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

Inside the stadium.

Favre is conducting targeted half-court offensive and defensive drills.

The target is Atalanta, whom we will face in the Champions League tomorrow.

"Two seconds! You must pass the ball within two seconds of receiving it! Don't hold onto it!" Favre stood in the center circle, gesturing wildly with his famous command. "Gasperini's guys are mad dogs! They'll commit three or four players to relentlessly press in tight spaces! Son, when the ball comes to your feet, get out there immediately! Guerrero, spread out on the wings, utilize the width to the maximum!"

Sun Yang, wearing a yellow vest representing the main force, roamed along the front line of the central defense.

On the other side, Witsel and Delaney formed a double pivot in midfield, completely mimicking Atalanta's aggressive pressing tactics.

Bang! Piszczek intercepted the ball on the right wing and delivered a powerful, low through ball to Sun Yang.

Before he could even come to a complete stop, Witsel had already pressed forward like a heavy bulldozer at full power, and Delaney had cunningly blocked Sun Yang's back pass route from the side and rear.

Sun Yang receives the ball with his back to the goal.

With his pinpoint accuracy and 99-point passing skill, he could easily, as usual, launch a long pass directly to Haaland without turning around. However, Atalanta's three-defender system is known for its solid backline, making simple long passes easily anticipated by the Italian defenders.

He stepped on the ball with his left foot, and instead of dodging, he deliberately leaned back using the momentum.

With a dull thud, he crashed solidly into Witsel.

Using the powerful reaction force, Sun Yang had no intention of turning around at all, and subtly tapped the bottom of the ball with the back of his right foot.

The ball precisely nestled between Witsel's legs as he stepped to block, and rolled away.

A groin dribble!

In the open stadium environment, the crisp sound of the ball being struck was particularly clear.

Before Witsel could even commit a foul, Sun Yang used his incredible explosiveness to complete a half-turn dribble past Delaney from the outside, and then burst into the vacuum behind the defense with the ball!

There was no pause, and no need for observation.

As Sun Yang advanced at high speed, he used the instep of his left foot to create a strange outward curve.

The ball seemed to have eyes, skimming along the flat grass, bypassing the defensive radius of the two center-backs who were desperately stretching their legs, and precisely feeding the gap on the left side of the penalty area.

Sancho, who had been lurking on the wing and cutting inside, arrived just in time, stopped and took a step to get past the goalkeeper, and easily pushed the ball into the empty net.

At the highest point of the stands, the scouts from the top clubs all lowered their heads, their pens rapidly scribbling and drawing in their notebooks.

The Manchester City scout was so excited that he pierced the paper with the tip of his pen.

"Damn it! His ability to receive the ball with his back to goal has evolved again! His core strength is more than twice as stable as in last month's video!" The assistant's voice trembled slightly. "This explosive breakthrough in tight spaces, coupled with that inexplicable through ball... Fuck, if the management keeps being stingy, Dortmund will definitely kick them out like fools!"

……

That night, Lisbon was shrouded in darkness.

The quarantine hotel where Borussia Dortmund is staying is surrounded by extremely tight security. The corridors are patrolled 24 hours a day, and not even a fly can get into the players' private floor.

Sun Yang took a scalding hot shower, changed into loose cotton pajamas, and collapsed into the large, comfortable bed.

Tomorrow night will be the highly anticipated Champions League quarter-final match.

But what was swirling in his mind at that moment wasn't the group of Italians in Atlanta.

As his eyes closed, his consciousness rapidly descended into the depths of his mind, as if diving underwater.

Thirty days of hardship have finally come to an end.

The system's cold, mechanical voice rang out precisely in the depths of my consciousness.

[Ding! The 30-day cooldown period for the All-Star Showdown has ended.]

[Current points: 46]

[Host has not engaged in recent combat; all stats are full.]

[Do you want to immediately use 10 points to restart the All-Star Showdown?]

Sun Yang took a deep breath, his lungs expanding violently in his chest cavity.

Last time in this isolated space, he was mercilessly defeated by Henry and Robben of the Red Team, with the score ending in a frustrating 6-7. Although the biggest prize was successfully "freeloading" the exclusive skills of these two top killers, the punishment for losing the game—a full 20,000 mechanical, agonizing repetitions of drawing his sword—almost completely shattered his spirit.

Now, his proficiency has been fully developed. His shooting and dribbling stats have undergone a qualitative transformation through subsequent intensive training.

It's time to settle this score.

"Start the competition," Sun Yang commanded crisply in his mind.

