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

In the 85th minute, the Red Team launched another attack.

The counterattack originated on the right flank. In a scramble at the edge of the penalty area, the Red Team's defensive midfielder made a precise tackle to dispossess Sun Yang, then flicked the ball with his toe, sending it rolling directly towards Robben, who was roaming down the wing.

After receiving the ball, the Dutch winger's dribbling rhythm changed abruptly, as if his feet had been equipped with a variable frequency motor.

He unleashed a furious surge along the right flank. The white team's left-back had nowhere to retreat but to grit his teeth and press forward.

There's an ironclad rule on the football field: everyone knows Robben is going to cut inside, but you just can't stop him. The white team's left-back gritted his teeth, throwing all his weight onto the inside of the defense, trying to shut down that deadly run.

Just as the two were less than half a meter apart, Robben made his move. He flicked the ball towards the baseline with the outside of his left foot, and his left shoulder dropped sharply in the process.

That feint was so realistic! It looked like he was about to abandon his inside cut and go for the baseline with a vengeance.

The white team's left-back had no time to think; his body, driven by defensive instinct, twisted his waist and abdomen sharply to block the baseline.

In that slight shift in balance, Robben's supporting foot, during his high-speed run, completed a terrifying, almost superhuman fold. His left foot hooked the ball with the inside, forcefully pulling it back 180 degrees on the grass!

The violent reversal of the center of gravity caused the white team's left-back to get his legs tangled and slip and fall to the ground in a sorry state.

Robben didn't even glance back at the fallen defender. He dribbled laterally for just one step, creating a perfect shooting angle. He then unleashed a signature inward-spinning shot.

boom!

The ball whistled through the air, tracing an exaggerated curved trajectory, and nestled into the absolute top left corner of the goal. The white team's goalkeeper's desperate dive didn't even manage to graz the ball.

6 is better than 6!

Sun Yang stood in midfield, his chest heaving, breathing heavily. He stared wide-eyed as he witnessed this incredible goal.

Faced with absolute speed and historic mastery of signature moves, any meticulously crafted tactical system is like a thin sheet of paper, torn to shreds.

The match has officially entered stoppage time.

The score is tied. The white team has no way out and is pressing forward with all their players in an attempt to win one last game.

In the 92nd minute, Sun Yang found a good opportunity outside the penalty area and unleashed a powerful long-range shot with his right leg. The shot was powerful and aimed straight for the top corner. However, the Red Team's virtual goalkeeper performed exceptionally well, punching the ball out of the penalty area with both fists.

The second ball was unsurprisingly controlled by the Red Team's midfield.

The deadly offensive and defensive transition began ruthlessly in the final minute before the whistle blew.

The ball arced through the air in a wide arc that spanned half the field, landing precisely at Henry's feet near the center circle.

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The French striker calmly chested the ball down, then used the ball's downward momentum to half-turn, without any extra dribbling, and pushed the ball into a huge open space on the right flank of the attacking third.

Robben had somehow already lurked behind the White Team's defense, appearing like a ghost in that position.

One-on-one!

He was far ahead of everyone else. No defender on the white team could keep up with the Black Mamba at full speed.

Robben dribbled all the way into the penalty area, and facing the goalkeeper who had come out of his goal in desperation, he deftly flicked the ball with the tip of his left foot.

The ball gracefully sailed over the goalkeeper's desperate head and slowly drifted into the empty net.

The referee's sharp final whistle rang out across the stadium at the same time.

The match has ended.

The final score is 6-7.

In this empty dream stadium, this thrilling goal-scoring battle ultimately ended in a dismal defeat for Sun Yang's white team.

Sun Yang rested his hands on his knees, sweat dripping down his chin onto the virtual grass. He had lost. Even with legendary teammates like Gullit and Rijkaard by his side, he couldn't withstand the final counterattack from the two monsters on the opposing side lanes.

However, there was not a trace of discouragement in his eyes; instead, an uncontainable excitement surged within them. This brutal, ninety-minute life-or-death battle had given him a thorough understanding of the killer instinct of top superstars under duress.

The projections of the surrounding superstars began to blur in the empty stadium, turning into four pillars of light that completely disappeared into the sky.

Then, the system's cold, synthesized electronic voice slammed down on my head right on time.

The All-Star Game has ended.

Match result: Loss.

[The holographic video of this match has been added to the system archives. The host can access it at any time with a god-like perspective, analyzing frame by frame the star players' touches, positioning, and tactical maneuvers.]

[The next All-Star game will enter a one-month cooldown period. Note: Due to the loss in this game, no new legendary players will be generated for the next match. Henry, Robben, Gullit, and Rijkaard will be randomly reassigned to different factions in the next match. A new batch of historical superstars will only be unlocked when the host's team wins.]

