33: Chapter 33 Carlos's Foot Arrives! The Premier League, the Dribbling Demon Has Arrived!

I choose—

My consciousness was like a bowstring pulled to its limit. At the final moment, I decisively "shot" towards that golden option amidst the deep blue, the one with the most explosive radiance, as if it contained the power of thunder!

[Carloss Shooting Power!]

Confirm!

Hum—

There was no earth-shattering sound, but an indescribable, scorching, and domineering torrent instantly exploded from the soles of my feet, sweeping violently upwards along my leg bones, muscle fibers, and blood vessels!

Yu Bai felt as if he had been stuffed into a volcano about to erupt; every inch of his leg muscles, fascia, and even bones were letting out groans of being overwhelmed and greedy, joyful cries!

[Name: Yu Bai]

[Age: 32]

[Speed 65→66, Explosion 53→63, Strength 38→43, Ball Control 75, Passing 84→85, Shooting 58→78]

[Dribbling 91, Tackling 29→30, Heading 28→30, Vision 80, Composure 65, Stamina 61→66]

[Overall Rating 73→80]

[Skills: Beckhams Curve (Star), Demon of Dribbling (Legendary), Carloss Shooting Power (Superstar)]

"Hiss—"

Yu Bai nearly stumbled while running.

80! His overall rating had soared directly to 80!

His Shooting attribute had skyrocketed from 58 to 78 like a rocket!

This span was practically a leap from an EFL League One striker to a qualified, or even excellent, Premier League striker! And speed, explosion, Strength, Stamina... all attributes related to leg power had received either obvious or subtle enhancements.

He could clearly feel as if his legs had been injected with some kind of heavy, explosive "steel bars." His originally light steps had become somewhat sluggish, but every step he took on the turf provided an unprecedented, solid, and power-filled feedback.

"What the f*ck? Why is Yu Bai's running posture a bit awkward?"

"Is he too nervous? His legs look a bit stiff."

"It's his debut, give him a break. It's good enough that he isn't running in a weird gait. (Dog head)"

"He's only 17, and the opponents are all Premier League veterans. If it were me, I might have already collapsed."

"Why do I feel like... he looks a little bit stronger than before? He must have been training hard!"

Yu Bai had no time to worry about his posture right now. He was gritting his teeth to adapt to these legs that felt like they "didn't belong to him" and had suddenly gained explosive power. He tracked back desperately to participate in the defense for the set-piece awarded to the opponent due to Dier's foul.

The intertwining of pain and extreme comfort made his expression somewhat distorted.

The Free kick taken by "Drinkwater" Danny Drinkwater was fast and swerving, flying straight to the back post of the penalty area.

Center-back Wes Morgan outjumped everyone, and just as the ball was about to go out of the byline, he barely managed to head it back into the six-yard box!

Danger!

Shinji Okazaki, the Japanese striker Yu Bai was responsible for marking, appeared like a ghost from an angle, making an extremely agile dash and diving for a header!

"He's lost his man!"

The commentator exclaimed.

Yu Bai was too slow!

All his attention was still on adapting to his surging physical attributes, and his anticipation for this run by Shinji Okazaki, full of Eastern wisdom, was completely lacking!

He could only watch helplessly as his opponent leaped in front of him...

Fortunately!

With a "swish," Shinji Okazaki's forehead missed the falling ball by a hair's breadth! He didn't touch it!

"Ohhhhh—"

A huge sigh of regret and gasps of relief erupted in the King Power Stadium.

Hugo Lloris, who had been broken into a cold sweat, firmly held the ball in his arms.

The next second, the roar of the Tottenham captain and goalkeeper rang in Yu Bai's ears like a thunderclap:

"Yu! Wake up! Are you f*cking sleepwalking?! Watch your man! Use your brain! Use your eyes!"

Hugo Lloris held the ball, pointing his finger fiercely at his own temple, his eyes as fierce as a wounded lion.

Yu Bai: "!!!"

His heart shrank from the shout, and a mixture of lingering fear, shame, and a bit of defiance from having just acquired powerful Strength surged into his heart.

He lowered his head, spat fiercely, and clenched his fists.

Damn it, my fault.

"Lloris is right to scold him! He lost his man completely!"

"The first lesson of the Premier League: lose focus for one second, and you're sent home."

"Yu Bai, pay attention! You're giving away gifts as soon as you come on!"

"The captain is yelling for your own good, remember this feeling!"

"It's over, his mentality won't collapse, will it?"

Transition from defense to attack.

Hugo Lloris quickly launched an attack with a hand throw.

After a few passes, the ball arrived at the feet of Dele Alli in the center.

My good brother did not hesitate at all, not even observing, based on the tacit understanding and absolute trust cultivated during training, he played a diagonal long pass, accurately finding Yu Bai who was in complete open space on the left flank!

Just like in training, left-back Ben Davies did not choose to overlap, but decisively cut diagonally into the rib of the penalty area, leaving the entire left corridor completely to Yu Bai.

Left flank, one-on-one.

Leicester City's right winger, the hero who had just scored, Riyad Mahrez, subconsciously slowed his pace while tracking back.

He glanced at the matchup—his team's right-back, the experienced Belgian international Ritchie De Laet, against that 17-year-old Chinese kid who had just come on and had a slightly awkward running posture.

Mahrez curled his lips imperceptibly.

Letting Ritchie De Laet defend him one-on-one was enough. What kind of waves could a rookie on his Premier League debut stir up? He might as well save some energy and prepare for the next counterattack.

Thus, this Algerian magician contentedly ran a few steps less, stopping near the midfield and leaving the defensive task entirely to his partner.

Ritchie De Laet's thoughts coincided with Mahrez's.

His expression was serious, his center of gravity low. He did not underestimate his opponent because of his youth (after all, being sent on at this time must have a reason), but he certainly didn't take him too seriously either.

17 years old, Premier League debut, no matter how talented, how strong could he be? The physical confrontation and rhythm of the Premier League were worlds apart from the youth team.

On the other side of the pitch, off the ball, Kyle Walker saw this scene and a strange smile, mixed with pity and anticipation, appeared on his face.

Defending Yu Bai one-on-one? May God have mercy on you!

On the sidelines, the Tottenham bench.

Kieran Trippier subconsciously sat up straight, his expression becoming extremely complex.

Sympathy, pity, schadenfreude, and a hint of relief that "it's finally not just me" were intertwined on his face.

The painful memories of being "schooled" back and forth on the flank by Yu Bai in team training sessions were attacking him vividly at this moment.

He looked at Ritchie De Laet's standard defensive posture, which was ready for battle but clearly hadn't realized the severity of the problem...

Kieran Trippier couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead, his mouth twitching, and muttered in a voice only he could hear:

"If nothing goes wrong, Ritchie (De Laet), you're going to suffer a lot..."

He even felt a bit unable to bear watching, but his eyes were fixed on that area, a strange sense of anticipation, witnessing "misery loves company," dominated him.