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Starting as a Defensive Midfielder at Real Madrid

Chapter 167 - 189: Offensive Talent Skyrockets — The Giants Are Drooling Over Leon · Nov 11, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: You Were Given the Chance, and You Blew It! 2026-11-11
152 Chapter 152: Dortmund Should Be Thanking Us, and Ajax Owes Man City a Bow Next Match 2026-11-11
153 Chapter 153: So I Heard Atlético Wants to Rise Up? 2026-11-11
154 Chapter 154: Good Thing These Two Aren’t on the Same Team—La Liga Would Be a Nightmare 2026-11-11
155 Chapter 155: With Pintus on Our Side, Attrition Battles Are Real Madrid’s Home Turf 2026-11-11
156 Chapter 156: The Champions League Round of 16 Is Set—Real Madrid Sets Sights on a Sixth Title 2026-11-11
157 Chapter 157: “Light of Asia” Sparks Idol Frenzy in East Asia 2026-11-11
158 Chapter 158: Guardiola in Meltdown—Is Barça in Trouble? 2026-11-11
159 Chapter 159: Kid, If You Go to Barça, I’ll Just Keep Beating You 2026-11-11
160 Chapter 160: Alright, I Admit It—Li Ang Does Want the Ballon d’Or 2026-11-11
161 Chapter 161: Triple-Front War or Cautious Double-Line Focus? 2026-11-11
162 Chapter 162: One Path Up Mount Hua—All In for a Double Title Defense 2026-11-11
163 Chapter 163: You Mock Arsenal for Their Top-Four Obsession, but They’re Really Not That Weak 2026-11-11
164 Chapter 164: Wenger: Who Wouldn’t Want to Sign Li Ang? 2026-11-11
165 Chapter 165: Playing Against Technical Teams? That’s What We Do Best 2026-11-11
166 Chapter 166: Their Will Is Shattered—Arsenal’s Dao Heart Has Collapsed! 2026-11-11
167 Chapter 167 - 189: Offensive Talent Skyrockets — The Giants Are Drooling Over Leon 2026-11-11
168 Chapter 168 - 167: A Burned-Out Barça Falls in the Second Half of the Season 2026-11-11
169 Chapter 169 - 168: El Clásico IV—A Slumping Barça Meets a Red-Hot Madrid 2026-11-11
170 Chapter 170 - 169: Farewell, Barça! Madrid’s Real Target—Wipe Out the Premier League! 2026-11-11
171 Chapter 171 - 170: We Said We’d Crush Your Midfield—and We Meant It 2026-11-11
172 Chapter 172 - 171: Three Champions League Games—Li Ang Proves His Worth Completely 2026-11-11
173 Chapter 173 - 172: Time to Calculate When Madrid Can Clinch the Title Early 2026-11-11
174 Chapter 174 - 173: All-In—Madrid Is Going All-In for the Title! 2026-11-11
175 Chapter 175 - 174: Fat Tiger’s First Appearance for Madrid, Li Ang: “That’s My Brother.” 2026-11-11
176 Chapter 176 - 175: Dortmund’s Twin Engines Useless Before Li Ang 2026-11-11
177 Chapter 177 - 175: Dortmund’s Twin Engines Don’t Work Against Li Ang 2026-11-11
178 Chapter 178 - 175: Dortmund’s Twin Engines Are Useless Against Li Ang 2026-11-11
179 Chapter 179 - 176: A Midfielder Can’t Just Drift with the Game — Total Domination in Attack and Defense, That’s the Core Shield! 2026-11-11
180 Chapter 180 - 177: Shameless but Effective Tactics — Real Madrid’s All-Out Bombardment Squad 2026-11-11
181 Chapter 181 - 178: Give Me Leon, and Real Madrid Loses 2026-11-11
182 Chapter 182 - 180: The First All-German Derby in a Champions League Final 2026-11-11
183 Chapter 183 - 181: After This Makeup Match, We’re Having Our Championship Celebration Banquet 2026-11-11
184 Chapter 184 - 182: Championship Night! If You Want to Keep Climbing, You Need to Learn to Be More Selfish 2026-11-11
185 Chapter 185 - 183: Before We Drift Apart, Let’s Build the Mourinho-Era Madrid Dynasty 2026-11-11
186 Chapter 186 - 184: The Most Star-Studded Champions League Final in Nearly Two Decades 2026-11-11
187 Chapter 187 - 185: Can You Guess If I’m a Bluff or the Trump Card? 2026-11-11
188 Chapter 188 - 186: Robbery + Müller + a Classic Target Man — This Is Peak Bayern 2026-11-11
189 Chapter 189 - 187: We Are the Legend — Long Live Mourinho’s Real Madrid! 2026-11-11
190 Chapter 190 - 188: I Don’t Want Money, Sir — I Want to Be the Leader 2026-11-11
191 Chapter 191 - 189: Offensive Talent Skyrockets — The Giants Are Drooling Over Leon 2026-11-11
192 Chapter 192 - 190: The End of Mourinho’s Madrid — Leon and the Battle of Six Giants 2026-11-11
193 Chapter 193 - 191: We Are Chelsea Now—The New Kings of London! 2026-11-11
194 Chapter 194 - 192: Huge Potential, Plenty of Questions—But Mourinho’s Ready to Unleash a Youth Storm! 2026-11-11
195 Chapter 195 - 193: A Brother’s Call and Zlatan Lands at the Bridge! 2026-11-11
196 Chapter 196 - 194: A System? Leon Is the System, Offense and Defense Alike 2026-11-11
197 Chapter 197 - 195: The Calm Little Lion and the Beast Zlatan 2026-11-11
198 Chapter 198 - 196: Guardiola vs. Mourinho Returns to the Premier League! Matić Closes the Summer Transfer Window 2026-11-11
199 Chapter 199 - 197: Creating a Goal from Kickoff—Little Lion, Are You Actually Going All-In?! 2026-11-11
200 Chapter 200 - 198: From Unpredictable Enigma to Super-Sub? Watch My Belgian Mini-Tank Explode! 2026-11-11

