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

Looking at the generous points he had just received, Sun Yang rubbed his hands together and decisively issued an order to the system.

Because he was hit in the face by a powerful free kick from Roberto Carlos in the previous All-Star game, the system, out of its strict mechanism to protect the host, forcibly terminated the game and refunded the points.

In this restart, the four legendary players from both sides have been reshuffled by the system.

[Ding! 10 points deducted. The Dream All-Star Showdown is now starting.]

[Current remaining points: 29 points.]

[Randomly selecting 4 legendary superstars for the host in this match...]

On the large, semi-transparent screen in front of him, countless sports cards gleaming with a dark gold luster spun around like a blizzard. Sun Yang held his breath, staring intently at the center of the screen.

The light faded, and the first card froze in place.

The Croatian red and white checkered flag, draped in a Real Madrid number 10 jersey. The slender figure with long blond hair slowly turned around.

Luka Modric.

[Ding! Midfield maestro Modric has been generated and joined your team.]

Before Sun Yang could even swear in celebration, the second card was flipped over.

The Brazilian flag, the red and blue Barcelona jersey. A football sprite with his signature dreadlocks and a wide, unrestrained grin.

Ronaldinho.

[Ding! Ronaldinho has been generated and joined your team.]

Sun Yang clenched his fists tightly. These two monsters teamed up, plus his maxed-out passing attributes, tireless running ability, and the speed of the newly acquired reward, Caniggia, the Wind Child. Their midfield and attacking firepower was now insanely powerful.

He swallowed hard and looked expectantly at the remaining two red team cards.

The third card. The Italian flag. AC Milan number 21 jersey.

With long, flowing hair and a signature beard, her eyes were half-closed, exuding a lazy charm as if she had never woken up.

Andrea Pirlo. The midfield metronome, synonymous with the deep-lying playmaker.

[Ding! Pirlo has been generated and joined the enemy team.]

Then, the last card slammed onto the screen, creating a ring of dark red virtual ripples.

The Brazilian team's blue and yellow jerseys, their comical Afro hairstyles, and their thick thigh muscles that seemed about to burst their shorts—you could feel their raw, explosive power even through the screen.

"Alien" Darrow!

[Ding! Ronaldo has been generated and joined the opposing team.]

The four cards transformed into four streaks of light and plunged directly onto the green field.

The system's electronic sounds echoed through the empty stadium.

[Both teams are in position. Five minutes until the start of the match. Please use this time to warm up.]

Sun Yang stood in the center circle, looking at the four living fossils of football legends in the distance, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Ronaldo and Ronaldinho: the ultimate striker combination for the Brazilian Dream Team.

Modric and Sleepy Pirlo defined two eras of midfield artistic masters.

This isn't a competition; this is a battle of gods, with absolutely no fluff.

Sun Yang's mind raced. Ever since he was headshot by Carlos in the last game, the system, to prevent itself from exploiting bugs, had implemented a strict rule: a player can only use one timeout to ask for advice against a single star player per game.

Four superstars at their peak, with only four precious opportunities to consult each other—it's a truly agonizing choice.

But then he thought about it again, and his eyes lit up.

The system stipulates that each person can only ask for advice once during the "competition".

There are five minutes of warm-up time before the match starts. These five minutes are not part of the match time!

Sun Yang took off running towards his own half, heading straight for Ronaldinho, who was juggling the ball.

"Ronnie!" Sun Yang shouted in fluent Portuguese.

With a flick of his toe, Ronaldinho sent the ball bouncing obediently off his thigh, then grinned at Sun Yang with his signature big white teeth: "Hey, Amigo (brother). This grass is just the right firmness, perfect for dancing."

"Teach me a move, hurry up!" Sun Yang went straight to the point, seizing every second, "Cow tail dribble."

Ronaldinho controlled the ball steadily with the instep and looked at Sun Yang with great interest.

"Want to learn this? This thing is the ancestor of all ankle-damaging techniques. Are your ligaments strong enough?"

"Whether it's durable or not, just try it and you'll know. Come on, Ronnie!"

Ronaldinho, with his Brazilian flair, showed no airs of a big shot and simply stepped the ball between the two players.

"Watch my feet." Ronaldinho took a half-step forward with his right foot. "Use the outside of your foot to flick the ball outwards. Any kid in the youth academy can do that. But the most dangerous thing is your upper body."

Ronaldinho slowed down to begin dismantling the defense. At the same moment his right foot touched the ball and flicked it outwards, his right shoulder dropped dramatically, and his waist twisted forcefully. His entire center of gravity was thrown to the right. Even a fool would think he was about to force his way in from the outside.

Just as the ball rolled less than half a meter to the right, Ronaldinho's right ankle twisted inward at an angle almost defying physiological limits. The inside of his arch pressed against the ball like a suction cup, forcefully pulling it back to the left.

"Do you understand now?" Xiao Luo looked up and patiently explained.

"The upper body is used to deceive the defender's center of gravity, and the ankle power is used to lock the ball within control. The most important point is that the two touches must be seamless. There can be no pause. Even if you get stuck for 0.1 seconds, that's not a cow tail, that's two stationary dribbles, and the defender will tackle you back home with the ball."

Sun Yang memorized this power generation mechanism. He shoved the ball to his feet, took a deep breath, and began his first attempt.

He pushed his right foot outward with the outside of his foot, and his shoulder slumped down sharply in response.

Having just gained 5 points to his dribbling attribute, Sun Yang's ball control has noticeably improved, and the power of this pass was passable.

But in the instant he tried to forcefully twist his ankle inward to pull the ball back, a sudden, protesting soreness shot through his joint. He was a beat too slow. The ball struck his left studs and clumsily bounced out of bounds.

The swaying of the upper body and the frequency of the ankles were completely disconnected.

"Don't be so tense, buddy." Ronaldinho strolled over and retrieved the ball. "This thing requires over ten thousand tedious repetitions to let your muscles memorize the feeling of being stretched. Relax, you'll get the hang of it once the game starts."

Sun Yang nodded, glancing at the system panel out of the corner of his eye.

I just tried it once, and the new skill, "Bull Tail Dribble," has been added. The progress bar has already jumped to [1/10000].

"beep--"

The referee's opening whistle shattered the tranquility of the stadium.

The competition has officially begun.

Red team has possession. Ronaldo passes the ball back to Pirlo.

Pirlo received the ball leisurely at the top of the center circle, looking as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll in a park.

With his position elevated, Sun Yang, relying on the abnormal physical abilities of Kant's perpetual motion machine, pounced on Pirlosen like a wolf that had smelled blood.

High-pressing from the start is his signature skill that allows him to thrive in the Bundesliga.

Pirlo hadn't even fully opened his eyes when he caught a glimpse of Sun Yang rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye.

There was no panic, not even any attempt to protect the ball. Faced with the immense momentum from Sun Yang's charge, he simply pulled the ball back gently with his left foot, swayed his shoulder slightly, and flicked the ball upwards with the toe of his right foot.

The ball traced a delicate arc, bypassing Sun Yang's determined outstretched leg interception.

He didn't even touch the hem of her clothes! Because Sun Yang rushed forward too fast, his center of gravity shifted, and Pirlo easily brushed past him with a mere fraction of a second, using his momentum against him.

After shaking off Sun Yang, Pirlo had no intention of holding onto the ball and dribbling. He glanced across the attacking third and struck the lower half of the ball with the instep of his right foot.

boom!

A long, low pass of over fifty meters! The ball flew at high speed along the grass with a strong downward arc, accurately finding the advancing Ronaldo and cleanly cutting through the entire white team's defense.