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

The numbers on the electronic timer no longer change.

Modric remained frozen on the right side of midfield, still in the position he had just struck the ball with the outside of his right foot. The ball, too, hung lifelessly in mid-air, its surface still showing the afterimage of its violent spin.

Sun Yang strode across the grass and dashed directly in front of Modric.

"Luca, that shot was like Newton being rubbed on the grass!" Sun Yang stared at the suspended ball, his eyes gleaming. "What bone did you use to create that ridiculous S-shaped change of direction? If a normal person's ankle twisted like that, they would have been retired long ago."

Modric sighed deeply, lowering his raised right leg with a helpless expression. The system's underlying rules made it impossible for him to refuse to answer.

"Hey kid, the game was just getting exciting, and you've really come at the right time to throw cold water on it," Modric muttered in English with a slight Croatian accent, shrugging.

He approached the suspended ball and precisely placed his hand on the lower right side of the ball.

"Look closely, Sun. This isn't about forcefully bending the ankle. The essence of an outside-of-the-foot pass lies entirely in the whipping motion of the calf." Modric bent down, pointing to the outside of his right foot. "Laymen always think that an outside-of-the-foot pass involves using the entire instep to brush against the ball, that's pure nonsense. The point of contact for the force is only here, these three toe joints on the outermost and lower part of the instep."

He stepped back, and like a strict professor, began to slow down and dissect the problem.

"Don't slow down while running. Keep your supporting foot firmly planted, left knee slightly bent, and lower your center of gravity." Modric stretches his right leg back, "The thigh drives the lower leg. Before the lower leg contacts the ball, the toes must be pressed inward and downward. Remember, the ankle should never be completely locked; leave a little room for it to bounce outward."

He traced a fierce, upward-sloping trajectory with the outside of his right foot in the air.

"The moment you touch the ball isn't a straight strike, it's a diagonal cut! You cut hard into the ball from the lower right, then use the momentum of your ankle to quickly flick it outwards, giving the ball extreme sidespin."

Modric straightened up. "Your passing vision and accuracy are already insane. But if you can only use the inside and front of your foot to pass the ball, advanced defenders will figure you out sooner or later. The outside of your foot can allow you to carve out a bloody path even in the most desperate situations where there are no angles at all."

Sun Yang's eyes lit up as he listened, his brain working at high speed to memorize these hard-core theories.

He ran to the sidelines, picked up a spare soccer ball, and placed it on the grass. He then mimicked Modric's earlier stance, taking a running start.

With a powerful thrust from his thigh, his lower leg whips out like a whip. His toes press inward, and the outside of his foot slices fiercely towards the bottom right corner of the ball.

boom!

The ball flew out. It did have some spin, but it completely lacked Modric's unpredictable curve, turning into an absurdly high shot that headed straight for the stands.

"Your ankle swing was too slow, and the cut was too high," Modric pointed out incisively. "You need to imagine the ball as a piece of cheese, and use the hardest bone in your foot to slice off the bottom layer."

Sun Yang ran over and retrieved another ball. He repeatedly adjusted the angle of his ankle to generate power.

The third kick.

boom!

This time, the ball flew out with obvious sidespin, skimming the grass and drawing a slight outward curve in the air before coming to a steady stop near the left sideline.

A pleasant system notification sounded in my mind.

[Ding! Host has completed the lateral instep power training.]

[God-tier skill theory acquired: Modric's outside-of-the-foot curve. Current proficiency: 1/10000.]

"Thanks, Luca! Release the freeze!" Sun Yang snapped his fingers with satisfaction.

Everything returned to normal. The suspended ball continued its original S-shaped trajectory towards the far post.

The remaining time in the first half quickly ran out.

The virtual referee blew the whistle for halftime.

Since it's a system-generated virtual dream competition, there's no option for a locker room.

The temporary NPC players from both the red and white teams vanished as data streams, leaving only Sun Yang and four legendary superstars on the vast green field.

Pirlo strolled leisurely to the center circle and plopped down on the grass. Modric followed, and the two, both top midfield maestros, immediately huddled together to discuss midfield positioning and the timing of through balls.

On the other side, the two Brazilian legends, Ronaldo the Alien and Ronaldinho the Football Genius, strolled into the white team's penalty area, chatting and laughing.

Sun Yang opened the system panel and looked at the densely packed skill bars, feeling a chill run down his spine.

[Caniggia's Speed ​​(Unlocked, Progress 1/10000)]

[Ronaldinho's "elastico" dribble (theory mastered, progress 1/10000)]

[The power generation mechanism of the Great Bell Pendulum (theory mastered, proficiency 1/10000)]

[Pirlo's long pass vision (theory mastered, proficiency 1/10000)]

Modric's outside-of-the-foot power (theory mastered, proficiency 1/10000)

He rubbed his cheeks vigorously. The system rules were fair; star players were exploited by bugs to unleash their ultimate skills, but that didn't mean the host could ascend to godhood just by hearing a few words. All those divine techniques required 10,000 tedious repetitions in this dream camp, where there were no physical limitations, to grind them into muscle memory.

This is definitely forcing people to cultivate immortality.

Sun Yang turned off the control panel and looked up towards the restricted area.

Ronaldinho was standing at the edge of the penalty area, casually stepping on a football. Ronaldo stood beside him with his hands on his hips, the two chatting rapidly in Portuguese.

Just as Sun Yang was about to step over and start a conversation, what happened next made his legs feel like lead, and he couldn't move an inch.

As Ronaldinho and Ronaldo chatted and laughed, Ronaldinho casually flicked his right foot upwards. The ball lightly left the turf, bouncing twice above his knee.

Immediately afterwards, Ronaldinho didn't even lift his head, completely ignoring the goal. He unleashed a powerful strike with the instep of his right foot, slamming the ball solidly into the air.

boom!

The ball, as if guided by an infrared system, sliced ​​straight through the air and slammed heavily into the middle of the crossbeam.

With a muffled clang, the ball bounced violently back off the crossbar.

Ronaldinho's body was completely relaxed. He seemed to have already seen the trajectory of the ball's bounce. Just as the ball was about to fall, he slightly puffed out his chest, dissipating the ball's momentum, and then used his thigh to bounce it.

The ball bounced up, and then he unleashed a powerful shot with his right foot!

boom!

The ball struck the same spot on the crossbar with perfect accuracy once again.

Rebound. Control the ball. Shot. Hits the crossbar.

Three times in a row! The ball didn't even touch the grass at Dinho's feet. The crossbar seemed to have a built-in magnet, hitting the ball precisely each time.

This is the same move from the infamous Nike GG that went viral worldwide and was questioned by countless people as being computer-generated!

There were no special effects, no wire work; it was a pure and authentic display of humanity's peak control over football.

Pirlo and Modric also stopped talking, turned their heads, and looked at everything happening in front of the door as if it were a monster.

The fourth time, the ball bounced back. Ronaldinho seemed to have had enough, and with a gentle flick of the inside of his foot as if buttered, the ball obediently stayed by his foot, without even a trace of extra rolling, as if it had been there all along.

"This isn't playing football, this is casting magic!" Sun Yang swallowed hard and strode towards the buck-toothed elf.

"Dinho! Teach me this!" Sun Yang squeezed between the two Brazilian big shots without any politeness, pointed at the ball on the ground, and looked as fanatical as a martial arts fanatic who had seen a peerless skill.