After Mendes finished his first private meeting with Florentino Pérez, he didn’t leak a word about Leon possibly leaving Real Madrid.

Negotiations were still ongoing, and for now, both parties were acting as though things were proceeding normally. Leon remained in Madrid, waiting for Florentino’s final answer.

From both a rational and emotional perspective, Leon had never considered leaving Madrid as his first choice.

He had already proven himself here. This Real Madrid was tailor-made for him—a team perfectly suited for his development and hungry for even greater glory.

All Leon wanted was simple: a commitment.

His bottom line? Two seasons. If, in that time, he proved himself worthy of the Ballon d’Or, then Real Madrid would have to invest every available resource into helping him reach the top of world football.

Had it been any other player making such demands, Pérez would’ve scoffed, dismissing them without a second thought.

”You don’t have the right to bargain with Real Madrid.”

But this time, it was Leon making the request.

Leon was willing to share China’s booming market with Madrid, but in return, he needed the club to firmly choose him as their ”future.”

Pérez, who had spent years forcing others to pick sides, was now being cornered himself.

And while waiting for his inner circle’s analysis comparing the future of Leon and Ronaldo, Pérez couldn’t help but recall every detail of that meeting.

He should’ve been angry at some of Leon’s more direct demands. But the truth was, he couldn’t be.

He found himself liking Leon’s confidence. His transparency. His hunger for greatness.

Still, the internal reports delivered to Pérez forced him into deep hesitation.

On paper, Ronaldo had always been a complicated figure for him.

Pérez loved his market appeal and star power, but hated his arrogance and endless demands.

But after the past two seasons?

Even Pérez had to admit it.

Cristiano Ronaldo was Real Madrid’s most recognizable figure. In Mourinho’s system, he had become football’s undisputed number one.

One report was blunt:

”Cristiano Ronaldo will go down as one of football’s top five all-time greats. Based on his physique and discipline, he could maintain peak performance for another five years.”

Another read:

”Leon is undoubtedly the most popular and promising central midfielder born in the 1990s. But his brilliance lies in defense—and that could limit his evolution into a true global megastar.”

Both reports now sat plainly on Pérez’s desk.

And he understood the biggest hurdle in Leon’s rise wasn’t skill—it was popularity.

In China, sure, Leon would surpass Ronaldo’s fame in a few more years.

But on the global stage? Not yet.

