Chapter 1187 - 283: Boxer Morici (Part 2)

And Morici is only 1.74 meters tall.

But with this kick, Santos was directly sent flying out along the baseline.

He fell to the ground like a shrimp.

He never expected Morici to make such a violent move, one even banned in boxing.

The deafening celebration noise of 129 decibels instantly vanished.

It exceeded the cheers of a jet taking off, but was snuffed out by Morici’s kick.

As if Morici had kicked everyone’s throats.

"You’re freaking crazy!" Santos, after a brief daze, lunged at Morici, swinging his fist as big as a sandbag.

If Santos used 100% of his power when he tackled Lu Yang.

This punch, he used 300% of his power.

The NBA scenes where a referee’s head explodes from a punch — showcasing these giants’ destructive power.

In comparison, Morici was just a normal person.

If this punch landed on him, then he...

Bang!

Just as the fist was about to land on Morici’s face, Talista suddenly rushed in, knocking Santos to the ground.

These two could be seen as contenders in the same weight class.

Talista directly pinned Santos down, restraining him.

Morici was still not satisfied and also rushed in, starting to punch Santos’s face.

He seemed to have gone crazy.

In this moment, he wasn’t a soccer player, but a UFC fighter!

His fists rained down on Santos’s face like a storm.

Apple stood by dumbfounded.

He didn’t know what to do, but he... didn’t want to help Santos.

Whistle!

Whistle whistle!

Whistle whistle whistle!

The Main Referee realized the seriousness of the situation and frantically blew the whistle.

The entire referee team rushed into the field, trying to get control of everything.

Including the field security, who quickly entered the field from the sidelines, ready to intervene!

Most Bayern players were still a bit confused, only Apple opposite Lu Yang and Nikluci behind Lu Yang saw what happened.

San Remo players, like Nikluci, Talista, and Morici who passed the ball to Lu Yang, also saw it.

Melcan rushed over, being a youth-trained general by Bayern, possibly wearing the captain’s armband in the future, he needed to protect his teammates’ safety.

"Don’t go!" Nikluci pressed a hand on Melcan’s chest.

This move caught the attention of many Bayern players and fans.

"He broke Lu’s leg," Nikluci said, "on purpose! Seriously! Very, very, very... serious!"

Nikluci was very angry.

Though he was a Bayern player, he was also a member of the Italy National Youth Team and the national team.

He was also Lu Yang’s teammate!

Melcan was stunned.

This... couldn’t be, right?

Lu Yang wasn’t... made of iron?

But Apple, standing by Santos, hadn’t made a move, which seemed to indicate something.

"What’s wrong?" Robben rushed back from the front field, seeing something was amiss with Nikluci and Melcan.

"Santos’s foul seems a bit serious," Melcan and the other two walked towards Lu Yang.

Other players also gathered around.

Some tried to pull Morici away.

But Morici at this point seemed nothing like his usual wise and rational self.

His fist flailed wildly onto Santos’s face.

Santos tried to fight back, returning a few punches, but most landed on Talista.

With more players gathering, the three were finally separated.

The scene was completely out of control.

In the playback footage, what just happened began to replay.

Everyone clearly saw that Lu Yang had completed the Rabona shot.

Santos was still four to five meters away from Lu Yang.

He could’ve slowed down.

At least, he didn’t need to slide tackle.

But Santos didn’t slow down, instead making a hard, high-speed tackle, sending Lu Yang flying.

The footage didn’t deliberately linger, but everyone saw Lu Yang’s left lower leg being kicked by Santos as he stood as a pivot foot.

Subsequently, Lu Yang’s leg below the hit spot looked like rubber, almost forming a ninety-degree angle with the upper calf!

In the slow-motion, Lu Yang rotated in mid-air, with his left lower leg dangling, even with white, bone-like shards piercing the flesh.

The scene was too brutal; even without a close-up, many people instantly got goosebumps.

Some even threw up immediately.

It’s terrifying!

No wonder Morici went so berserk.

This isn’t soccer.

This is murder!

"Bastard, you bastard!"

Morici was finally pulled away by Fernandez, Lam, Bernulin, and a few others.

But even so, he looked ready to kill Santos.

Most Bayern players raised their heads to watch the screen, understanding the whole story.

Especially seeing Lu Yang’s severe injury, they felt embarrassed to stand up for Santos.

They gathered instinctively nearby, not even standing by Santos’s side or helping him up.

Bayern’s soccer isn’t like Santos’s.

You can use grey methods to benefit the team, but once a goal is scored and the match is about to end, what’s the point of doing that?

Moreover, this isn’t a grey method anymore, it’s a black method!

"Don’t hold me back, I must kill him today!" Morici shouted arrogantly.