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

The ball hit the net, causing the entire net to bulge high backward before reluctantly falling back onto the grass.

It was only then that Sané's sliding tackle arrived, belatedly. The metal studs scraped against Haaland's shin guard with a sharp crack. The Norwegian's massive body lost its balance and crashed into the penalty area like a small mountain.

Haaland used the momentum to roll on the ground, then pushed off the turf with his hands and bounced up.

He didn't even glance at Sané on the ground, and sprinted back towards the backfield. His target was Sun Yang, who had just delivered that divine outside-of-the-foot pass.

"That was amazing, man!" Haaland roared in his rough voice, speaking in heavily accented Norwegian English. The empty stadium was devoid of any spectators, so his roar was amplified by the stadium's sound system, blasting into the ears of hundreds of millions of fans worldwide.

Haaland rushed up to Sun Yang, pointing with his right hand to the tightly tied golden bun on his head.

"This antenna is amazing! As long as I'm holding it up, I can catch your ball even with my eyes closed!" Haaland exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement.

Sun Yang strode forward, and the two gave each other a high five before patting the back of the Norwegian giant.

"The opposing goalkeeper must be dumbfounded. If the net hadn't been so sturdy, you would have kicked it right through," Sun Yang said with a laugh.

The rest of Dortmund's teammates swarmed forward. Hummels sprinted halfway down the field from the back and hooked his arm around Sun Yang's neck. Achraf leaped onto Haaland's broad back. A group of people blocked the corner flag area, shouting wildly at the broadcast cameras.

In the south stand of the Westfalenstadion, tens of thousands of cardboard signs bearing the faces of fans stand. The players' roars crash against the cold, hard concrete, creating dull echoes.

On the sidelines, Schalke 04's manager, Kramer, had a face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Stick close! Don't give him a chance to turn around! Are you all sleepwalking on the field?" Kramer roared furiously at the midfielders on the field.

The game resumed.

Trailing in the score, Schalke 04 completely dropped their pretense. Without the intimidating roar of 80,000 home fans, they treated the pitch like a lawless underground wrestling arena.

In the 24th minute, Piszczek decisively intercepted the ball in the backfield and played a through ball to Guerrero in the middle.

Guerrero turned halfway around, his right foot just raised in preparation to control the ball.

A muscular figure in blue blasted in from the side and behind. It was Schalke midfielder McKennie.

The guy didn't even bother to slow down or stop; his right shoulder whistled as he slammed into Guerrero's back.

boom.

A dull, teeth-grinding thud of muscle impact echoed throughout the stadium. Guerrero lost his balance like a kite with a broken string, sliding half a meter across the grass with his cheek pressed against it.

Referee Eitkin's urgent whistle almost pierced the stadium roof. He jogged over, pulled a yellow card from his pocket, and shoved it directly in front of McKennie's face.

McKennie immediately threw up his hands, his thick neck stiffening as he yelled at the referee, "Ref! Are you kidding me? This was just a normal shoulder contact; it wouldn't even be considered a foul in the Premier League!"

Sun Yang strode over and shoved McKennie across the chest: "The Bundesliga doesn't buy that. Were you even going for the ball just now?"

"What? You want to fight?" McKinney lowered his head and bumped his forehead against Sun Yang's chin. "If you're afraid of a fight, go home and find your mother, you Asian kid."

The players from both sides surged towards the scene like two waves, the sounds of shoving and a mix of profanities in various languages ​​carried through the microphones to the broadcast signal. The referee blew his whistle urgently and struggled to separate the group of burly men who were blinded by rage.

In the 28th minute, Schalke goalkeeper Schubert launched a long ball from the backfield.

The ball plummeted towards the center circle in a high arc. Delaney leaped high, outmuscled the opposing striker Harit, and headed the ball towards Sun Yang.

Sun Yang chested down and controlled the ball. Before the ball even hit the ground, Schalke's Serdar came charging straight at him from the front, his entire body skimming the grass.

Having learned his lesson from being tricked last time, Zelda's tackle was vicious, his gaze completely fixed on Sun Yang's ankle.

The system's innate talent and absolute ball control made Sun Yang's mind incredibly clear. Just as the ball was about to hit the ground, he deftly flicked it upwards with the tip of his right foot.

