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

On the sidelines, Favre wiped the rain off his face and made two substitutions without hesitation.

Sancho replaced the completely exhausted Brandt, and the experienced veteran Witsel replaced Delaney.

Witsel ran onto the field carrying the coaching staff's orders. He went straight to Sun Yang and slapped him on the shoulder: "Captain, the boss said you need to move forward! Go behind Erling and tear their defense apart!"

At this point, the Belgian veteran pointed to his shoes: "As for the dirty work of defense in the backcourt, leave it all to me!"

This is Favre's ultimate trump card. By using Witsel to stabilize the defensive midfield, he completely frees up Sun Yang. He pushes him into the most lethal attacking midfield position, equipping this counter-attack with the most sophisticated guidance radar.

The match reached a critical juncture in the 70th minute.

Bayern Munich's entire team was on fire, pushing their formation across the midfield line without reservation, leaving only Boateng and Alaba as lone center-backs.

As soon as Müller received the ball at the top of the center circle, he stretched out his leg to pass it to Coman, who was making a high-speed run on the left.

Just as Coman was about to touch the ball.

Suddenly, a yellow-black storm swept up from the side! Sun Yang, like a cheetah that had been lying in wait, pounced and attacked, taking advantage of the last tenths of a second before Coman received the ball, his massive body crashing to the ground.

boom!

With a clean yet fierce sliding tackle, he brought down Koeman completely!

Referee Stiller had his whistle in his mouth, standing five meters away. He pushed his hands forward, indicating that the sliding tackle had touched the ball first, cleanly, and play continued!

The ball rolled rapidly through the puddle toward the center.

Haaland was like a shark that had smelled blood. He aimed precisely at the ball's trajectory, took a long stride, and thunderously cut in, then forcefully dribbled the ball forward.

At this moment, the four sharp knives of the Yellow and Black Army's front line were all unsheathed!

Haaland dribbled the ball through the middle, and Sun Yang, Sancho, and Hazard, who had just gotten up from the ground, advanced together from all three sides, splashing water as they sped forward.

Bayern's defensive midfielder Goretzka, realizing the situation was critical, directly rammed into Haaland, clearly intending to use a yellow card to forcefully extinguish this fast attack.

Haaland didn't give him a chance to foul him! The Norwegian, while advancing at high speed, gently pushed the ball with the inside of his right foot, sending it obediently rolling towards Sun Yang, who was quickly following up on the left. Haaland himself, without looking back, continued his sprint, heading straight for the heart of Bayern's penalty area.

Sun Yang met the ball and strode forward with ease.

Blocking his path was Gnabry, Bayern's formidable one-on-one defender on the right flank. Gnabry lowered his center of gravity, his eyes fixed on the ball at Sun Yang's feet, ready to tackle at any moment.

However, at this moment, Sun Yang activated the Great Pendulum Force Mechanism!

With the added advantage of his "Iron Legs" talent reducing damage by 50%, Sun Yang completely disregarded the terrifying strain on his meniscus and knee ligaments. While dribbling at high speed, his right shoulder suddenly dropped down, his upper body like a tightly wound spring, and he made an exaggerated feint to the right, his right foot sweeping over the ball with a powerful gust of wind.

Gnabry's brain went into overdrive, instinctively assuming Sun Yang was going to overtake him from the right. He was forced to slam his weight onto his left leg, attempting to forcefully turn and block the way.

Just as he shifted his weight onto the ground.

Sun Yang pushed off the slippery grass with his left foot, his entire body completely defying the laws of physics, and with a bizarre change of direction that sent chills down everyone's spine, he rapidly pulled the ball back to the left.

Gnabry's legs felt like they were twisted into pretzel by an invisible hand, his feet slipped badly, and he fell headfirst into a muddy puddle due to the inertia.

Sun Yang calmly passed by him, then swung his leg high, posing as if he was about to unleash a powerful shot from the edge of the penalty area.

Bayern's right-back Pavard got desperate and abandoned his defense on the flank, sliding across in mid-air in an attempt to block the shot with his body.

But all talk and no action! Just as Sun Yang's ankle was about to touch the ball, he casually flicked it to the right.

Effortless mastery, using minimal force to move a great weight!

The ball drew a short arc in mid-air, perfectly passing the fallen Pavard, and landed steadily at the feet of Sancho, who was cutting in at high speed on the right wing.

Facing Alaba's close challenge, the English star displayed rare composure. Before the ball had settled, he used the momentum of the rebound to gently tap it with the instep of his foot.

A textbook example of a wall-bumping play!

The ball, as if guided by precision, flew through the gap between Alaba's outstretched legs and spun precisely to Sun Yang, who had already cut inside and entered the penalty area.