Position matters.

Leon had just completed a transformation from defensive mid to a B2B dynamo. How could he compete, popularity-wise, with a striker who scored 50+ goals per season?

And would Leon definitely grow into a Ballon d’Or-level midfielder?

Pérez was a businessman.

He couldn’t risk everything on a promise.

He had to think in trends. In probabilities.

And deep down, his instincts already leaned toward Cristiano, even if he didn’t always like him.

Ronaldo was unmatched—a global phenomenon, a walking scoring machine, a brand all on his own.

Still, Pérez didn’t want to give up China’s market, either.

His solution? Have it all.

Madrid’s recent dominance had given him the confidence to try.

He believed Leon was just being emotional—short-sighted, perhaps. Once Mendes calmed him down, the storm would pass.

Would a 22-year-old really walk away from being the future captain of Real Madrid?

Would he throw away global popularity and the love of Madridistas?

Pérez decided to give Leon some time.

He even called Mendes personally, asking him to talk sense into the kid.

But at that moment, Mendes was already pacing uneasily beside Leon—who had just started his offseason training early.

Of course, Mendes agreed to Pérez’s request.

But Leon’s unwavering attitude? That’s what made Mendes realize this wasn’t going to be easy.

To Leon, the situation was crystal clear.

Pérez had ghosted him for three days. Then Mendes tried to mediate again.

That was enough for Leon to know exactly where he stood.

He could accept it calmly—but he wasn’t at peace.

So instead of brooding, he got to work.

Training would clear his mind.

Last season, Leon had racked up an enormous haul of system points—1,800 just from major trophies.

(Only 100 points came from the UEFA Super Cup, Spanish Super Cup, and Club World Cup.)

If not for that, he’d have crossed the 2,000 mark.

Add to that his match wins, goals, and assists—1,200 points more.

He had completely drained his point balance last summer to draw talent cards.

Now?

He had 3,000 points to spend.

With a clearer understanding of his current weaknesses—namely in scoring—he knew exactly what to do.

He used a gold-level talent shard to enhance speed.He used a diamond-level shard to upgrade his vision.Finally, he activated another gold-level shard to enhance finishing.

Originally, he had planned to save shooting for last.

But the world had changed, and so had his plans.

All three purchases cost him 2,000 points.

Locking in the stats cost another 600.

Now he had only 400 points left.

Even though Madrid had won both La Liga and the Champions League again, there were no ”first-time major championship” bonuses this year.

Still, the UEFA Super Cup and Club World Cup gave him two silver-level first-win packs.

Not much, but better than nothing.

From those packs, he received:

A silver talent shard cardA silver ”familiar face” item:

A 10-use stamina recovery potion (no time limit)

Clearly, the system was egging him on to grind harder.

As for that silver shard?

He spent 200 points to lock the stat and rolled a crossing talent card.

Ashley Young (2010–11 Season) — Crossing Talent: 87/100

Current stat: 69

Leon shivered when he saw the name.

But when he confirmed it was Aston Villa Ashley Young, not the infamous late-Manchester United version, he relaxed.

His other three stats?

Vision: Rui Costa (2002–03) – 97/100

Current: 83

”Constant scanning and precise layout, command the flow of the match.”

And the journey was just beginning.

After drawing a golden talent fragment of Thierry Henry’s 2008–09 season speed (talent rating: 93) and Kevin Phillips’ 1999–00 finishing (talent rating: 93), Leon threw himself fully into summer training.

Speed, dribbling, close control, short passing, and shooting — these were his core focus areas for the offseason.

Long passing still required daily accumulation, and defensive fundamentals like tackling, sliding, stamina, and physical strength were still on the list to maintain.

Planning was easy. Execution? Brutal.

So brutal, in fact, that even Mendes — who joined Leon for the first three days — couldn’t watch any longer and flew off to China to handle Leon’s summer commercial activities.

The professional coaching team Mendes had assembled to oversee Leon’s Madrid camp was stunned by his training volume.

For safety, they forced Leon to undergo a full check-up at a local hospital every three days.

Leon was constantly on the edge — physically exhausted, mentally drained.

Even with stamina potions from the system, the pressure of simultaneous multi-skill training was nearly overwhelming.

