thefictionvixens Chapter 48 12-yard nuclear explosion!
Chapter 48 12-yard nuclear explosion!
"Something's not right..." Jiang Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"I was wondering why the progress value for this new task was ten times less than the previous one where I accumulated 100km."
"At first glance, it seemed pretty simple; I thought it could be done in three or four days..."
He stared at the progress bar showing "Cumulative Sprint Run 0.3km/10km" and fell into deep thought.
This task is completely different from the previous one, which involved accumulating 100km of jogging.
The requirement is that once he starts, he must immediately accelerate to the maximum speed.
No matter how fast he can run now, as long as he reaches his maximum speed, he has made progress.
In other words, it's the state of mind of a 100-meter sprinter during a race.
Jiang Ming even went online to search for it.
Even professional sprinters can only do five or six sets of full-speed 100-meter sprints every day at most.
Any more than that, and the muscles will tire, the nerves will be exhausted, and the body will be overloaded, making it impossible to withstand.
Jiang Ming thought about it and realized that was indeed the case.
Although I have Big B's Iron Man module, I am much more durable than before.
But it's not worth going to such lengths.
He certainly didn't want to suddenly die on the treadmill...
"As expected, this series of quests about the resurrection of the elves is not so easy to fool," Jiang Ming muttered.
Based on his current limits, he'll need to practice for a while longer to reach the maximum progress.
However, he wasn't in a hurry. After all, it was a comeback plan, and the system's support had already made things fast enough.
The recovery speed of an average player is simply not as exaggerated as his.
Jiang Ming suddenly remembered another player.
Paul Pogba.
The French prodigy who was banned for four years due to a doping scandal returned to competition at the age of 33.
At the time, some people thought that with his talent, he could easily recover and make a comeback.
As a result, he couldn't even get into Monaco's rotation, and after playing a few games, he completely disappeared from the scene.
At 33, he was banned for four years and failed to make a comeback.
Looking at his own role model, Ronaldinho is 39 years old, retired for four years, and has even served time in prison.
He has only been back in action for less than a month, and his body has not yet recovered to its peak, but he has already turned the entire European football world upside down.
"This gap..."
Since you didn't turn it off, it doesn't count as being on.
……
Two days of training passed in the blink of an eye.
December 19, 2015, 12 p.m. local time in France.
The 19th round of Ligue 1 saw Troyes host Monaco.
Troyes' form this season has unfortunately run into Monaco's crossfire.
After 18 rounds of league play, they have 0 wins, 7 draws and 11 losses, and are mired in the relegation zone.
For Monaco, this is practically an easy target.
Good news, the other side is really bad.
Bad news: three more players got injured during yesterday's intra-squad practice match.
The starting goalkeeper is Subasic, and the midfielder is Pasalic.
And Cavaleiro, who had just recovered from injury and played only half the game in the last match, is injured again.
Yaldin looked at the injury report and almost smashed the tablet in his hand.
"Damn it! What are you all doing?"
If he hadn't been present throughout the training match...
Otherwise, he would have thought that someone in the team was secretly organizing a boxing tournament.
Fortunately, after this match, Ligue 1 will enter its winter break.
Half a month is enough time for these wounded soldiers to recover.
Yaldin breathed a sigh of relief. This was the last match left; he could grit his teeth and get through it.
The broadcast signal from the sidelines switched onto the field, and in the Lay's Sports live broadcast room, commentator Sun Chen's voice rang out on time.
"Welcome everyone, tune in to Lay's Sports to watch this Ligue 1 Round 19 match. I'm Sun Chen."
"Jiang Ming, whom we were most looking forward to in this match, is also in the starting lineup."
"He has already played for Monaco many times, and his performance speaks for itself."
Sun Chen paused, his tone tinged with emotion: "This is the first Chinese player, after Yang Chen and Sun Jihai, to truly establish himself in one of the top five European leagues."
The chat in the live stream room was already scrolling.
"Here he comes, guys! Jiang Shen's appearance is always a high-scoring game! How about I go for a big 3?"
"I don't think this is appropriate. The water level is too low. It should definitely be increased to 2.75 later! Then we can get on board!"
"The commentator mentioned players who can establish themselves in the top five European leagues..."
