Meanwhile, he squeezed past Keita, who was the first to make a move, and dashed forward, swinging his leg.
"Chen Zhong!"
"In front of the penalty box."
"Squeezed past the defender."
"Is he going for a long shot?"
"He takes the shot!"
"Huh?"
Chen Zhong posed as if ready to launch a heavy cannon at the goal, terrifying the Barcelona players into assuming defensive stances like the Eighteen Arhats, trying to block his shot.
However, Chen Zhong's powerful thigh merely feinted past the ball.
Yet with a swift turn, his heel kicked the ball towards Kaka.
Kaka retreated to receive the ball, running diagonally, tugging at Barcelona's sensitive nerves. As the entire formation inadvertently shifted towards him, he played a back-heel pass.
At this moment, Chen Zhong came up to meet the ball.
"Bang!"
It sounded like a dragon's roar, as if the sky was collapsing.
The ball drew a white streak, piercing through the red and blue, and fiercely slammed into the net!