The profound darkness before my eyes shattered like glass. Several blinding beams of searchlight cascaded down from the dome, and the enormous virtual stadium was reconstructed from thin air by the interplay of light and shadow.

The emerald green grass shone with an almost divine luster.

Points deducted successfully. Current remaining points: 36.

[The second round of the All-Star game has been reloaded.]

[Characters are being shuffled and reorganized.]

As white light flashed intensely on the grass, four tall and powerful figures slowly coalesced near the center circle.

They were all familiar faces from last time.

GRIDME, the "Black Tulip" with wild, dreadlocks.

Rijkaard, the "Black Swan," was tall and slender, with eyes that conveyed a mixture of elegance and ferocity.

There's also the iconic bald-headed "Peter Pan" Robben with his cold, gleaming hair, and King Henry of Highbury, hands on his hips, always looking arrogant.

The only difference is that everyone's jerseys have switched sides today.

Gullit and Robben strolled over to Sun Yang, donning the white jerseys that represented their teammates. Henry and Rijkaard, on the other hand, stood on the opposite half of the field, wearing striking red jerseys.

Robben strolled over to Sun Yang while doing exaggerated high knees to warm up. A hint of mockery appeared on his slightly weathered face.

"Hey, rookie. I heard you were punished by being locked in the dark last time, and secretly practiced my cut-in shot ten thousand times?" Robben said with the characteristic bluntness of the Dutch. "Your thigh is still intact, isn't it? Today we're on the same team, and I'm going to open my eyes wide and see how much of my trump card you've stolen."

Gullit strode over and slapped Sun Yang hard on the back with his large, fan-like hand. The force of that slap would have caused internal injuries to an ordinary defender.

"Kid, watch your carelessness." Gullit pointed at Rijkaard, who was quietly stretching in the opposite half of the field, his smile gone and his eyes serious.

"That big black guy over there is my brother who's been through thick and thin with me. In the last game, he was in charge of orchestrating the offense and didn't even bring out the bare minimum of defensive toughness. As the greatest defensive midfielder in football history, his ability to cover half the field... will give you a real taste of what a true midfield meat grinder is. Tighten your shin guards, get ready to get kicked."

Sun Yang quickly stepped on the spot to loosen his ankles. Kant's perpetual motion lungs were like a tireless nuclear reactor in his chest cavity, pumping out inexhaustible and violent physical energy for him.

"Black swan or meat grinder, it doesn't matter." Sun Yang's gaze was like a knife, piercing straight at Rijkaard opposite him. "Today, I'm going to score three goals against him!"

In the center of the stadium.

Rijkaard stood with his hands behind his back on the outer edge of the center circle. His tall, slender body, combined with terrifying explosive power, was like a black wall of sighs stretching across half the court. He didn't say a word, but simply stared at Sun Yang. His eyes were as calm as still water, but beneath them churned a storm of destructive power.

Henry, standing next to him, seemed very relaxed, casually tugging at the hem of his jersey and lazily stretching his neck.

"Let's get this game started. I really hope this kid's month of training hasn't been wasted. If he gets easily outpaced like last time, this so-called scrimmage will be too boring."

Beep!

The sharp, piercing opening whistle of the system tore through the stadium dome.

The system-generated white team center-back delivered a smooth pass to Sun Yang, who had dropped back to receive the ball.

In the 30-meter zone, receive the ball with your back to the goal.

Even without thinking, he can simply point with his left hand and, with his talent, deliver a long, over-the-top pass to Robben, who is eagerly waiting for the ball.

But Sun Yang didn't even look at his teammates' positions.

His inherent fighting spirit began to clamor. He wanted to fight back! He wanted to use his newly honed dribbling skills and firing techniques to confront this historic meat grinder head-on!

He stepped on the ball with his right foot and smoothly made a nimble half-turn with full feints.

But his gaze had only just crossed the center line.

A black defensive storm had unexpectedly pressed against my face!

Rijkaard!

This monstrous defensive midfielder, standing 1.9 meters tall and weighing 85 kilograms, was just a few meters away a moment ago. In the instant Sun Yang turned and touched the ball, he completely erased the spatial difference, stepping into the absolute death zone of one meter around Sun Yang!

There were no unnecessary feints, and not even an inch of so-called safe probing distance was left.

Rijkaard's long legs ruthlessly cut into Sun Yang's path of attack, his broad shoulders carrying enormous kinetic energy, like an out-of-control heavy armored vehicle crashing into Sun Yang.

This was a perfect combination of pure power and top-notch defensive anticipation. He preemptively shut down Sun Yang's attempts to increase his speed!