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

Bang! The ball hit the inside of the far post and deflected into the net.

The white team rallied to defeat the red team 4-3.

After landing and regaining his balance, Xiao Luo, swinging his signature long, dirty braid, ran towards Sun Yang with a big laugh, flashing his big white teeth, and slapped Sun Yang's hand. The two high-fived in celebration.

The virtual referee blew the final whistle. The scoreboard froze completely.

Ronaldo stood in the penalty area, hands on his hips, panting heavily. His tank-like body was completely soaked in sweat. Pirlo also stopped, brushed his wet hair back, and stared at Sun Yang, who was still celebrating, with deadpan eyes.

Blue data ripples began to appear on the four superstars randomly selected by the system. This was a countdown notification that the system was about to reclaim the NPCs.

Sun Yang took a deep breath and immediately issued the command in his mind: "Use the last pause permission!"

The wind on the field stopped. The grass clippings flying in the air froze. The entire system space was forcibly paused.

Sun Yang walked up to the four of them. This time, he didn't designate just Xiao Luo, but instead lifted the pause restrictions on all four mentors.

Da Luo stretched his sore neck and looked at Sun Yang with some confusion.

"Hey, rookie, what kind of move is this?" Da Luo spread his hands. "Instead of using this last bit of time to steal all the details of my pendulum? This isn't like your usual bandit-like style. I thought you were going to strip me bare of all my knee power curves!"

Pirlo crossed his arms and gave a slight smirk.

"This kid has probably finally realized that my long passes require brains. His brain is already burnt out today, and if he keeps trying to learn from it, it'll start smoking."

Modric walked over with a smile and patted Pirlo on the back.

"Don't be so harsh, Andrea. That kid really gave us a hard time in the second half. Your supposedly excellent defensive positioning was completely overwhelmed by him just now, wasn't it?"

Luo shrugged and nonchalantly whistled loudly.

Sun Yang didn't reply. He took half a step back, stood up straight, and then bowed deeply to the four legends who had once stood at the pinnacle of football.

A ninety-degree bow. Not a single superfluous word, only the purest respect.

Ronaldo's teasing expression faded. Pirlo also lowered his arms from his chest.

"Thank you to the four coaches for their guidance." Sun Yang straightened up, his eyes bright. "The high-pressure pressing in the second half made me realize the gap between myself and the top level. In this game, I not only learned techniques, but also witnessed what real pressure on the field is like."

"Everything I took from you, I will use in the real competition!"

Da Luo paused for two seconds, then strode over and delivered a solid slap to Sun Yang's shoulder. The force was astonishing, making half of Sun Yang's body go numb.

"Interesting little guy." Da Luo stared at him, his playful demeanor vanishing. "Those fancy moves are devastating to the body. Especially those extreme changes of direction. Don't ruin your knees prematurely just to pursue flashy moves."

"If I saw someone with your physique on a real football field, I'd love to see if you could come up with some new tricks to play my signature moves."

Pirlo stepped forward, his tone still calm, but less arrogant.

"Passing isn't just about footwork; you need to learn to control the entire field with your eyes. Anticipate your teammates' runs three seconds in advance, and identify gaps in the opponent's defense five seconds in advance. Don't let your tireless legs waste the train of thought in your mind."

Modric gripped Sun Yang's hand tightly and shook it.

"I see a hunger for victory in your running. Keep that hunger, buddy. Midfield is a meat grinder; you have to run more than everyone else to survive and then dominate them."

Xiao Luo chuckled and came over, then reached out and ruffled Sun Yang's hair into a mess.

"Football is about having fun, man! Enjoy those moments when you dribble past defenders! Get the whole stadium chanting your name, that's the true essence of football!"

The blue data light surged and engulfed the four people. Carrying their hopes and messages, they transformed into countless specks of light and completely dissipated on the empty stadium.

Sun Yang was the only one left on the field.

Sun Yang looked at the spot where the light disappeared and silently vowed not to disappoint his mentors.

An electronic notification sounded in my mind.

"The first stage of the All-Star Practical Competition has ended. The host's team, White Team, has won."

"Match progress detected. Holographic match recording has been archived to the system panel."

"The host can immerse themselves in the game at any time and relive every detail of the match. This function has no cooldown period."

Upon hearing the last half of the sentence, Sun Yang's eyes lit up, and he immediately activated the holographic recording function.

His perspective shifted, and he was back in the center of the court. This time, he was floating in mid-air from a god-like perspective.

A perfect space for review and reflection.

With a thought, Sun Yang directly retrieved the powerful breakthrough that Da Luo had made by overpowering two center-backs.

The surrounding scenery rapidly receded until Da Luo's charging posture froze before Sun Yang's eyes. He tentatively reached out and dragged the virtual progress bar, and the scene switched to slow motion.

With each step Ronaldo took, the exaggerated muscle groups on his thighs that were exerting force were highlighted in red. Even the precise angle at which his ankles locked were digitally holographically projected onto the grass.

This is practically a 3D perspective cheat with no blind spots!

Sun Yang swallowed hard, his palms sweating slightly. He then opened the long replay of Pirlo.

The camera precisely cuts to the moment Pirlo receives the ball in midfield. Sun Yang walks around the virtual Pirlo. He can even press his face close to clearly see the minute point of force as the inside of Pirlo's foot cuts into the ball at the instant he touches it.

The extent of the body's backward lean and the distance between the supporting foot and the ball were all quantified into data and listed densely on the side.

Sun Yang gasped, his heart starting to race.

Although we can no longer use the pause button to bother the four instructors with face-to-face teaching, having this video that can strip the action frame by frame is like locking these four legendary superstars in their own private screening room forever!

He can look at things however he wants, without having to worry about anyone's opinion! As long as he spends the time grinding through these power-up diagrams, he can perfectly replicate any ultimate technique!

Then, Sun Yang couldn't wait to unleash his own outside-of-the-foot pass, which imitated Modric's.

The system didn't hold back, immediately filling his face with red exclamation marks.

A high point of contact with the ball caused the ball speed to decrease, and insufficient support from the left leg reduced the concealment of the pass... A two-page error correction report was smeared directly on his face.

The system's voice continued to broadcast:

"The second round of All-Star practice matches will enter a cooldown period. The duration is 30 days in real time."

"During this period, please raise the proficiency of the new ball skills you have acquired to above the passing grade to prevent overloading your body in reality."

Sun Yang opened the skill panel.

After enduring a grueling period of extreme pressure in the second half, the statistics yielded a bountiful harvest.

[God-tier talent: Caniggia's speed] Proficiency increased by 5 points!

[The Great Luo Bell Power Generation Mechanism] has been completely transformed from pure theory to basic practical application, increasing proficiency by five points!

Modric's outside-of-the-foot power arc (beginner level) has improved by three points!

[Little Luo's Ox Tail Dribble] Proficiency increased by four points!

Watching the numbers fluctuate, Sun Yang clenched his fist. Although the numbers weren't particularly high, the feeling of truly etching a superstar's signature move into his muscle memory was simply addictive.

A high-level real-world test is far more satisfying than months of self-taught practice behind closed doors! During the upcoming quarantine period, he plans to completely shovel the lawn in the villa's backyard bare!