"Why didn't you include Fan Zhiyi from Crystal Palace? He was the team captain back then!"
"Hey! Back then, Van Gundy played in the English First Division at Crystal Palace, which is now the Championship, a second-tier league, so it's not considered one of the top five leagues."
……
The players from both teams followed the referee onto the field.
The referee stood near the center circle and glanced at his watch.
As soon as the clock struck the hour, a crisp whistle rang out precisely on time.
The competition has officially begun.
From the opening whistle, Troyes had no intention of engaging in a direct attacking battle with Monaco.
They are all too aware of their own strength.
They simply retreated to their own half of the field and set up a tight defensive formation.
The area near the restricted area line was packed with people, a standard bus stop.
Troyes' manager seemed quite calm on the sidelines.
Even the strongest team will need a long time to break through when facing a well-positioned defensive formation.
But he didn't expect that this steady momentum wouldn't even last three minutes.
The game had just reached the 3rd minute.
Jiang Ming received the ball in the middle, spotted a tiny space on the field, and immediately sent a low, diagonal pass.
The ball precisely found its way into the gap in the flank and landed right at Mbappe's feet.
The moment Mbappe received the ball, he easily dribbled past the two players who came to double-team him.
In the blink of an eye, he shook off all the defenses and faced the goalkeeper one-on-one.
At the critical moment, Troyes' captain, Dabo, immediately came to the rescue.
In a moment of desperation, they rushed up from the side and rear to place the shovel.
The tackle landed squarely on Mbappe's shin, without even touching the ball.
The referee was standing not far away and could see everything clearly.
The whistle blew immediately, awarding a penalty kick.
"Oh, come on!" Dabo spread his hands, still wanting to go up and appeal to the referee.
But to his surprise, the referee didn't pull out a yellow card.
A gleaming ruby God of War card was displayed right in front of him.
Dabo was stunned and couldn't help but swear: "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
The referee explained it to him very clearly.
Mbappe had a one-on-one opportunity with the ball, and he was the last defender.
This tackle directly destroyed the opponent's obvious scoring opportunity, namely DOGSO.
Dabo immediately received a red dot and was sent off.
The live stream chat exploded instantly, filling the screen with comments.
"Holy crap! The War God Card is here! A three-minute red dot attack package?"
"Are you kidding me?! A penalty is one thing, but a red card? Did they bribe the referee?"
"A red card is great! A red card means a high-scoring game is guaranteed!"
"I don't think so. Have you guys ever heard of red cards ruining a game? What if the opposing team parks the bus even more aggressively?"
The fans were chatting enthusiastically when the broadcast camera suddenly switched to the field.
Jiang Ming, holding the ball, stood in front of the penalty spot, looking down and pondering whether the grass beneath his feet was stable.
Commentator Sun Chen couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "What! Monaco actually handed over the penalty-taking responsibility to Jiang Ming?"
"Although Bernardo Silva didn't play in this match, according to the previous penalty-taking order in the team, it should have been Traore or Moutinho's turn."
He paused, a hint of disbelief in his voice: "Could it be that Monaco is telling everyone that Jiang Ming has become the team's new core player?!"
Jardim stood on the sidelines with his arms crossed, leaning against the fence of the substitutes' bench, without making any statement.
This was actually something that had been discussed and agreed upon within the club long ago.
It wouldn't hurt to boost Jiang Ming's stats a bit more.
For every point this kid gains in popularity, the team sells hundreds more jerseys.
As a result, the price of GG sponsorship also skyrocketed.
Yaldin wasn't worried at all that Jiang Ming would miss the penalty.
After all, he was the one who orchestrated Tottenham's comeback in that crucial match.
That mental fortitude is truly impressive.
Taking a penalty kick is nothing to him; it shouldn't be too easy.
Jiang Ming took two steps back, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.
It was as if that man had possessed her.
Charge up, sprint, swing your leg...
12-digit nuclear explosion!
With a "bang".
The ball struck the net with a thud!
Troyes' goalkeeper was far behind.
As he scored the goal, Jiang Ming turned and charged toward the corner flag.
He ran to his position and leaped into the air.
He turned around, landed, and pressed his hands down.
His signature move was shouting out that phrase:
"SIUUUUUUUUUU!!!"