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

A sharp whistle pierced the empty stadium.

The second half begins.

Ronaldo stood in the center circle, casually pushed the ball with the instep of his foot, and it rolled towards Pirlo behind him.

Pirlo received the ball and casually flicked it with the outside of his right foot. The ball skimmed along the grass, precisely piercing the defensive zone of the two NPC midfielders of the Red Team, and reaching the feet of the advancing Ronaldo.

The two white center-backs immediately tightened their defensive line, closing in on the goal from the left and right.

Ronaldo didn't even stop.

He unleashed a powerful burst of energy from his thigh muscles, dribbling the ball forward and overpowering two defenders. No fancy feints, just pure cheetah-like explosiveness combined with the weight of a heavy tank.

boom!

Two NPC defenders, both over 1.9 meters tall, were knocked aside like cardboard, one of them even staggering and falling onto the grass. Ronaldo squeezed right through the gap between them.

Sun Yang chased back desperately. Thanks to the stamina boost from "Kante's lungs," he finally caught up with Ronaldo before he broke into the penalty area.

Without hesitation, I dropped the shovel to the ground.

His right leg glided along the grass, his studs heading straight for the ball.

But Ronaldo seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without turning his head, he flicked his right foot upwards. The ball obediently bounced up, just avoiding Sun Yang's exposed studs.

Immediately afterwards, Ronaldo strode past Sun Yang, entered the penalty area, and unleashed a powerful shot.

The ball went straight into the corner.

The alien didn't even bother to celebrate. He slowly turned around, walked up to Sun Yang who had just gotten up, and revealed his signature rabbit teeth.

"Hey, rookie, didn't you have lunch?" Ronaldo grinned in accented Portuguese. "With that kind of limp sliding tackle, in Serie A in the 90s, I wouldn't even break a sweat. Back then, those old thugs in black and white stripes were aiming to cripple my knees."

Sun Yang patted the grass clippings off his thigh, didn't retaliate, but clenched his back teeth tightly.

The game has restarted.

Modric transformed into a tireless sweeping machine. The Croatian midfielder covered every inch of the white team's half, using his skillful passing to keep the white team clinging to life.

After receiving a clearance from the backfield, Modric turned on the spot and sent a through ball with his left foot.

The ball pierced through the encirclement of three defenders and rolled towards the left flank.

Ronaldinho receives the ball. The red team's right-back is ready to pounce.

Ronaldinho doesn't play by the rules. He flicked the ball with the instep of his right foot, sending it flying into the air. Then, he bounced it off with his thigh, pushed it with his knee, and then flicked it sideways with the outside of his right foot.

The ball never touched the ground, as if it were glued to those feet.

He turned this green field into a favela street in Rio de Janeiro.

The defender panicked and stretched out his leg to steal the ball. Ronaldinho chested it out, and the ball obediently leaped over the defender's head. He strode around the opponent, controlled the falling ball steadily, and continued his advance.

At a distance of more than ten meters, the two red team defenders couldn't even touch the ball.

Ronaldo, watching from the front, chuckled and let out a loud whistle. Pirlo, on the other hand, frowned and gestured for the midfield to drop back.

Standing in the center circle, Sun Yang looked at these monsters who treated football like a toy, and his competitive spirit burned like fire in his veins.

"Dinho, over here!" Sun Yang shouted, calling for the ball.

After attracting three defenders, Ronaldinho easily pushed the ball with the inside of his right foot, delivering a precise pass.

Sun Yang moves forward to receive the ball. The red team's defensive line is right in front of him.

At that moment, the cold, impersonal system panel in his mind disappeared, and the skills he had learned were naturally put into practice.

The red team's forward rushed up to press and intercept.

The moment Sun Yang touched the ball with his left foot, his right foot followed up at lightning speed, flicking the ball from left to right, and his body suddenly shifted its center of gravity.

Maradona has overcome numerous obstacles and is now in action!

A clean deception, instantly knocking the striker down. Sun Yang accelerated with the ball, dribbling straight into the red team's half.

Two NPCs lunged fiercely at the center of the field, attempting to close the door.

Sun Yang didn't slow down. The ball moved rapidly between his feet. He suddenly thrust his right instep outward, seemingly about to make a strong breakthrough from the right side.

The defender on the left immediately shifted his weight to block.

Just as the opponent lowered their center of gravity.

Sun Yang twisted his ankle violently, hooking it inwards!

Little Luo personally taught: the cow's tail dribble.

The ball traced a strange V-shaped trajectory on the grass, narrowly slipping through the gap between two defenders.

This body perfectly replicated the Samba Elf's extreme change of direction, without even the slightest lag.

Breaking through the double team, the paint is within reach.

And standing on the last line of defense was none other than Ronaldo, who had retreated to provide support.

At his peak, the alien lowered his center of gravity, standing like a wall on the edge of the penalty area. A fanatical glint shone in his deep eyes, as if he were waiting to see what other tricks this little guy could pull.

Sun Yang is closing in.

He stomped his left foot heavily on the grass to his left, his upper body leaning exaggeratedly.

Da Luo remained as steady as Mount Tai; such petty tricks could not fool him.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Yang stomped his right foot down as well, forcibly pulling his body weight back to his right side. His knee ligaments made a silent protest; if it weren't for his "iron legs" mitigating the damage, this blow would have landed him in the hospital.

