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

Inside the Red Bull Arena in Leipzig.

After listening to the final report in his earpiece, the referee Zwayer turned around and pointed firmly to the center circle service point.

Goal stands!

The VAR replay clearly showed that Sun Yang not only did not use any elbows or dirty tricks, but also used his absolute strength to suppress the three fouling players within a reasonable range of confrontation.

The referee even called Sabitzer and Kampl over without hesitation and gave them a stern warning. Considering that the game had only been going on for a minute, he reluctantly put the yellow cards back down from his pocket.

In the attacking third, Haaland finished celebrating wildly with his teammates and jogged back to his own half with his long legs.

As he passed the home team's coaching bench, the Nordic center forward stopped, turned around, and unceremoniously swung his right fist at Nagelsmann.

Such a shady little trick? You think you can stop us from connecting?

Nagelsmann was thoroughly enraged by the provocation from his younger teammate. He ripped off the tie of his expensive suit, rushed to the sideline, and yelled at the players on the field.

He ordered everyone to maintain high pressure relentlessly, and to physically attack the opponent as soon as they got the ball! No matter the cost, they had to completely cut off that Asian kid named Sun Yang's passing lanes!

The competition has resumed.

Trailing by one goal, Leipzig, under constant pressure from their coach, played with increasing impatience and brutality, turning the football field into a fighting cage.

In the fifth minute, Leipzig striker Werner unleashed a rash and wasteful shot from outside the penalty area, sending the ball flying into the empty stands.

Dortmund goalkeeper Bürki took the goal kick. Veteran Piszczek headed the ball on to pass it to the midfield.

Witsel advanced with the ball and saw Sun Yang raising his hand to ask for the ball on the right flank. He immediately passed the ball to him with a flat pass.

Sun Yang had just stopped the ball and hadn't made his next move yet.

The opposing full-backs Angelino and defensive midfielder Adams, like two raging bulls, fiercely sandwiched him from the left and right. Neither of them had the ball in their sights; their power was entirely aimed at the player's legs.

It's that same kind of bottomless, targeted foul again.

A cold glint flashed in Sun Yang's eyes; he was truly enraged by these people.

You don't want to play football politely, do you? Why do you have to resort to these low-down, despicable tactics?

Sun Yang's lips curled into a cold smile. He averted his gaze, which had been searching for Haaland's running path, and immediately stepped the ball back with his right foot.

I was originally planning to be a great assist provider, but since you guys insisted on playing dirty tricks today...

Then I won't send it.

Today, you lot must learn a lesson by paying a bloody price!

Want your legs broken? Then offer your dignity as a sacrifice to the flag!

Facing Adams's vicious stab kick, Sun Yang lightly stepped over the ball with his right foot, his upper body suddenly sinking to the left as if he had lost his balance.

A perfect deception of the center of gravity! Maradona's proud series of dribbling footwork became pure muscle memory at this moment.

Adams was completely caught off guard. He couldn't pull his outstretched leg back, slipped on the grass, and fell awkwardly to the ground with a thud.

The instant he passed Adams, Sun Yang's Caniggia Wind Child talent was fully unleashed!

He deftly used the outside of his right foot to push the ball forward. This wasn't a conventional dribbling advance; it was a pure track-and-field-style volley. His muscle fibers unleashed a terrifying thrust, and Sun Yang, like a cheetah unleashed, brutally tore a gaping hole in the center circle.

There are no fancy cycling moves, just sheer, despair-inducing speed to eat you alive!

Leipzig's full-back Angelino frantically tried to catch up, but after only two seconds, he realized with despair that he didn't even deserve to be a part of their exhaust fumes. That glaring number 29 yellow and black jersey, like a bolt of lightning, had created an absurd three-body-length gap between them.

"Close the door! Stop that madman!"

Leipzig's two center-backs, Klostermann and Upamecano, were on edge. They didn't dare to be careless and immediately tightened their defense, forming a massive encirclement at the edge of the penalty area like two moving iron towers.

Faced with these two heavy human barriers, Sun Yang, who was speeding at breakneck speed, did not slow down even slightly.

In a 10.07-second sprint, he sprinted straight into the gap between the two men with the ball.

The two Leipzig center-backs gritted their teeth, bracing for the impending brutal collision. But just half a second before the two sides were about to collide!

Sun Yang's right foot, which was originally dribbling forward, inexplicably hooked back, pulling the ball back heavily. Immediately afterwards, his ankle suddenly twisted, and the inside of his foot flicked outward at lightning speed.

Ronaldinho's amazing skill: the cowtail dribble!

Forcing a bull's tail during such a terrifying high-speed sprint would put an inhuman strain on the knees and ankles. The ball, as obedient as a living spirit, narrowly slipped between Palmecano's legs.

Sun Yang, using the remaining momentum, forcibly brushed past Klosterman's shoulder.

Leipzig's seemingly impregnable defense was torn to shreds by this combination of brutal and artistic attacks.

Only one obstacle remained before the goal. Goalkeeper Gulaci!

Gulaxi's mental defenses had collapsed. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and rush out of the goal, spreading his limbs to block the shooting angle as much as possible, like a clumsy black bear pouncing at Sun Yang's feet.

Facing the onrushing goalkeeper, Sun Yang remained remarkably calm. He gently flicked the ball with the bottom of his right foot.

A seemingly effortless, low arc. The ball grazed just as Gulaxi's glove missed its mark. Sun Yang, meanwhile, deftly bypassed the goalkeeper who was sprawled on the ground on the other side.

Before them lay a wide, empty, and undefended goal.

The vast Red Bull Arena fell into a deathly silence. The empty stands were devoid of applause, save for the heavy, rapid breathing from the field and the rustling of Sun Yang's boots on the grass.

Sun Yang strolled leisurely with the ball to the goal line.

To everyone's surprise, instead of shooting into the empty net, he raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the ball.

Then, the 20-year-old Dortmund captain slowly turned around, looking down at the disheveled, desperate Leipzig players chasing after him. His eyes were filled with blatant mockery and contempt.

You want to cripple me? Then I'll tear your faces off and stomp them into the mud right here at your doorstep!

At that moment, Haaland was striding along like a rumbling heavy truck, panting heavily as he followed from behind.

The Nordic wizard froze as he charged into the penalty area. He glanced at the ball resting on the goal line, then at Sun Yang, who stood with his hands on his hips.

Sun Yang pointed to the ball at his feet and casually took a half-step back to the side.

"Erling, you've already fed him enough to get him down to his throat. Open your mouth and eat it. The Golden Boot is yours."

Haaland paused for half a second, then grinned, revealing his signature wide mouth, and let out a wild laugh. He stepped forward and gently pushed off with the instep of his right foot.

The ball rolled into the net.

Two to zero!

On the sidelines, Leipzig coach Julian Nagelsmann angrily kicked a water bottle into the air, splashing water onto his expensive trousers.

This is utterly devastating! It's like stripping Leipzig's proud, iron-willed defense bare and parading it through the streets! Leaving a golden opportunity on the goal line in front of everyone, and then expecting a teammate to run over and eat it?

This was completely beyond Nagelsmann's tactical understanding. He couldn't stop Nagelsmann's athleticism, and fouling him wouldn't break his steel frame. Once you angered the Dortmund captain, he could single-handedly turn your entire defense into a slalom training post!

The score was glaringly displayed on the large screen at the sidelines. Less than twenty minutes into the game, Dortmund were leading by two goals away from home.

Not far away in front of the away team's bench, Favre waved his fists. He knew all too well Sun Yang's temperament—he wouldn't listen to reason, and these Leipzig barbarians were simply courting death.