The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

Dortmund's central duo, Reus and Götze, shot forward like twin arrows.

The entire stadium erupted in excitement.

Piszczek charged down the right flank to the edge of the box. He was consistently blocked by Abidal, unable to cut inside, but he decisively sent in a cross, moving the ball to the center.

Reus and Götze both converged on the ball, but Busquets got there a step ahead and cleared it.

Dortmund's counterattack once again came to nothing.

The ball landed just to the right of center, outside the Arc Top District.

With Busquets having dropped back and Barça retreating quickly, Pique also failed to get back into position in time. This left a defensive vacuum for Barça in the area outside the Arc Top District.

The only person nearby was the referee, Caser.

"Get out of the way!"

Caser was startled by the shout from behind him and instinctively moved out of the way.

Then, a figure flashed past him like a gust of wind, rapidly closing in on the ball Busquets had just cleared.

Wang Shuo!!

The Hungarian referee also saw Pique chasing Wang Shuo, but he was clearly a step behind.

After sprinting toward the ball, Wang Shuo took a series of quick, small steps to adjust, planted his right foot, and swung his left.

Domain Skill: Blasters, activated!

In that instant, Wang Shuo felt the power from every muscle in his body rapidly converging on his left foot.

The power collected in his left foot, gathering and compressing relentlessly.

Then, the moment his left foot struck the ball like a sledgehammer, it all exploded!

The ball shot out like a rocket with its thrusters ignited, flying at a speed almost too fast for the naked eye, carrying the force of a thunderbolt as if it would tear the very air apart.

With a deep THUD that split the air, the ball traced a graceful arc, like a fleeting phantom, perfectly avoiding everyone in the box before drilling into the top-right corner of Barça's goal.

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"

"He's scored!!!"

"A thunderbolt of a shot!"

"My God, a long shot from over 25 meters out!"

"It's Dortmund's superstar, Wang Shuo!"

"So powerful! So ruthless! Absolutely stunning!"

"This is the magic of football!"

"Sheer power can work wonders!"

"Barça's goalkeeper, Valdes, clearly didn't expect Wang Shuo to suddenly unleash a long shot. He was slow to react and couldn't make the save in time."

"In the 28th minute, Dortmund, who have been on the back foot for the entire match, are the first to open the scoring against Barça!"

"1-0!"

After scoring the goal, Wang Shuo excitedly turned and sprinted toward the sideline.

The other Dortmund players all chased after him and mobbed him in a group hug by the sideline.

But Wang Shuo's mind was filled with pure elation.

'This is the Champions League final!'

'So this is the power of the Domain Skill: Blasters!'

He was able to gather and compress the muscular power of his entire body in a split second, triggering an "explosion" to unleash an even greater force in that one moment.

Unlike all other Passive Skills and Domain Skills, it was more like an Active Skill.

Because Wang Shuo could choose when to use it!

Wang Shuo had been practicing constantly over the past few days, trying to master this Domain Skill as quickly as possible. He had gradually begun to understand its intricacies.

And that was how, in tonight's final, he had unleashed such a satisfying, thunderous shot!

On the sideline, Klopp was ecstatic, celebrating wildly with his signature flurry of fist pumps.

When Wang Shuo unleashed that miracle shot, Guardiola's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"The latest data is in."

"That long shot Wang Shuo just blasted reached a speed of 150 kilometers per hour."

"Good heavens, Valdes should be thanking his lucky stars he didn't get a hand to that. Otherwise, he'd probably have broken his wrist."

"That's what you call violent beauty!"

"A 150-kilometer-per-hour super strike!"

"It's Dortmund's superstar, Wang Shuo!"

Wembley Stadium was a sea of cheering Dortmund fans.

...

Wang Shuo's incredible long shot was a massive blow to Barça's morale.

Although Barça still controlled possession after the restart, their rhythm was clearly off.

Dortmund, meanwhile, played with renewed confidence, sticking to their steady, disciplined game plan.

Klopp's tactics were working.

The midfield stranglehold made it difficult for Barça's passes to get through the middle of the park.

Long passes?

That was simply not a tactic Barça excelled at.

After a few attempts, they went back to short, penetrating passes and back into the quagmire of the midfield battle.

Ultimately, the first half ended 1-0!

Barça was down by a goal.

Back in the locker room, Guardiola angrily swatted the tactics board away. It crashed to the floor with a BANG, and the entire room fell silent.

"What the hell are you afraid of?"

"I told you, press them, get in their faces, fight them for the ball!"

"Fight!"

"Do you understand? Do you even know how to win the ball back?"

Guardiola roared furiously.

At that moment, he was just like an enraged tyrant from a movie!

Everyone in the locker room was scared into silence, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

After his outburst, Guardiola took several deep breaths, fighting to calm himself. He suppressed his anger and dissatisfaction and tried to explain to the players why they had to press up and challenge for the ball.

"Our opponents are playing to their strengths."

"They want to conserve their stamina and use their physicality—their advantage on set pieces—to beat us."

"You know how tough their midfield stranglehold is."