Some abilities improved quickly. Others... painfully slow.

Leon felt frustrated. Anxious. Falling behind his own targets.

And just as always, when it mattered most, he turned to Pintus.

The legendary fitness coach, on vacation in Italy, didn’t hesitate — the next day, he flew back to Madrid.

He broke down Leon’s training into staged goals, refined the structure, and even rewrote his entire meal plan.

He dragged Leon out to walk the outskirts of Madrid every evening. To clear his mind. To talk.

”Do your job well,” he told Leon. ”You don’t have to prove to anyone that you’re good enough.”

Those words brought Leon’s focus back. His eyes cleared.

Half a month later, Leon said goodbye to the coaching staff who had trained him through June.

He hadn’t hit every benchmark. The goals were too ambitious.

But he was calm now.

He had made progress. He was still improving. And that was enough.

July arrived. Leon returned to China to unwind and take part in his summer commercial tour.

Having now completed a full club-level Grand Slam with Madrid, Leon’s popularity in China was nothing short of explosive.

His clean reputation and scandal-free personal life made the big-name domestic sponsors who had signed lucrative deals with him very happy.

By the time his tour took him from Guangzhou to Beijing, Mendes’s team was already drowning in requests:

Long-term brand partnerships. Increased contract values. Extensions before current deals even expired.

A commercial empire was beginning to take shape before their eyes.

And Mendes?

For the first time in weeks, he stopped worrying about Leon’s standoff with Florentino.

Throughout early July, his smile was genuine and unbroken.

Money rolled into Leon’s accounts in waves. Every team around him — in China and abroad — was motivated and united.

Plans were even underway to launch Leon’s own domestic sportswear brand in August.

And then it happened.

Disaster in Madrid.

Marca broke a bombshell report — an exposé detailing two seasons of dressing room turmoil, with Iker Casillas and Ramos reportedly at odds with Mourinho’s management style.

Had it come from a random journalist, Europe’s media might’ve ignored it.

But this article was written by Casillas’s girlfriend.

The Madrid fanbase was stunned.

Barely a month had passed since they’d won the Champions League — and now this?

Even a mid-table La Liga team wouldn’t tolerate such internal sabotage. Let alone Madrid.

As the girlfriend kept leaking more ”inside info” to Marca, Mourinho — furious — confronted Casillas directly.

Truthfully, if not for Leon repeatedly smoothing things over the last two years, Mourinho might’ve already had this conversation.

All those so-called reconciliations?

Paper-thin.

Now, in the face of betrayal, Mourinho tore away the last of the illusion.

Casillas knew he was wrong, that he’d let his coach and teammates down — but he refused to bow his head.

Then Ramos sided with Casillas, and things escalated quickly.

Soon it was so serious that Pérez himself had to step in.

By this point, Leon had returned to Madrid, but he stayed completely silent.

He didn’t speak to Casillas.

He didn’t go to Mourinho.

Perhaps, the moment Casillas’s girlfriend became the team’s loudest clown, Leon had lost any will to get involved.

He had Mendes collect transfer info quietly.

But sometimes, the more you try to avoid something, the faster it comes to you.

Just two days after Leon politely rejected Madrid’s latest contract offer again — the rumors started.

”Leon wants to leave Madrid.”

He frowned and immediately called Mendes.

Mendes was just as confused.

”I haven’t spoken to any club,” he said. ”My guys handle intel gathering, sure, but there’s no leak. We’ve been airtight.”

Meanwhile, in the Madrid front office, Pérez glared at Sánchez.

”You thought this was a warning?” he snapped. ”You thought leaking this would push Leon away from other teams?”

Sánchez stayed silent.

Pérez’s temple throbbed.

”Idiotic,” he muttered—but couldn’t say it aloud.

And before he could even call Mendes to control the damage…

Barcelona’s offer arrived. Officially.

”Sixty million?! You’ve got to be kidding me! Is Rosell serious?!”

Pérez nearly exploded.

Before he could order a formal rejection, Arsenal came in next—£45 million.

Then Bayern Munich matched Barça with €60 million.

Sánchez, who had previously acted like everything was under control, now sat stunned.

His ”harmless leak”?

It had sparked a bidding frenzy.

This was officially out of control.

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