Chapter 615: The Supreme Being

Chapter 615: The Supreme Being

Despite feeling extremely disappointed and dejected, Real Madrid and Barcelona dared not slack off in the upcoming league matches. In the 33rd round of La Liga, the Galaxy Battleship challenged Atletico Madrid at home.

Although Wang Feng still felt some discomfort in his ankle, he insisted on starting the game. He repeatedly limited Falcao's performance and assisted Carvajal in breaking the deadlock in the 34th minute with a direct pass into the penalty area.

In the second half, the Chinese superstar cooperated with Modric and Alonso multiple times, and the Croatian midfielder's long-range shot near the edge of the penalty area widened the lead. In the end, the home team won 2-0 against their city rivals.

Barcelona relied on goals from Messi and Iniesta to defeat Athletic Bilbao 2-1, and the competition continued.

After the regular training session, Ancelotti found Wang Feng and asked with concern, 'The team doctor told me that your foot is still not in good shape. How about not playing in tomorrow's second leg against Borussia Dortmund?' 'Mr. Florentino also fully agrees with this idea. Your health is the most important.'

The staff were rubbing the injured part of the Chinese superstar with a towel. After hesitating for a moment, he firmly said, "No, sir, I don't want to give up before the battle. I will never surrender until the last moment!"

Ancelotti wanted to persuade him again, but when he saw Wang Feng's unwavering gaze, the Italian's heart was lifted. Everyone knew that the Chinese superstar had relied on his determination to come this far, but they didn't know just how determined he really was!

There was no point in persuading him further. Perhaps there was also a tiny bit of hope deep down in his heart, hoping that "Diwangros" would once again show his prowess.

Of course, such hopes were too extravagant. As the game reached the 80th minute, the scoreboard at the Bernabeu still showed two "0"s.

The home fans in the stands were singing the anthem of Real Madrid passionately. Even facing elimination, they had too many reasons not to be too sad.

Coach Ancelotti felt relatively satisfied. To be honest, the Galaxy Battleship played well in this match. Dortmund still maintained a high level of play, but Real Madrid's defense was much more stable than in the previous match. As for the attack, it was understandable that it was somewhat weak.

Seeing that the away team was no longer as aggressive, the Italian coach decided to substitute Wang Feng early. He waved to bring Isco to the sidelines for warm-up.

In the Dortmund coaching area, Klopp had been sitting in his chair discussing tactics for the final against Bayern Munich with his assistant coach for a long time. He didn't even bother to look at the current situation of the match.

So when Dortmund kicked off again, the Galaxy Battleship rushed forward with all their might. For the Yellow and Blacks, who had stirred up a storm of youth, they were strong everywhere but had a fatal flaw—lack of experience in facing sudden changes.

Soon, Khedira lost the ball under the pressure of Modric and Alonso, and the latter, observing the situation, immediately found the Chinese superstar in a distant position.

His subconscious movement seemed to be carved into his muscles. The Spanish midfielder lifted the ball towards the penalty area, and Wang Feng jumped directly from 14 meters away, volleying it as it fell.

The ball drew a rainbow-like arc under the attention of over ninety thousand people, flying past Weidenfeller's fingertips and slamming into the net from the inside of the far post, leaving only him and the surrounding defenders with despairing expressions.

Such a swift shot, even if delayed by a second, they would never give the Chinese superstar a chance to shoot, but Wang Feng left no room for any defensive possibilities.

The home team's frenzy continued. This time, Ramos completed a steal and passed it to Marcelo. The Brazilian ran wildly along the sideline to near the penalty area, forcing a cross from the byline.

Wang Feng jumped high at the near post, outmuscling Hummels to head it towards the near corner. The ball was fast and urgent, slipping into the net before goalkeeper Weidenfeller could reach it.

The fourth goal! Real Madrid equalized! The commentators from various countries who were broadcasting live were already out of words, only able to continuously shout "goal!" until they were hoarse.

In the 89th minute, Modric lofted a ball into the area, but when the Chinese superstar managed to shake off his marker and catch up, the ball had already passed the range of the goal and was nearing the touchline.

But he was still a step too slow to get to the optimal position. With the goal behind him and the ball about to go out, Wang Feng, against all odds, jumped up and used a scissor kick with his right leg to hit it.

Apart from applying force backward, he also deliberately swung sideways slightly to apply spin with the outside of his foot. This was the best he could do with his utmost body control!

The ball didn't disappoint the Chinese superstar's expectations. Under the gaze of over ninety thousand people, it moved in a small arc, flew past the goalmouth, and then hit the inside of the far post, fiercely bouncing into the net!

"What did I just see! Real Madrid scored again, and they actually reversed the score! Wang Feng actually scored a zero-angle scissor kick?! What a divine goal! He single-handedly turned the tide of the game with five goals!"

"More importantly, all this happened within 9 minutes. To be precise, 8 minutes and 22 seconds. I can't calm down anymore. I bet this must be a new Guinness World Record!"

And in the live broadcast room in China, Zhang Jun roared, "Five goals in nine minutes, what do you call that? The Supreme Being?"