Football: He suffered a broken leg at the start of the game, but partnered with Haaland!

The match had reached the 80th minute. With a commanding 4-0 lead on aggregate, the entire Dortmund team relaxed.

PSG's high-pressing attack completely collapsed. The relentless barrage of attacks exhausted the home team's players. Cavani stood outside the 30-meter zone, hands on his knees, panting heavily. Neymar walked back with his head down, sweat dripping down his hair.

Dortmund's defense began patiently passing the ball back and forth. Zagadou passed the ball to Piszczek, who then laid it off to Hummels. They were running down the clock.

Hummels prepared to take control of the pace.

At that moment, he saw Sun Yang ahead.

Sun Yang stood in his own half of the field, near the center circle. Instead of running back, he turned around to face the vast half of the field occupied by Paris Saint-Germain.

Sun Yang raised his right arm high and hooked his fingers forward twice in succession.

He wants the ball.

Hummels hesitated for a moment. As an experienced veteran, he felt the safest course of action at this point was to keep the ball at his feet rather than pass it into the dangerous midfield area.

Hummels shouted loudly.

"Sun! Keep the pace! We need to control the ball!"

Sun Yang, standing ahead, shook his head. Instead of lowering his arm, he pointed directly at the huge gap between the two PSG center-backs.

That gap was too obvious. PSG pushed forward with all their players in the second half, causing their defense and midfield to become completely disconnected.

Hummels understood Sun Yang's intention. This kid had no intention of defending; he wanted to score.

Trusting the acting captain, Hummels didn't hesitate. He used the inside of his right foot to deliver a penetrating, low through ball. The ball skimmed along the grass, heading straight for Sun Yang.

Fifty-five meters from the goal.

The ball rolled quickly towards them.

Sun Yang's heartbeat was steady and strong. His perpetual motion lungs displayed an abnormal ability at this moment. Even though the game had reached the 80th minute, his stamina bar had not dropped much.

He ran towards the ball, without stopping to observe.

The moment his right foot touched the ball, Sun Yang used the outside of his foot to flick the ball forward.

Stop and go.

Paris Saint-Germain superstar Neymar was closest to Sun Yang. Seeing Hummels pass the ball, Neymar initially intended to make a counter-attack.

Neymar instinctively stretched out his right leg, trying to cut off the ball's rolling path.

Sun Yang's timing for the touch was absolutely perfect. The ball slipped between Neymar's legs just a millisecond before Neymar could kick it.

Passing through someone's crotch.

Neymar was shocked. Forgetting his superstar status, he turned and reached out, attempting to pull on Sun Yang's jersey to commit a tactical foul.

It's worth getting a yellow card if it can bring someone down.

Neymar's fingers grasped at thin air. He didn't even touch the hem of Sun Yang's clothes.

With his stamina at full capacity and his speed attribute at 83 points, Sun Yang surged forward like a supercar with a full tank of gas, leaving Neymar far behind.

The counterattack has officially begun.

Tuchel jumped up in frustration on the sidelines.

He waved his arms and yelled at the defenders on the field.

"Stop him! Foul him! Don't let him pick up speed! Damn it!"

PSG's defensive midfielder, Guy, heard his coach's roar. He suddenly appeared from the side, blocking Sun Yang's path as he advanced.

At the same time, Mbappe displayed the most explosive power in all of Europe. He sprinted back from the front, trying to dispossess Sun Yang from behind.

There were obstacles blocking their way ahead and pursuers behind.

Sun Yang dribbles at an extremely fast pace. The ball is always glued to his feet, and every touch is controlled within a one to two-meter radius of his feet.

Facing Guy's head-on attack, Sun Yang did not slow down.

When the distance between the two closed to one meter, Sun Yang suddenly leaned his upper body sharply to the left, his shoulders drooping.

Zidane personally taught him the secret technique: feinting with a lowered shoulder.

This set of feints that utilizes the center of gravity to deceive becomes flawless with the added advantage of the "Overcoming Five Barriers and Slaying Six Generals" skill.

Guy was fooled. He thought Sun Yang was going to break through to the left, so his body weight shifted involuntarily to the right, and his right foot had already stepped out.

In that brief pause, Sun Yang quickly straightened his body, and gently tapped the ball with the inside of his right foot.

The ball rolled past Gay's left side. The ball and player passed each other.

Guy tried to twist his body to chase the ball. The immense momentum caused his legs to become tangled. The midfield powerhouse slipped, his knees slamming heavily onto the grass, and he could only watch Sun Yang leave.

At that moment, Mbappe caught up.

The French striker displayed astonishing speed. He ran to Sun Yang's side, lowered his shoulder, and rammed into Sun Yang with his body.