Disruption and restructuring?

Sun Yang licked his dry, bitter lips, his eye twitching violently. In other words, next month he would most likely face Gullit's human bulldozer, or be targeted to the point of being unable to take care of himself by Rijkaard's midfield maestro.

Before he could catch his breath, the system screen in the void suddenly flashed, and the text turned a chilling blood red.

[Host detected to have lost the match; penalty mechanism forcibly activated.]

[To ensure that the host internalizes the cruelty of competitive sports and completely abandons the opportunistic mentality of "getting free skills," this system rejects anything gained without effort.]

[Mandatory Special Training Activated: The host must complete specialized training in the Dream Training Camp for "Robben cutting inside and shooting" and "Henry pushing the ball into the far corner from the penalty area."]

[Strict Requirements: Each skill must be executed with precision, striking into an absolute blind spot while undefended. Furthermore, the accuracy of the striking motion must be at least 90%, and each skill must be completed 10,000 times!]

[Until this target is met, the system will completely block the exit route. The host will be unable to escape the dream and return to reality!]

Upon seeing the cold, hard numbers of ten thousand uses for the two skills on the screen, Sun Yang's cheek muscles twitched uncontrollably.

Is this a deliberate attempt to keep him from waking up? This is tantamount to forcibly confining him to this desolate grassland, subjecting him to the most tedious and grueling mechanical shooting practice, gradually destroying his mental defenses.

There is absolutely no room for negotiation.

The grass beneath their feet rapidly transformed and reassembled, and the virtual players of the red and white teams had long since been cleared out.

The vast half of the field is now left with only a cold, empty goal, two relentlessly spinning automatic ball machines, and a mountain of standard-sized balls piled up on the sidelines.

"Twenty thousand standard goals..." Sun Yang straightened his aching body, raised his hands and slapped his cheeks hard, forcibly getting his exhausted muscles excited again.

He didn't complain. Because in the real world, the most grueling and unforgiving Champions League single-elimination round-robin tournament was about to begin. Arsenal, a strong Premier League team, was about to face Borussia Dortmund on the biggest stage.

If they want to tear apart Arsenal's defense with their own hands, their current hand is far from enough!

He strode to the top of the arc.

The first ball was launched from the ball machine and rolled forward at a constant speed on the grass.

The supporting foot technique taught by Robben flashed through Sun Yang's mind. He decisively leaned his body to the left and swung the inside of his left foot towards the ball.

The ball arced out of bounds but went just wide of the post.

[Action accuracy 65%, angle deviation, not included in the total.] The cold, unforgiving notification tone showed no mercy.

The second ball bounced right after.

Sun Yang took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and swung his heavy thigh again.

In this pure white space, time completely loses its meaning.

A thousand times.

Five thousand times.

Eight thousand times.

The tedious, repetitive exertion caused his thigh muscles to protest with extreme soreness. Without the system's unlimited stamina and his own "Iron Legs" divine talent's damage reduction, his cruciate ligaments would have torn hundreds of times over at this inhuman shooting frequency.

When Sun Yang's ten-thousandth successful shot with an inside cut grazed the crossbar and nestled into the net, he felt that his left leg had completely lost sensation and was only swinging on the instinctive inertia of his muscles.

But without even pausing to catch his breath, he dragged his numb left leg to the left side of the penalty area to begin the second task—Henry's push-shot training.

Lower your center of gravity.

The arch of the foot is locked.

Push the far angle.

Find the blind spots.

Repetitive, tedious, and mechanical repetition.

When the system panel jumped to the 9,999th standard shot, Sun Yang's vision began to blur. His mental energy had long been squeezed to the brink of collapse.

He bit his lip hard, using the pain to stimulate his nerves, and stared intently at the last ball rolling towards him.

The final step is to dribble the ball.

He suddenly lowered his center of gravity.

Never slow down.

A firm, accurate, and powerful push with the arch of the foot!

The ball flew across the grass like a sharp blade, tracing a strangely straight line, precisely grazing the inside of the far post before crashing hard into the snow-white net.

【Ding! 】

The special training objectives have been successfully achieved.

Robben's inside cut and shot (muscle memory activated) has significantly improved, putting him into a practically usable position.

[Henry's push to the far corner (muscle memory activated), proficiency greatly improved, officially entering the stage of practical use.]

[Punishment lifted. Exit portal reopened. The host will exit the dream and return to reality in ten seconds...ten...nine...]

The echoes of the system's countdown reverberated through the empty stadium.

Sun Yang's legs gave way, and he collapsed backward onto the grass, his chest heaving violently like a broken bellows. Although he was extremely exhausted, he could clearly feel the deep-seated, bone-chilling killer power emanating from the muscles of his left and right legs.

He stared into the void, and couldn't help but grin, laughing silently.