rating after adding points was 88. That deducted 180 Qi and Blood Points in one go.

Of course, he was not done yet. Zhang Kuang also needed a skill for beating defenders, so he looked at the shop. There was no time to choose carefully now.

He directly spent 40 Qi and Blood Points on an intermediate Stepovers skill. That should be enough to cope.

After the final deduction, he discovered that his balance held only 5 Qi and Blood Points. It hurt.

These damned teammates. Damn them! No, I have to earn these Qi and Blood Points back right away. Damned Grenoble, your Grandpa Kuang is coming. Prepare to die!

Once Grenoble finished celebrating, Zhang Kuang stood at the halfway line and took the kickoff with Jelen. Instead of running into Grenoble's penalty area, he ran toward the edge of his own.

The thirty-ninth minute.

Auxerre won possession in their own half.

Hengbart poked the ball away from Akrour at the edge of the penalty area, and it rolled to Grichting's feet.

Grichting looked up-Zhang Kuang was roaming near the right touchline in his own half, with two Grenoble players marking him.

Normally, from this position and distance, a center-back would not choose to play a long ball to a striker marked by two men.

But Grichting remembered what Zhang Kuang had just said.

Whoever gets the ball, wherever you are-find me.

He played a short pass, sending the ball to Zhang Kuang.

After receiving the ball on the right side of the penalty area, he faced Grenoble midfielder Daisuke Matsui's challenge and sent him flying with a brutal collision.

"Zhang Kuang has the ball! He's on the ball in his own half! First, he barged Japan international Daisuke Matsui aside, then knocked the ball between Grenoble midfielder Laurent Batlles's legs before charging forward and barging Batlles aside too. The ball was near midfield in an instant, and he's driving forward at speed!"

Liu Jianhong's voice suddenly rose. "Two Grenoble defenders are chasing him, but he's too fast! He's hit full speed!

"Flachez, the defender stationed on Grenoble's left flank, immediately formed a defensive barrier, but after a stepover, Zhang Kuang played a straight pass, sending the ball behind Flachez. Ah, but there aren't any Auxerre teammates behind Flachez. This...

"Zhang Kuang, he-he accelerated around the outside! He's as fast as a gust of wind! He caught up with the ball right away and carried it to the left edge of Grenoble's penalty area.

"My heavens, Zhang Kuang passed the ball to himself three seconds into the future! He nutmegged him, then overtook him on the outside and caught up with the ball he himself had passed three seconds earlier..."

"This is the first time we've seen Zhang Kuang beat a man with stepovers, and he's gone on a solo run from his own penalty area all the way to the opposition's! Look, Grenoble's two defenders named David have sprinted back and immediately formed two lines of defense, one behind the other.

"Zhang Kuang didn't avoid them. He started doing stepovers again, then feinted, opened up a shooting lane, swung his foot, and unleashed a thunderbolt...

"The ball traced a beautiful arc and flew straight into the top-right corner of Grenoble's goal! It's in, it's in, it's in, it's in! My heavens, Zhang Kuang has crossed the entire pitch on a solo run and scored a goal like a heavenly god descending to earth..."

"Chinese Zhang used his powerful body to barge the Japan international aside. A nutmeg! He toyed with Laurent Batlles! Facing Flachez, Zhang Kuang started doing stepovers. My heavens, this is the first time we've seen Chinese Zhang do stepovers! A nutmeg! Ah, he overtook him on the outside! He received the ball his self from three seconds ago passed to his self three seconds into the future. My heavens, what-what has happened here?

"Stepovers again! He wrong-footed the two Davids, swung his foot, and blasted it! GOOOOOOOOOOAL!"

France 1's presenter Bart roared with all his might in excitement. That goal was simply too beautiful, too beautiful. There had never been a goal like it in football history: one man going on a solo run from his own penalty area, beating five defenders, then blasting the ball into the net.

It was simply electrifying! Stade des Alpes fell silent for a moment, then the home fans began applauding. The goal was simply too spectacular. Football this beautiful should transcend the divide between friend and foe, so they applauded.

Grenoble's head coach Mehmed stood openmouthed, unable to close his mouth. He was stunned. What kind of godlike figure could score a goal like that?

It's over. Today was clearly supposed to be a brilliant day when I led Grenoble to defeat a stronger side as the underdog, but Chinese Zhang might steal the limelight. First, he scored a worldie from forty meters out, and now he's put on a solo run from outside his own penalty area, beating five men and charging nearly eighty meters to score a spectacular goal.

If Liang was born, why did Yu have to be born too?

God, Allah, why must you humiliate me like this? I only wanted to shine a little, and you brought out a sun to blind me.

My fucking life is miserable. Why does it have to be this way?

In that brief instant, Mehmed felt himself to be an utterly tragic figure, accusing the heavens of treating him so unfairly!

Meanwhile, after a moment of stunned silence, Fernandez immediately erupted in joy. "Shit, shit, shit! Thank God, thank God! Thank God for sending a heavenly god to save me! God, I am your devout believer. Thank you for the heavenly god you sent..."

Fernandez believed that no mortal could score such a divine goal, only a heavenly god, so in his excitement, he began praying right there.

After celebrating with a passionate knee slide, Zhang Kuang saw Fernandez down on one knee praying and cursed viciously, "Fuck! Fucking monotheists are trash! I'm the one who saved you, so what are you thanking God for? You should be thanking me!"

Of course, nobody else could hear Zhang Kuang's curses, because his teammates had already rushed over and piled man upon man on top of him.

Grenoble's entire team was dumbfounded, exchanging bewildered looks. That sense of helplessness... words could not describe it. Was this the shock a superstar could deliver?

"Oh, God, God, I'm so lucky to have seen a miracle like this in person. God, thank you!"

"Fuck, what did I just see? A miracle? Was that a miracle?"

"Zhang, come fuck me, please! Fuck me! Quick, quick, I can't breathe anymore..."

"Zhang, I have a big ass and a deep throat. Come on, hurry..."

All kinds of obscene cries rose one after another from the stands nearest to where Zhang Kuang was celebrating, frightening him into making a hasty retreat.