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

Uncle Henry sneered and continued to slide his finger down the screen.

"This kid has really pushed himself to the limit. After being kicked out, he went for trials with several Championship and League One teams, but they wouldn't even let him in the door. Who's crazy enough to sign a ticking time bomb with a history of malicious assault?"

Henry shrugged, his face full of mockery: "His personal account is being attacked by thousands of people every day. He has to pull his hood up to his nose even when he goes out to buy coffee. His career is dead."

Sun Yang lay on the physiotherapy bed, raised an eyebrow, and didn't even turn over.

Henry thought this wasn't enough to vent his anger, so he pulled out a few more headline articles.

"And then there's that coach, Buck, who covered for him. The higher-ups pulled him out to take the blame, issuing a statement saying it was his 'personal misconduct.' Not only was the old man fired, but his coaching license was also suspended indefinitely by the FA. Now, even if he went to teach primary school kids in the community, nobody would want him!"

The only sound in the physiotherapy room was the breathing of the massage therapist.

Henry had expected that his nephew would at least celebrate by opening a bottle of champagne upon hearing of the two enemies' ignominious fate.

Sun Yang merely turned his head to the side, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

"Two scapegoats pushed out to quell the online bullying, do they think they deserve my satisfaction?" Sun Yang scoffed coldly, his voice not loud, but carrying a chilling undertone. "They're nothing more than two pieces of paper in the hands of Arsenal's management. What's truly condescending and disgusting is the arrogance of the entire club."

He propped himself up, his sharply defined muscles gleaming under the lights like a cheetah poised to pounce.

"Uncle, I don't want to cripple two guard dogs. I want to pound Arsenal's first team into the empty stadium of the Champions League in Lisbon, and personally crush their proud possession-based football!"

Catherine was quietly tidying up the essential oil bottles beside her. Upon hearing these words, a hint of amazement flickered in her deep blue eyes.

She knew that the London boy who had been wronged and only wanted to fight was completely dead on the operating table. Sitting here now was a cold, mature, and all-powerful midfield tyrant in a top club.

"Help me get all the running heatmaps and peak physical values ​​for Arsenal's starting eleven." Sun Yang stretched his cracking neck. "The more detailed the better."

"Leave it to me." Henry snapped his fingers and turned to look up information.

……

Late at night. 1:30 a.m.

Outside the villa, all was quiet. Sun Yang lay flat on the large bed, closed his eyes, and his consciousness rapidly declined.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the perpetually smooth green field of the Dream Training Camp.

With a swipe of the wrist, a semi-transparent system screen popped up, and the pulsating data stream was enough to send adrenaline soaring.

In the nine rounds of Bundesliga matches played behind closed doors after the restart, Borussia Dortmund achieved a stunning nine-game winning streak! According to the system rule of three points for a single victory, this winning streak directly gave them a full twenty-seven points!

Including my original savings, the balance flashed wildly before finally settling at: fifty-six cents!

This means that he now has the ticket to start five All-Star practice matches.

Immediately afterwards, a series of dazzling golden lights burst forth from the right side of the light screen.

The Bundesliga champion salad plate icon, Bundesliga Golden Boot icon, assist leader icon, season MVP icon... the accumulation of grand slam honors immediately triggered the system's tiered ultimate reward mechanism.

The personal attribute panel is undergoing a radical and comprehensive overhaul!

[Speed: 92]! Combined with the god-level talent "Child of the Wind Caniggia", its current short-range burst is like a heavy supercar with the accelerator floored.

[Shooting: 89]! With all sorts of amazing skills, the entire midfield and forward area is within your shooting range.

[Dribbling: 84]! His dribbling, which was originally his weakest point, has been boosted by this bonus, jumping from 75 to 84. Coupled with his numerous legendary feints, no one will be able to take the ball from him in midfield anymore; even Kanté would have to go through a lot.

[Passing: 99]! Max value! Combined with the amazing skill of "point and shoot", he is now a goal-making machine with a god's-eye view.

[Fitness: 94]! Combined with Kanté's "perpetual motion lungs", he is definitely the tireless king of European football.

[Confrontation: 80+], [Defense: 76], [Balance: 88]! His rigorous training in Peking Opera since childhood has given him superhuman flexibility, allowing him to fold his body at an inhuman level.

The large characters at the bottom of the light screen burst open with a dazzling dark gold color.

[Current overall score: 91 points]

[Evaluation term: Core of elite team tactics]

He's completely broken through the 90-point barrier! Sun Yang is now fully qualified to show off his thigh muscles to the world in any top European club.

Just as Sun Yang was preparing to check his skill proficiency.

"drop!"

A blood-red warning box suddenly appeared in the center of the light screen, with sharp lettering.

[Warning: The host's overall score has exceeded the 90-point threshold. The Master One-on-One Dream Training Mode has now been permanently closed.]

[System notification: Infrastructure setup complete, and the power-up mechanisms of renowned masters from various schools of thought have been fully integrated.]

[Subsequent skill advancements, unlocking of god-level talents, and practical development will no longer be provided with nanny-style, targeted instruction from the system! The host must rely on their own understanding through the All-Star Tournament!]

Seeing the line of red text, Sun Yang didn't panic.

Raise your hand and tap in the air, cleanly and neatly swiping away the notification box.

The system can indeed impart skills, but it can never teach a person how to smell the blood of a fatal blow in a desperate situation.

His period of being a caretaker is over? Perfect timing. He's fully armed and no longer wants to be an apprentice. With a month to go until the Champions League quarterfinals, he's going to hone his skills against historic superstars in the All-Star game!

"Start the fight."

He pressed the start button for the All-Star Game heavily. The system immediately deducted 10 points, leaving him with a balance of 46.

As soon as the words were spoken, a violent gale suddenly swept around the Dream Stadium! On the pure white horizon, four dazzling beams of light crashed into the center circle.

Four superstars, randomly selected by the system from the annals of history, slowly solidified within a pillar of light. Two in white jerseys became teammates, while the other two in red jerseys became opponents.

The golden light dissipated.

Sun Yang narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the opposite half of the court like a knife.

The sight of his two opponents standing in that row made Sun Yang's eyelids twitch wildly, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Thierry Henri, King of Highbury, France!

Arjen Robben, the Dutch Flying Dutchman!

"Good heavens... System, you son of a bitch, you're putting a left-wing monster and an inside-cutting god on me for this warm-up game?"

Sun Yang gritted his teeth and turned to look at his two teammates.

That distinctive little braid, coupled with a body as tall as an iron tower.

Two of the Dutch trio: Ruud Gullit, the "Black Tulip," and Frank Rijkaard, the "Black Swan"!

Sun Yang was stunned for a second, then a burning fighting spirit burst forth in his eyes.

Defense? What kind of defense is that?!

They are all the ultimate weapons in the midfield and forward lines. Are they going to fight a crazy attacking battle in these 90 minutes?