A pendulum-style dribble!

Three consecutive violent swaying movements of the center of gravity. Each time the spikes landed, a patch of turf was lifted up.

Da Luo's eyes widened slightly.

He knew all too well the devastating pressure that move put on his knees. And this brat dared to provoke him right in front of him with his signature finishing move?

On the fourth attempt, Ronaldo's defensive focus finally showed a slight weakness.

Just half a body length.

Sun Yang kicked the ball away, forcefully dribbled past Ronaldo, and rushed to the penalty spot.

The goalkeeper rushed out. Sun Yang's thigh muscles tensed.

No adjustments, no nonsense. Right foot, instep aligned with the center of the ball, strike with a powerful shot.

Bati GO!

boom!

The ball transformed into an armor-piercing projectile, piercing right through the goalkeeper's fingers and sending the net flying high.

3 to 3.

Sun Yang was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his chin onto the grass. He glanced down at his still trembling legs, the feeling of smoothly connecting all his special moves was even better than winning the Asian Cup.

That's muscle memory etched into your bones.

The field fell silent.

Ronaldo slowly straightened up and turned to look at the ball in the net. Ronaldinho's smile faded, and he tossed his dreadlocks behind his head. Modric walked over and patted Sun Yang hard on the back. Pirlo still had that sleepy, deadpan look in his eyes, but the way he pulled on his shin guards clearly added some force.

"Damn it, this kid really swallowed all those trump cards." Darrow muttered in Portuguese. When he looked up again, the alien's competitive spirit was completely undisguised.

Four legendary superstars completed a handover that required no words.

The ball is kicked off again. The red team demonstrates a suffocating ability to control the game.

Pirlo transformed into a midfield meat grinder. No matter how Sun Yang positioned himself, Pirlo could always intercept the passing lane half a second in advance, and if he got even slightly close, he would engage in a tough physical confrontation along with subtle pulling maneuvers.

The pace of the game was forced to a desperately high level.

Sun Yang didn't have time to think about any skills. He could only run around frantically, block positions, fall down and get up again. Kanté's lungs locked his heart rate at the lower limit, but the soreness in his muscles still surged like a tide.

The red team's fast break was fiercely disrupted by Modric. The ball rolled crookedly to the vicinity of the halfway line and landed at Sun Yang's feet.

As soon as the ball came to a stop, his back slammed directly into a wall of flesh.

Pirlo pressed closely, using both hands and feet to block any turning space. This seasoned Italian's defense was impenetrable.

Sun Yang couldn't even turn his head. A conventional breakthrough would be a dead end.

But he glanced at the front of the field out of the corner of his eye. The red team's defensive line was pushed very far forward, with a large open area behind them.

An adventurous idea exploded in my mind.

I'm not turning around!

Sun Yang aimed his right heel at the ball and flicked it backward with force.

The ball skimmed along the grass, passing directly between Pirlo's legs, and rolled rapidly towards the unclaimed area in the attacking third.

It traveled a full five or six meters.

Pirlo paused for half a second.

What kind of idiotic pass is that? There wasn't even a white-shirted player in front of him; it was just a random kick.

But in that half-second of gap, Sun Yang made his move.

His talent, dormant at the lowest level of the system data, was forcibly activated by his intense competitive spirit.

Child of the Wind, Caniggia's Speed!

Sun Yang's thigh muscles were engorged with blood. The frequency of his alternating legs directly exceeded his body's critical limit. Without the slightest hesitation, he moved like a cheetah that had broken free, forcefully brushing past Pirlo's shoulder.

A strong gust of wind whipped Pirlo's long hair into a mess.

too fast.

The seats in the stands merged into a blurry mass of color, and my eardrums were filled with the tearing sound of the wind. The extreme feeling of being pushed back in my seat in 100 meters in 10.07 seconds.

Send this to yourself three seconds from now!

In less than two seconds, Sun Yang overtook Pirlo with the ease of a man eating his opponent and caught up with the ball he had passed.

The two center-backs of the red team panicked and frantically moved towards him, trying to force the speeding sports car to stop.

Sun Yang had no intention of slowing down at all.

On the right flank, Ronaldinho is making a forward run, but he's being closely marked by a defender.

Sun Yang stared at the ball's trajectory, recalling Modric's power-generating techniques in his mind.

As he sprinted at high speed, his left foot landed firmly on the turf. His calf lashed out like a whip, and the outermost lower joint of his right foot sliced ​​the ball in the lower right corner.

boom.

A powerful outside-of-the-foot pass!

The ball, with its abnormal external spin, hurtled across the ground and whistled out, drawing an extremely stylish S-shaped curve on the grass.

He perfectly bypassed the blocking center-back and landed right in front of Ronaldinho as if he had eyes.

Facing a double-team from the defenders, Ronaldinho glanced at the incredibly high-quality pass at his feet, and his bright white teeth flashed again.

A direct shot? That's too boring.

Ronaldinho used his right foot to step over the ball for support, then his left foot defiantly circled around from behind him, unleashing a magnificent rabona shot.

The ball passed through the gap between the defenders and hit the inside of the far post.

It bounced into the net.