34: Chapter 34, 80 overall rating: Debut rampage, one kick stunned Schmeichel.

Yu Bai received the ball, turned, and faced Ritchie De Laet.

No fancy Step-over, no complex feints, not even a noticeable pause.

In an open space like the flank, facing a one-on-one defense, does one really need to think before using his 91-rated Dribbling to get past someone?

Hesitating for even a second would be an insult to the legendary predecessor, "Little Bird" Garrincha!

He dribbled the ball, charging straight towards Ritchie De Laet! His strides were slightly heavy due to his newly acquired strength, but his step frequency remained extremely fast.

Ritchie De Laet was experienced; he first took a cautious step back to maintain a safe distance, observing Yu Bai's footwork and center of gravity.

Just as Yu Bai entered his predicted "tackle range," a flash of light appeared in Ritchie De Laet's eyes—now was the time!

He lunged forward, his right leg like a predatory viper, swiftly and cunningly poking at the ball at Yu Bai's feet!

This move of "taking a step back and suddenly rushing to tackle," using rhythm differences to bully young players, had always worked in the Premier League!

However, as fast as he was, the changes in Yu Bai's feet were even faster!

At the very moment Ritchie De Laet reached out, Yu Bai made an extremely subtle twist of his supporting ankle while running, a barely visible shoulder drop of his upper body, and simultaneously flicked the ball gently to the front right with the outside of his right foot!

It wasn't a change of direction, but a sudden leap in rhythm and a deception of the center of gravity!

Ritchie De Laet's surefire tackle only kicked air!

And Yu Bai had already brushed past his side like a white breeze!

Clean, crisp, and even carrying a touch of effortless ease.

"He got past him! Yu Bai!" the commentator exclaimed.

"WTF?!"

Ritchie De Laet was shocked to his core; he felt he had clearly judged the timing correctly, but the opponent's foot frequency and that bizarre change in rhythm made his tackle look like a clown!

He hurriedly twisted his body to chase back, but it was already too late!

"Great dribble!!"

"Beautiful! Past him in one step!"

"Ritchie De Laet was dribbled past like a wooden post!"

"Mahrez, look back! Your teammate just got destroyed!"

"This dribble has some substance! Simple and effective!"

Charging into the penalty area! Leicester City's defensive system reacted quickly.

The massive frame of center-back Robert Huth stood like a wall in front, and the newly substituted, terrifyingly high-coverage NGolo Kanté had also quickly moved into position to cover. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, attempted to close in on Yu Bai for a pincer attack.

Inside the penalty area, Harry Kane was raising his hand to ask for the ball, and Ben Davies was making runs.

But Yu Bai's gaze swept quickly; all Passing lanes were tightly sealed.

Do it himself!

In that split-second gap before Huth and Kanté could complete the "closing of the door," Yu Bai gently tapped the ball inward, using the subtle change in rhythm to force his way through the almost non-existent gap between the two!

Robert Huth's massive frame and NGolo Kanté's precise tackle were both 0.1 seconds too slow!

"He got past again!"

"He dribbled past three people in a row!"

"This loach-like attribute!"

"Can't even stop him with two people closing in?"

Found an angle! Left side of the penalty spot! The Shooting space was fleeting!

Yu Bai didn't make any adjustments, not even fully swinging his leg back.

With his center of gravity still leaning forward, relying on his newly acquired memory of explosive leg strength, his right leg acted like a whip ready to strike. His lower leg swung extremely covertly and quickly, using the inside of his right foot to fiercely curl the rolling ball!

A violent "curling shot" that combined brutal power—from the "Carloss Shooting Power" bonus—with the intense spin of "Beckhams Curve"!

Bang!!!

A dull, heart-stopping explosion suddenly erupted in the noisy stadium!

It wasn't the sound of an ordinary shot, but more like the roar of a heavy cannon hitting an iron plate!

The ball turned into a blurry white shadow, carrying an inward-curving arc and terrifying initial speed. It didn't rise high off the ground, but with an overwhelming force, it headed straight for the far corner of the goal!

Leicester City's goalkeeping god, Kasper Schmeichel, this champion goalkeeper who had seen countless big occasions, had already started moving the moment Yu Bai found the angle.

But when he saw the ball's path and made the diving motion—

It was too late!

The ball was too fast!

From the moment the ball left Yu Bai's foot until it flew into the six-yard box, the time was breathtakingly short!

Kasper Schmeichel's body had only just stretched halfway, his arms hadn't even had time to fully extend, and he could only watch helplessly as that white light whistled past his hands, carrying the breath of death, and slammed fiercely into...

Bang!!!

Another even more earth-shattering loud noise! The entire goal seemed to be trembling!

The far post!

"Oh my god—!!!"

The commentator and all the fans in the stadium let out an unbelievable exclamation together.

With thunderous force, the ball slammed heavily into the inside of the far post, emitting a loud noise that made everyone's heart tremble, and then rebounded back into the six-yard box at an even faster speed!

Ben Davies, who had just rushed up, faced this ridiculously fast rebounding ball and had no time to adjust. In his haste, he subconsciously extended his foot to tap it...

"Whoosh—"

The ball flew high over the crossbar and toward the stands.

"Ah—!!!"

Yu Bai clutched his head with both hands and let out a roar of extreme pain toward the sky!

He was too excited, too eager to try out this "Carloss Shooting Power" combined with "Beckhams Curve," so he had applied too much force!

As a result, the power was enough—the ball speed and power probably stunned Kasper Schmeichel—but the arc and accuracy... still lacked finesse.

"Awooo—!!!"

On the sidelines, Mauricio Pochettino and the entire Tottenham bench collectively clutched their heads and jumped up, their faces filled with extreme regret and shock!

Just that little bit!

The post!

The damn post!

"Holy Shit!"

On the Leicester City bench, manager Claudio Ranieri was so shocked that he stood up directly from his seat, his glasses sliding to the tip of his nose. He opened his mouth wide, looking at the Chinese teenager clutching his head with a look of unwillingness, as if he had seen some kind of monster.

Assistant coach Steve Walsh turned his head sharply to look at Shakespeare next to him, whose face was flushing red and then turning pale. The look in his eyes clearly said: "Now, do you know who this nobody is?"

Shakespeare's eardrums were buzzing from this earth-shattering shot, and his face felt burning hot.

He swallowed, unable to utter any more stubborn words, and could only mutter: "This... this Shooting power... damn it... was kicked by a 17-year-old kid?"

Looking at Yu Bai's terrifying shot, which hadn't gone in but was enough to shock the entire stadium, only one thought remained in Shakespeare's mind:

"Damn... you really can't underestimate young people... where the hell was this monster trained!"

Arsenal: Are you polite?