Green Dragon

Chapter 392 Walking the horse wildly for 70 meters!
Run, run, run!

Neymar's legs seemed to have lost consciousness, he just ran crazily towards the red figure in front of him mechanically.

But the distance between the flames was getting farther and farther.

Can't catch up?
Can't catch up? !

Neymar's heart is also burning angrily like a flame!

He started chasing from the front of the Chinese team's penalty area, but until he entered the Brazilian team's half-court area... there was still no possibility of catching up!
Walking Neymar 30 meters? !
This humiliation... how can I bear it? ! -
But what if he doesn't bear it?
He couldn't catch up with Long Shute who was dribbling wildly with the ball!

Not to mention the flying shovel from behind, even if he took off his sneakers and threw them over, he might not be able to hit the opponent...

Hey?
Neymar couldn't help blinking.

The flame suddenly stopped? !
How is this going?
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"Long Shute's hurricane rush! Brazil was defenseless in the midfield! He crossed the midfield! Huh?"

Zhang Bin's voice was clearly unrestrained, and everyone could feel the emotion of surprise and doubt:
"He stopped? Could it be that the repeated sprinting strained the muscle?"

"That's...too bad!"

Zhang Lu couldn't help opening his mouth, but he could only say one sentence.
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Make you crazy!
Make you arrogant!

Let you dare to intercept my Rainbow Extraordinary!
Serve it right? !

Neymar couldn't restrain the ecstasy in his heart, he accelerated again and rushed towards Long Shute!
I will have no mercy on you!
I will trample him to the ground!

Then kick you into the abyss again! -
Neymar has clearly seen the number "8" on the back of the red jersey and the four letters above the number:

"LONG".

Although he is Brazilian, he has also studied English for a few days, so he knows the meaning of this word.

Very long, very far.

But this distance is not far away, he is already within reach.

As long as you stretch out your right leg in the next second, you can steal the ball from under his feet!

Then attack again!

Neymar rushed forward full of confidence. He was about to stretch out his legs and poke the ball away from Long Shute's feet, but the red figure suddenly shook!
At this moment, the face of the Brazilian demon seemed to be hit by a violent storm, and there was a burst of burning pain!
It's just a stone's throw away!Just within half a meter of your fingertips!

That flame... just started to burn and move forward like this!
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"what's going on?!"

The commentator in the media box was going crazy.

They didn't know why Long Shute stopped for half a second just now.

The single midfielder Romulo was thrown away by him at the beginning, while the back line retreated at the same time... At least no one in the area between seven and eight meters could hinder him, why did he stop?

Judging from his speed up again, there is nothing wrong with his body, because his impact is still so fast!Still like lightning!
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Neymar was only half a meter away from touching the ball, but he failed in the end.

How could he be willing? !
The furious flames burned fiercely between his chest and abdomen, and his legs were full of strength again!
The cold air was swallowed by him in big gulps, rushing along the trachea to the lung lobes, the blood seemed to be boiling!
run!
run!
run!
The speed that had already reached the limit was broken through at this moment!

Neymar squeezed out all the potential in his body!
Even if his legs are so cramped that he can't get out of bed after the game, even if there is a possibility of muscle strain, even if his legs are pulled too far...he doesn't care!

For this victory, he fought hard!
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In the wide and flat London Olympic Arena, nearly 60 spectators watched a sprint race over [-] meters.

There are obviously 20 other players on the court, but they behave like the background, automatically filtered by everyone into gray and white...

There were only two figures running wildly at high speed.

A streak of red, like the scorching sun above the nine heavens.

A streak of yellow, like gilt under the setting sun.

Gold is dazzling, but...how can it compete with the sun? -
Brazil's defense finally stopped retreating. Silva stopped at the front of the penalty area. He knew that this was the last line of defense. As the captain of the team, he had to stop the opponent!

Although he has moved to the Ligue [-] upstart Paris Saint-Germain, he is a little far away from the mainstream European football, but the battle-tested Silva has not forgotten his rich experience.

He doesn't need to shovel Long Shute's leg with the power of thunder, there are teammates behind him, as long as he can slow down Long Shute's advance, the task will be considered complete!

But Long Shute refused to slow down!

He slanted the ball forward and accelerated again while running wildly!
After he wiped into the penalty area from Silva's side, the world's top central defender couldn't even catch his jersey!

Neymar, who witnessed this scene, was completely desperate.

He didn't even have time to stop, so he collided with the captain of his national team!
Rolling on the grass, he could only watch helplessly as Long Shute pushed lightly from one meter away, and the football scraped the turf and flew into the far corner of the goal!
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"2-0! In the 70th minute, the Chinese team took advantage of a counterattack to make another victory! Long Shute scored twice!"

Zhang Bin raised his arms and shouted in the live broadcast room:
"Look at this attack! This is still the ultimate embodiment of Long Shute's personal ability! It's a single-handed defense against Neymar! It's a single-handed long-distance attack! He once again proved with facts that even the world's top defensive players, In the face of his unparalleled speed, it is useless!"

"Although we all know that speed is Long Shute's sharpest weapon, every time we see him break through the opponent's entire line of defense by himself, we still can't help feeling overwhelmed. Just like the saying in the movie Kung Fu, the world's martial arts, Invincible, only fast can't be broken, Long Shute used extreme speed to smash the seemingly indestructible defense line of the Brazilian team to pieces..."

Zhang Lu muttered to himself, then suddenly smiled:
"Hey, I took the wrong commentary."
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"Hahaha……"

Thick steam rose from the mouth and nose, and the throat seemed to be filled with chili peppers, and every breath was a hot tingling pain.

The blue veins on his thighs were pulsating slightly, and one muscle became visibly stiff.

Wei Wei tried to lift her right foot, but it didn't move at all as if a heavy weight was tied to it.

As the heir of Samba football with excellent physical coordination, Neymar has never felt that his body will not obey the command, but at this moment, he has nothing to do.

He could only look at Silva with pleading eyes, and let the big brother pull himself up.

Then he saw a red figure standing in front of him, he straightened his legs subconsciously, but a feeling of soreness, numbness and pain immediately spread all over his body, and he couldn't help shivering a bit.

Long Shute glanced at his embarrassed opponent.

He didn't celebrate in front of Neymar to piss off his young rivals.

He just shrugged his shoulders slightly, and then smiled:
"Ha ha."

The corners of Neymar's eyes suddenly turned red!

This laughter spread into his ears, but it made him feel harsher than ever before!
Scoring such a crucial goal, killing all the prestige of Brazilian football, and slapping me, a super genius who meets once in 50 years, in the face...you just laughed?
Shouldn't you be celebrating?

Sliding kneeling, roaring, front flips, double flips, kicking corner flags, kissing the camera, shooting submachine guns, blowing kisses to the stands... Even if you slap me in the face in front of me, it is much better than such a sinister laugh Bar?
At least... that means you're excited, right?

But now...you just say "hehe" with a half-smile, what does that mean? !

Beating my Brazil team...isn't it cause for celebration? !

What could be more humiliating than this? !

(End of this chapter)