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

Sun Yang rolled around on the grass, covering his face and letting out painful roars. He then handed his left leg to the team doctor, Schmidt, who rushed over.

Sweating profusely, Schmidt peeled off the shin guards and carefully pulled down his soccer socks.

The moment his hand touched his skin, he froze.

The bare ankle was neither red nor swollen, not even a single red vein could be found. The calf muscles were harder than stone, and the bones were so smooth they could be used as anatomical specimens.

Schmidt's eye twitched suddenly. He looked up at Sun Yang, who was still wailing in agony, his mind filled with questions.

He instinctively used his broad back to block the broadcast camera not far away, gritting his teeth and lowering his voice.

"Are you made of iron? There's not even a red mark. Who are you trying to fool with this pitiful wail?"

Sun Yang immediately peeked out with one eye from between his hands, winked mischievously at Schmidt with his right eye, and then his facial muscles contorted again as he continued to writhe in pain on the grass.

Schmidt, a seasoned veteran in the locker room, immediately understood. He deftly pulled out an ice-cold spray from the medical kit and sprayed it indiscriminately onto Sun Yang's smooth calves. The blindingly cold air filled the air, successfully obscuring all vision. To outsiders, this looked like emergency treatment for a serious injury.

The Schalke team doctor next door was frantic. Zelda was clutching his deformed ankle, convulsing, and the doctor was so anxious that he was gesturing from the sidelines to call for a stretcher.

Just then, referee Aitkin pressed the communication microphone on his ear, and an urgent prompt came from the video assistant referee.

Without hesitation, he turned and ran toward the VAR monitor on the sidelines.

The broadcast then showed a high-definition slow-motion replay of the scene.

In the footage, Zelda's face is contorted with rage, his gleaming metal studs flashing as he stomps at Sun Yang's supporting foot like a thug. Although Sun Yang pulled back his foot half a beat in advance, causing Zelda to miss and injure himself, the move was clearly intended to ruin his career, leaving no room for excuses.

In the studio, Duan Xuan's voice trembled with anger, and he nearly overturned the table: "This isn't playing football, this is intentional injury! This is a leg-breaking move that could ruin someone's livelihood. Schalke is completely desperate after losing; it's so dirty. If Sun Yang hadn't dodged quickly, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"

After watching the replay, Aitkin ran back onto the field with a dark expression.

He completely ignored Zelda, who was still writhing in pain on the stretcher, walked over, decisively pulled out a bright red card, and held it high.

He was shown a straight red card and sent off.

Schalke 04 are down to ten men for the remainder of the game, playing with eleven.

What's worse, the foul occurred exactly two meters to the right of the edge of Schalke's penalty area.

Dortmund were awarded a perfectly positioned direct free kick.

After confirming that the stretcher had been moved away, Sun Yang, with Schmidt's help, limped to his feet, slowly pulled his socks back up to his knees, and retied his shoelaces.

He had only taken two steps when the mask of pain and limp on his face vanished as if by magic. His steps became as steady as a mountain.

His Dortmund teammates swarmed around him. Haaland, like an excited Nordic bear, strode over and patted Sun Yang on the shoulder.

"Hey bro, are you sure your foot's okay?"

Sun Yang shook his head easily.

He turned and walked towards the ball, bent down and placed it on the white foam line sprayed by the referee, stood up and stepped back, his steps measured as if measured with a ruler, a full five steps.

Hands on hips, back ramrod straight. His gaze, sharp as a knife, pierced the penalty area, locking onto the top left corner of Schalke 04's goal.

Goalkeeper Schubert clung to the goalpost, screaming hysterically and frantically waving his arms to direct the formation of the wall of players.

Five Schalke defenders, including Oczipka and McKennie, clung tightly to each other's arms, forming a menacing wall to block the near post. Schubert himself crouched at the far post, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Referee Aitkin took two steps back and blew the whistle to take the penalty.

Sun Yang took a deep breath, his chest bulging high.

Step out with your left foot, lean your body forward, and naturally open your arms to maintain balance.

Five-step running start.