There were no fancy moves, just pure physical confrontation.

The dull thud of flesh colliding rang out.

Sun Yang's 65 points in physical attributes played a crucial role at this moment. Coupled with the chassis stability brought by his Iron Leg talent, he managed to withstand Mbappe's brutal charge.

Sun Yang's body didn't even sway. Instead, he used the recoil from the collision to take a big step forward with his left foot, widening the distance between himself and Mbappe.

Mbappe made several off-the-ball sprints in the second half, and his stamina was already running low. He gritted his teeth, trying to pick up speed again, but his legs felt like lead.

The distance between the two widened. Mbappe stopped in despair.

Sun Yang broke through the midfield defense.

A wide-open field lay before them. Paris Saint-Germain's defense was reduced to just two center-backs: Kimpembe and Thiago Silva.

The atmosphere at the Parc des Princes stadium became oppressive.

The French fans stopped booing. The crowd in the stands stared intently at the yellow figure moving across the green field.

Kimpembe is a hot-tempered, tough center-back. He cannot tolerate anyone so brazenly trampling on Paris Saint-Germain's sanctuary.

"Leave it to me! You go and secure the rear!"

Kimpembe yelled at Silva, abandoned his defensive position, and charged towards Sun Yang.

When the two were less than three meters apart, Kim Pyong-beok decisively fell to the ground.

A vicious sliding tackle. Kimpembe brought his legs together, heading straight for Sun Yang's ankle and the ball.

This was an undisputed foul. Kimpembe was prepared to receive a red card if he could keep Sun Yang outside the penalty area.

God's vision provided an early prediction.

Sun Yang clearly pictured the route and trajectory of Kimpembe's tackle in his mind.

Just as Kimpembe fell to the ground, Sun Yang precisely planted the toe of his right foot at the very bottom of the ball and gently flicked it upwards.

The ball traced a small parabola in the air, just clearing Kimpembe's sliding body.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Yang soared high into the air. Like an Olympic hurdler, he deftly spread his legs in mid-air and cleared Kimpembe directly over him.

Landing, touching the ball, moving forward. The movement is fluid and graceful.

Kimpembe slid two meters across the grass. He sat up, looked back, and only saw the number 29 behind Sun Yang.

Paris Saint-Germain's defense is down to just one man.

The team captain is Thiago Silva, the Brazilian defensive master.

Silva had retreated to the edge of the penalty area. Behind him was goalkeeper Navas; he had nowhere left to go.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his sister-in-law's forehead. He breathed heavily, his eyes fixed on the ball at Sun Yang's feet. He dared not make a move, relying only on his experience to block Sun Yang's shooting angle.

Sun Yang dribbled the ball and closed in.

The left foot steps over the ball, then the right foot steps over the ball. A series of stepover movements.

Silva remained unmoved. He knew it was a feint and held his ground in the center of the penalty area.

Just when Silva thought he had successfully defended, Sun Yang suddenly flicked the ball hard with the instep of his right foot. It looked like he was going to force a shot from the right flank.

Silva's defensive instincts were triggered. He immediately turned, shifting his entire weight to the right, preparing to intercept.

But Sun Yang's right foot didn't touch the ground when he flicked the ball. His foot drew a semicircle in mid-air and used the inside of his foot to snap the ball back.

Extreme change of direction.

Silva's body was still moving to the right when Sun Yang dribbled the ball into the penalty area from his completely unprotected left side.

The immense inertia ripped through Silva's muscles. The experienced Brazilian captain tripped over his own legs and crashed to the ground.

Silva lay sprawled on the edge of the penalty area. He was too exhausted to even struggle.

All that remained was the gate.

Paris goalkeeper Navas had no choice. He roared and rushed out of his goal, spreading his arms to expand his defensive area, frantically lunging at the ball at Sun Yang's feet.

Twelve meters from the goal.

Facing the onrushing goalkeeper, Sun Yang swung his right leg high, using his waist and abdomen to generate power, assuming a powerful shot stance.

Navas, relying on his goalkeeper instincts, decisively dived to the side, attempting to block the powerful shot with his body.

But Sun Yang's right foot absorbed all the power when it landed. When the instep of his foot made contact with the ball, he simply flicked it to the side.

A fake shot followed by a real dunk.

Navas' massive body collapsed into thin air. He crashed heavily onto the grass, watching helplessly as Sun Yang dribbled the ball past him.

A real open door.

Sun Yang even had time to adjust his breathing. He glanced at the empty net and then smoothly pushed forward with the inside of his left foot.

The ball skimmed along the grass, rolled effortlessly across the white goal line, and quietly struck the net.

Goal!