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

Zorc held the fax paper in his hand; the printed ink on it had long since been blurred by the rain.

Favre stood to the side, his old face as gloomy as if he had just swallowed half a dead fly.

"Damn this Lisbon tournament format! Single-elimination matches everywhere!" Zorc cursed in German, slamming the paper on the table. "Are UEFA officials insane? This means there's absolutely no room for adjustment. Even if you win every single match, just one slip-up and your entire Champions League season is for nothing!"

Sun Yang stepped forward, casually pulled out the nearly crumpled fax paper, and glanced at it indifferently.

"No home or away games? Isn't that interesting?" Sun Yang slapped the paper back onto Zorc's chest. "Single-match elimination is like the Colosseum in Rome. Which of those self-proclaimed elegant giants in Europe isn't afraid of our fearless Borussia Dortmund attack?"

Haaland, tossing his long, wet, blond hair, grinned like a grizzly bear just out of the water and roared, "The captain is absolutely right! The tournament format is a free-for-all. Whoever has the strongest fist walks off the field standing up!"

Favre looked at the two young men in front of him, their eyes gleaming with greed, and rubbed his temples in exasperation.

"Sit down, everyone, and focus on conquering the Bundesliga. The league starts the day after tomorrow, and those reporters from Bild are lining up to laugh at us."

As May drew to a close, the Bundesliga title race reached a fever pitch.

Media outlets are speculating that the young Borussia Dortmund team will inevitably collapse under the tight schedule, and that Bayern Munich's comeback is only a matter of time.

On May 31st, the 29th round began.

Bayern Munich hosted Fortuna Düsseldorf at the Allianz Arena. Desperate to reclaim their top spot, the Bavarian giants played like a pack of rabid wolves, turning the entire match into a brutal half-court attack and defense drill.

Lewandowski unleashed a powerful attack from both sides, scoring two goals with overwhelming force.

After scoring, the Polish striker made no unnecessary celebrations. He turned and ran towards the center circle with a cold expression, urging the referee to restart the game. This domineering presence was his strongest challenge to that blond-haired youngster from Westphalia.

Thirty goals in a single season!

The final score on the big screen was 5-0.

Bayern Munich, with a three-point lead, pulled away from Borussia Dortmund and regained the top spot in the standings.

The following day, at the Paderborn Benteler Arena.

As soon as the Dortmund team bus entered the stadium tunnel, the locker room was so quiet you could hear breathing.

Haaland tossed his phone onto the bench; the screen was still playing Lewandowski's goal highlights on a loop.

"Thirty in total." Haaland snapped, ripping off his jacket to expose his massive, rock-like latissimus dorsi muscles. "Is this Polish old monster some kind of machine that grew up eating blocks of iron?"

Sun Yang put on his yellow and black number 29 jersey, raised his hand and forcefully pulled the captain's armband up to his left upper arm, his voice completely calm.

"Then why don't you just get three in today?"

"Captain, those bottom-ranked teams are insane. These relegation teams are just biting us on the pitch." Sancho stuffed shin guards into his socks. "Today we're going to have plenty of cleats on our shins. They're going to play like their lives depend on it."

"The tougher the bones, the more powerful the kick." Sun Yang stomped his foot twice on the non-slip floor, making a dull thud. "Listen up, everyone, let's go! Let's take back our first place!"

Before the match, Paderborn were indeed prepared to go down with the team. With only five rounds left in the league, their bottom-ranked position forced them to turn the pitch into a gladiatorial arena.

As soon as the opening whistle blew, the home team unleashed an extremely brutal, hand-to-hand combat tactic.

Paderborn's defenders practically sprinted at full speed, using themselves as human bowling balls to smash into the Dortmund players who had the ball.

Tenth minute of the match. Sun Yang receives a cross from Witsel in the center circle.

The ball had barely left his foot when Paderborn's defensive midfielder Jasula burst out from his blind spot, his studs flashing, and delivered a vicious sliding tackle that brought Sun Yang to his knees.

The referee didn't even give a verbal warning, simply issuing a regular foul.

In the empty stadium, the dull thud of cleats scraping against flesh echoed with unusual clarity and eeriness.

Haaland's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he charged forward like a bulldozer, ready to grab Jasula by the neck. Sun Yang stood up and grabbed Haaland's wrist.

"Don't let the referee pull out a card." Sun Yang patted the grass clippings off his shorts expressionlessly. "His move didn't even break a single hair on my thigh."

The Iron Legs talent was forcibly triggered. The 50% true physical damage reduction turned this vicious tackle, which could have broken a leg, into a painless, ineffective slap.

This dirty tackle didn't make Dortmund back down; instead, it completely ignited the savagery in the Black and Yellows' bones.

In the 15th minute, Paderborn's attack in the attacking third was thwarted, and Hummels cleared the ball with a powerful header from the edge of the penalty area.

