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Chapter 413 Dailulu's brilliant pass was dismissed as luck, infuriating her to the point of cursing.

Manelli kept waving to Romani on the other side.

The entire audience held their breath once again.

The commentator exclaimed excitedly, "A golden opportunity! If Romani crosses the ball across, Manelli will have an open goal. No matter how miraculously Oddo performs, he can't stop this shot!"

Li Ji used his two external eyes to keep a close eye on Romani's every move, while his other eye, hidden within his disguise, turned behind him and locked onto Manelli.

If Romani crosses Manelli, he will have to turn and make the save. Given the physical structure of humans, no one can complete the save in time before Manelli shoots.

If he were facing Manelli, Romani could easily shoot.

If you are facing the middle of the Second Middle School, it is the most foolish choice, as you will not be able to see the whole picture and will not be able to block out enough angles.

But I am not from Earth.

Romani passed the ball across to Manelli, delivering a precise pass to Manelli's right foot.

The ball speed was just right, allowing Manelli to shoot without stopping the ball, all in order to score a goal as quickly as possible.

Everything was exquisitely crafted, like a work of art.

Manelli takes a shot.

The football flew towards the bottom left corner of the goal, and Li Ji was facing away from the football, 8 meters away from the corner.

Li Ji watched as the football flew towards the corner of the goal.

He pushed off the ground with his left foot and slid backward as if in space, executing a magnificent split, his back toe poking the soccer ball and firmly sticking it to his big toe.

Manelli collapsed to his knees, clutching his head and staring wide-eyed: "What is this? Acrobatics or magic?"

Romani, standing nearby, was also stunned: "Is this something a human could do?"

The entire stadium erupted in a deafening roar.

"My grass!"

Commentator Cook has shouted excitedly countless times.

"This is outrageous! Odo is like a piece of chewing gum! Is this even a human being capable of? I didn't even see how he flew out and then caught the ball with a split."

"The most impressive thing is that Manelli's incredibly fast shot was stopped perfectly with his toes. It's almost impossible to stop a shot like that, let alone do it with your toes under such circumstances. His footwork is on par with world-class players. No, even the players on the Royals couldn't pull it off. Who would believe this is a semi-professional goalkeeper!"

Li Ji picked up the soccer ball and stood up. He glanced at the situation on the field and saw a person waving and running forward.

"It's you!"

He tossed the ball to the man with one hand.

He was too excited just now and didn't see who the person was, but he regretted it the moment the ball flew away.

"Why is it Dailulu? Oh no, they're going to shoot again."

Dailu smiled broadly as she ran forward, waiting for the soccer ball to land.

In front of her was Adu, number 6 of the Royals, a tall and strong black player.

He was rushing towards Delulu, trying to steal the ball from her.

The commentator analyzed: "Hamburg launched a hasty counter-attack, and the ball will most likely be received by a Hamburg player. However, Adu is also pressing very hard. At this distance, the Hamburg player only has one touch on the ball before being subjected to Adu's fierce attack."

"As the world's best defensive midfielder, Adu's coverage area and impact are unparalleled. He has won possession more times than any other player in Europe, earning him the nickname 'The Black Tank.' Hopefully, the Hamburg players' slender builds can withstand his impacts."

Dailulu scanned the entire field with her purple headband, and a set of player positioning analysis charts appeared in her field of vision.

The football AI began operating at high speed. Countless parameters, such as wind speed, friction, personnel movement simulation, and force analysis, filled Delulu's field of vision.

"My eyes are blurry, meow! What should I do, meow?"

The AI-powered football brain arrives at the optimal solution.

"Based on the distance between the two sides, the unidentified black creature on the other side will gain possession of the ball 0.63 seconds after you touch it, so you must complete the action within 0.6 seconds."

"Based on the movement trajectory of everyone on the field, Mang Ershao will have a 3-meter space around him to receive the ball in 1.74 seconds. Therefore, the ball must be passed to his right foot at that moment, and he must be in a side position to receive the ball. In this way, he can get past the defender in the fastest way and have a one-on-one opportunity with the goal."

"Therefore, you need to use your right foot to swing as shown in the picture, applying a shot to area 43 of the ball—"

Delulu cried out helplessly, "What is the 43rd district of the ball, meow! The ball is coming, you can't act on your own, meow!"

"Automatically taking over the host's legs."

Suddenly, Dailulu's feet seemed to stop on their own. Her left foot came to an abrupt halt, while her right foot gently kicked the falling ball.

Adu, charging towards the ball, confidently raised his foot, ready to block it.

But the football, with an extremely strange trajectory, bounced lightly on the grass and grazed past his foot.

The football rolled and bounced on the grass, somehow passing through four intercepting players and heading straight for the young master's right foot.

All the players could do was watch the football intently.

The commentator said somewhat bewilderedly, "Hamburg's Steve made a hasty pass, a bouncing ball with a bizarre trajectory, and luckily managed to get past four defenders."

While listening to the live commentary, Delulu roared furiously on the field, "It's not luck, meow! This is my skill, meow!"

Her voice was drowned out by the shouts of the fans.

All you could see was her hands on her hips, shouting at the commentary booth.

Commentator Cook smiled knowingly as he watched the screen: "Steve is calling out to his players, signaling them to run faster and not waste such a good opportunity. I have to say, that pass was incredibly lucky."

"It's not luck, meow!"

Young Master Mang took a running start, ready to receive the ball at any moment.

Uru was watching him closely.

Uru charged toward Mang Ershao, confident that he could use his body and speed to easily break the ball the moment it touched him.

The moment the ball reached Mang Ershao's feet, just as his right toe touched the ball, a large black leg rushed over, and Uru's foot was about to poke the ball.

In a flash of inspiration, the young master Mang Ershao lightly flicked the ball with his toe, avoiding Uru's dark and strong thighs.

The soccer ball landed squarely on his folded back, and the numerous muscles in his spine clamped inward, firmly holding the ball in place.

He carried the soccer ball and ran straight toward the goal.

The entire stadium was stunned once again.

I've seen people kick the ball, head it, or cover it with their jerseys, but I've never seen anyone carry the ball on their back.

The commentator was stunned: "What kind of advanced dribbling move is that? Back-to-back ball! But it doesn't seem like a foul!"

Uru fought hard to catch up, his face full of question marks.

"This team is acting strangely today!"

(End of this chapter)