In just a brief exchange, a maneuver from left to right and a quick one-two was enough to utterly tear the South King's proud ironclad defenses to shreds.

Sun Yang dribbled the ball all the way to the edge of the six-yard box.

Seeing the defense crumble, goalkeeper Neuer decisively rushed out of his goal, his massive body crashing down like a moving wall of sighs. Boateng, his eyes bloodshot, desperately slid in to cover behind him.

Facing the onrushing goalkeeper, Sun Yang once again raised his left foot high. The entire long stride and arm swing motion of the shot was extremely powerful, so realistic that it was chilling.

Neuer didn't dare to gamble at all; his massive body immediately fell sideways to the ground, spreading his limbs to block all possible near-angle shots.

Just a fraction of a second before the shoe was about to strike the ball.

Sun Yang's raised left foot landed lightly, landing firmly on the side of the ball for support, while his right toe subtly poked the bottom of the ball.

There were no earth-shattering, violent cannon shots, only the most ingenious and skillful techniques to kill and destroy.

The ball avoided Neuer's fingers and Boateng's sliding tackle, rolling straight towards the far post along the slippery turf.

It was a ghost town then, but it wouldn't be for long. Because a Norse demon was waiting to devour this most lucrative prize!

Alaba desperately grabbed Haaland's jersey from behind, his weight of over 100 pounds almost entirely hanging on Haaland's shoulders.

Haaland, his eyes bloodshot, completely ignored the pulling from behind. His massive body exerted force, slamming him and Alaba together onto the muddy grass, launching a shovel attack!

He stretched his left leg out as far as he could. The wound on his calf, already wrapped in white medical bandages, was immediately torn open by the violent friction against the grass. Under the rain, a large patch of glaring, intense crimson blood instantly showed through the rough gauze.

boom!

The huge custom-made sneakers slammed into the ball.

The ball crashed into the empty net without any doubt, sending up a spectacular white spray inside Bayern's goal.

Dortmund, 4-2!

Seventy-two minutes—a point in time that can suffocate the weak and drive the strong mad. This counter-attack goal, tinged with the stench of blood, completely shattered Bayern Munich's mental defenses.

In the CCTV broadcast studio thousands of miles away, commentator Duan Xuan's voice cracked with fervor: "Goal!!! Brilliant teamwork! Unparalleled counter-attacking aesthetics! Haaland scores despite injury! This goal is so inspiring! Dortmund extends their lead to 4-2, pushing the Bavarian giants to the brink of defeat!"

Tao Wei, visibly excited, loosened his suit tie and slammed his fist on the table, his face flushed. "The speed at which they transitioned from defense to attack was terrifying! It was an unstoppable, relentless barrage! Did you all see that? As long as Sun Yang was orchestrating the attack from the center, the Borussia Dortmund's lethality increased exponentially. That pendulum dribble followed by that lob pass—Sun Yang was playing with his brain, completely rubbing Bayern's defense into the mud!"

Inside the empty Westfalen Stadium, the rain continued to pour.

"Beep! Beep beep!"

Referee Stiller pointed to the center circle, indicating the goal was valid. But immediately afterward, he blew his whistle sharply, sprinted towards the penalty area, pointed to Haaland's bleeding left leg, and made a firm gesture: the medical team had to enter the field, and the player must leave to treat his wound and change into blood-free gear before returning to the game. This was an inviolable rule.

Dortmund's team doctor immediately grabbed his medical kit and rushed into the heavy rain.

Haaland climbed out of the mud, glanced down at the glaring "bloody leg," and grinned dismissively. He didn't even bother with the team doctor, and limped towards Sun Yang with his arms outstretched.

The two collided heavily in the pouring rain on the south stand, splashing water and sweat everywhere.

"Captain! Well done! I told you I'd tear them apart, even with a broken leg, I'd still kick that ball in!" Haaland roared in his rough, raspy voice.

Sun Yang gasped for breath, patting the demon's broad back forcefully.

Haaland was then forcibly pulled off the sideline by the team doctor to treat his wound.

Sun Yang turned around and wiped the rain off his face. His right thigh was also wrapped in thick muscle tape and bandages.

Bayern's players looked like wilted eggplants. Neuer stood on the grass, looking helplessly at his mud-covered gloves; Müller stood with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving as he shook his head.

The center serve point.

Sun Yang met Robert Lewandowski's gaze through the rain curtain, which stretched over ten meters away.

This world's top striker, who had dominated the Bundesliga's top scorer list for many years, had finally completely shed the arrogant air that had once filled his eyes. In its place was a deep solemnity as if facing a formidable enemy, and a bloodthirsty fighting spirit that only comes with encountering top prey.

The real battle has only just begun.