The ball was tossed high towards the top of the center circle.

Sun Yang took two steps back and precisely blocked the ball, firmly holding Jasula, who had just made a dirty tackle, behind him and controlling the ball with his chest.

He didn't even lift his head as soon as he landed.

Kant's perpetual motion machine lungs were pumping massive amounts of oxygen continuously, and even under extreme confrontation, his brain remained as cold as a supercomputer.

Pirlo sends a long pass into the spatial vision area, activate!

A panoramic heat map of the stadium lit up in his mind. He clearly spotted the deadly gap, only three meters wide, between Paderborn's two center-backs.

In the attacking third, Haaland has already started his run like a cheetah.

Using the momentum of the ball's descent, Sun Yang flicked the ball with the instep of his right foot, delivering a precise and accurate shot.

The ball, with a strong backspin, traced a sharp line in the air, soaring directly over the heads of two center-backs. Most terrifyingly, just as the ball was about to leave the penalty area and land, the strong backspin caused a bizarre slowing effect in mid-air.

This physics-defying stunt caused the home team's goalkeeper to completely miss the golden opportunity to intercept.

Haaland, with one of the opposing center-backs dangling over him, recklessly surged forward to catch the ball. In desperation, the goalkeeper had no choice but to abandon his goal and dive, his hands aimed straight for Haaland's ankle.

The two, carrying immense kinetic energy, crashed heavily to the ground.

The referee's whistle blew sharply, and his finger pointed directly at the penalty spot without any hesitation!

Paderborn players surrounded the referee in angry protests, but to no avail.

Haaland rolled over and got up, scooped the ball into his arms, and walked to the 12-yard box. He took a deep breath and unleashed a powerful left-footed shot straight down the middle.

The net tumbled violently. The goalkeeper dived in the wrong direction.

One to zero!

Haaland sprinted toward the corner flag, plopped down, and struck his signature meditative pose in celebration.

Sun Yang jogged over and slapped the kid on the back of the head without any hesitation: "Remember this, this is the twenty-fifth."

Once the stalemate was broken, the defenses of these relegation-threatened teams immediately cracked. They had no choice but to press forward and attack, turning the open space behind them into a playground for Dortmund's fast horses.

In the 35th minute, Sun Yang was double-teamed on the left wing and forced into a corner.

He didn't slow down at all, and the shoulder feint taught by Zidane made a comeback. He slammed his left shoulder down and used his right foot to create a convincing inside cut and dribble feint.

Before the two defenders could even react, their center of gravity had already shifted to the right side of the sliding track.

In that fraction of a second, Sun Yang deftly slid his right foot toward the baseline, slipping through the gap between the two men like an eel.

He launched a direct cross. The ball wasn't aimed at the central behemoth Haaland, but rather directly at the onrushing Hazard on the right flank.

Thorgan Hazard met the ball without hesitation and unleashed a beautiful volley. The ball grazed the inside of the far post and nestled into the net.

Two to zero!

In the second half, the relegation-threatened team was subjected to a brutal massacre by Borussia Dortmund.

In the 55th minute, Haaland received the ball in midfield, used his overwhelming strength to beat the opposing center-back, broke into the penalty area, and unleashed a powerful shot into the goal.

In the 60th minute, Sancho delivered a pinpoint through ball from the right flank, and Haaland pounced on the loose ball in the six-yard box to complete his hat-trick!

His goal tally has reached twenty-seven! He's just three goals behind Lewandowski on the list.

In the 78th minute, the game was essentially over. Favre waved from the sidelines, preparing to substitute Haaland to conserve his energy.

At that moment, Dortmund won a free kick in the attacking third, a full thirty meters away from the goal.

Sun Yang stood in front of the ball, measuring the distance of five footprints backward step by step.

Carlos's heavy cannon firing mechanism is now fully activated.

He stomped his right foot hard on the turf, his entire body charging towards the ball like a heavy armored vehicle accelerating through a corner. The muscles in his right thigh bulged like fully stretched steel bars, and the outside of his foot, carrying unparalleled physical kinetic energy, slammed into the lower middle part of the ball without reservation.

boom!

A deafening explosion ripped through the stadium, enough to stop a heartbeat.

The ball had almost no parabola, but with a powerful outward spin that was clearly visible to the naked eye, it slammed straight into the top right corner of the goal.

The poor goalkeeper didn't even have time to complete his save; he only managed a desperate turn of his neck. The frame-by-frame capture of the broadcast even left a trail of afterimages along the ball's trajectory.

The score remained a bloody 6-1. Paderborn managed only a consolation goal by sheer luck.

Borussia Dortmund decisively took three points, and with a crushing goal difference advantage, once again dethroned Bayern Munich.

However, this strangulation continues.