Each time the spikes hit the turf, they produced a dull, solid echo.

The penultimate step involved a heavy stomp of the left foot about twenty centimeters to the left of the ball, the entire sole of the foot driven into the ground like a wedge. The right leg then swung high backward, the calf muscles fully engaged.

In the fraction of a second of contact with the ball, the inside of the right foot struck the lower middle part of the ball hard. The thigh generated power, driving the lower leg, and the ankle, after absorbing the full force, pulled upwards sharply.

boom.

A deafening thud echoed from the empty Westfalen Stadium.

The Bechtel arc was triggered. The crescent moon blade appeared, flashing a chillingly cold light.

The ball shot up from the ground. Its initial velocity was astonishing, and it spun wildly at high speed as it hurtled towards the wall of players.

Schalke's five defenders jumped simultaneously with their eyes closed, attempting to block the shot with their bodies.

But the ball bounced so high that it went straight over McKinney's head.

Just as everyone craned their necks, thinking the ball was about to fly into the stands.

At the highest point after clearing the wall of players, the ball deviated from its usual trajectory and began to plummet violently and unexpectedly.

It drew a large C-shaped rainbow arc in mid-air, exhibiting a violent aesthetic.

The moment Schubert saw the ball's trajectory, his pupils contracted sharply. He stomped his legs off the turf and lunged fiercely towards the left post. He stretched his arms to their limit, his fingers even feeling the air being torn apart and flowing backward.

You can't even touch it.

The ball, like a precision-guided cruise missile, fiercely grazed the inside edge of the left post of the goal and crashed deep into the snow-white net.

Swish.

Eighty minutes.

Borussia Dortmund 4-0 Schalke 04.

Sun Yang stood at the free-throw line without moving an inch, his hands raised high, his index fingers pointing straight to the sky.

Haaland let out a beastly roar, charged forward, and tackled Sun Yang to the ground. Ashraf and Dahud swarmed in from behind, piling on top of him like a human pyramid.

"Goal! Goal! Goal!" Duan Xuan's voice was completely hoarse, and he slammed his fist on the broadcasting station with a deafening roar. "A signature free kick! This goal was unstoppable. The angle was incredibly precise. Sun Yang's perfect direct free kick completely killed the suspense of the game. It also gave a resounding slap to those Schalke players who tried to ruin the game with dirty tricks."

Tao Wei gripped the microphone, panting with excitement: "A game-winning goal! This kick shattered Schalke's morale. Sun Yang is terrifying. He's the team's metronome in midfield, a rock-solid defender, and can even double as a striker to score free kicks. He's practically a hexagonal monster with no weaknesses."

The broadcast camera panned across the sidelines.

Schalke 04's head coach, Kramer, sat slumped in a plastic chair on the bench, his eyes glazed over, like a deflated balloon.

Trailing 0-4, with a red card and one less player, and a key player injured and forced to leave the game.

What should have been a fierce Ruhr derby turned into a one-sided and brutal massacre.

The old coach raised his voice and shouted desperately at the ten players who remained on the field.

"Get back. Everyone back to your half. Don't cross the center line."

Kramer had no intention of saving face anymore; his only thought now was to maintain the score and absolutely prevent the tragedy from escalating into an even bigger, more devastating massacre.

After Schalke 04 restarted the game, their formation completely collapsed into a lifeless, defensive wall. All the players in blue and white jerseys were clustered within the penalty area, with even center forward Raman dropping back to the defensive midfield position to participate in defense.

But the Dortmund pack of hungry wolves showed no sign of stopping.

Eighty-third minute of the match.

Haaland dribbled into the penalty area, bracing Sané's close marking and forcefully protecting the ball.

Sun Yang, who had made a high-speed pass back in an inverted triangle formation, grinned widely and roared wildly.

"Brothers! These cowards' backed down, let's smash their gate!"

Sun Yang took a touch with his right foot and dribbled directly into the penalty area, with a defender closely following behind him.

The opposing defender, his teeth chattering, gritted his teeth and stepped forward to meet this cold-blooded demon who had just put his teammate on a stretcher.