The ball grazed just above Zelda's calf. Sun Yang pulled his legs back and leaped into the air. Despite his timely dodge, Zelda's raised studs still scraped against the edge of Sun Yang's left shoe with a screeching sound.

When Sun Yang landed, his right foot lost its balance, and he staggered two steps. But he gritted his teeth and tensed his core muscles like steel plates, managing to steady himself and smoothly pass the ball to Ashraf, who was making a high-speed run down the right flank.

"You think you can cripple me like this?" Sun Yang glanced back at Zelda, who was still lying on the grass, and sneered. "With your tackling speed, you're only fit to sweep the grass in the youth team."

Zelda spat on the ground, got up, and stared at Sun Yang's back with eyes that looked like she wanted to devour him.

In the 32nd minute, Schalke 04 launched a counter-attack, with Raman receiving the ball on the left wing and forcefully beating his way through. Dortmund midfielder Delaney, seeing his defense about to be breached, desperately grabbed Raman's collar from behind and yanked him to the ground.

The whistle blew again, and Delaney received a yellow card.

In the studio, Duan Xuan spoke rapidly into the microphone: "Both sides have completely lost their temper! Yellow cards are flying everywhere. Without the pressure of the home fans' boos, Schalke 04's defensive actions are simply unbearable to watch; they're practically kicking at people's legs."

Tao Wei frowned and commented, "That's exactly what Kramer is planning. Since they can't compete with Dortmund technically, they're using fouls to disrupt the game's rhythm. Sun Yang is currently surrounded, with two big men constantly watching him. Someone from Dortmund needs to come out and create space for Sun Yang."

Fortieth minute.

Schalke's attack down the right flank was thwarted by Piszczek's long kick.

Achraf receives the ball on the right sideline and prepares to accelerate forward.

Schalke's defensive line moved forward as a whole, with left wing-back Oczipka pouncing on Ashraf like a wolf, completely blocking his forward runs.

In the middle lane, McKennie and Zelda, one in front and one behind, blocked Sun Yang's cross-court pass like two iron gates. Just as Ashraf was about to be cornered, Sun Yang suddenly abandoned the central axis without warning and moved diagonally to the right flank at full speed.

This wide-ranging off-the-ball movement instantly tore open a fleeting passing opportunity. Achraf's eyes lit up, and with a push of his right instep, he delivered a precise low through ball.

The ball skimmed along the right white line and sped towards Sun Yang.

Seeing this, Oczipka decisively abandoned Ashraf and turned his massive body to pounce on Sun Yang. This 170-pound Polish powerhouse, relying on his muscular physique, was determined to take advantage of the moment Sun Yang received the ball and turned to carry him and the ball out of bounds.

The ball was only half a meter away from Sun Yang's right foot.

Everyone in the stadium thought Sun Yang would routinely control the ball with his back to the goal and use his body to protect possession. But he did something crazy.

He neither dodged nor flinched, not even glancing at the menacing Occhipka beside him. Facing the rapidly rolling ball, he gently poked it forward with the toe of his right foot.

The ball passed directly through the gap half a meter to Occhipka's right and rolled straight along the sideline toward the large open area ahead.

The most brutal and humiliating way to pass the ball.

The instant his toe touched the ball, the dormant system interface in Sun Yang's mind burst into a blinding red light.

[God-tier talent: Caniggia, the Son of the Wind, has activated his speed!]

The initial unlock progress of only five percent instantly injected Sun Yang with a violent burst of initial power.

Sun Yang's right foot stomped heavily on the turf as if it were on a whirlwind, kicking up a patch of mud-covered grass that flew backward. His well-proportioned 160-pound body transformed into a yellow and black arrow, forcefully overtaking the opponent from the outermost sideline of the field.

Occhipka felt a thud in his eardrums, and a gust of wind brushed against his cheek. When his heavy back finally managed to turn around, and he instinctively reached out to grab Sun Yang's jersey, his fingers only caught a handful of cold air.

In just three steps, Sun Yang, as if he had cheated, left the starting wing-back two full body lengths behind, and his footwork was increasing at an alarming pace.

"He overtook! He forced his way over in the outside lane! My God!" Duan Xuan exclaimed excitedly in the live stream, his voice cracking. "Sun Yang's speed is unreasonable! He passed the ball to himself three seconds later!"