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

Gullit delivered a dangerous cross from the backfield, and Sun Yang controlled the ball with his back to goal at the edge of the penalty area.

The moment the ball touched the ground, an impenetrable wall of flesh slammed into him from behind. Rijkaard's thick arms gripped his neck, his knees subtly pressing against his thigh muscles, locking him completely into the mud from behind.

Moreover, the Red Team's defensive midfielder and center-back have already flanked from both sides, preparing to form a three-man encirclement. Sun Yang has less than 0.5 seconds to react.

If he passes the ball, all passing lanes are blocked; if he tries to break through, his stamina is simply insufficient to complete a long-distance dribble.

Sun Yang took a deep breath, his Iron Legs talent providing maximum damage reduction. Surrounded by three opponents, he made a crazy move that would have his attending physician tear up his medical license that very night.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, suddenly tensing the outside of his right foot and quickly flicking the ball towards the outside.

Rijkaard's defensive instincts were incredibly sharp; he immediately recognized that this was Maradona's signature center-of-weight deception, and the Black Swan decisively stretched out his long leg to forcefully close the goal and intercept the ball.

In the brief moment that Rijkaard extended his leg, Sun Yang's right foot drew an exaggerated outward arc in a bizarre manner. Just as the instep was about to leave the ball, his ankle twisted in an extremely powerful way and forcefully snapped inward!

Ronaldinho's amazing skill: the cowtail dribble!

Two diametrically opposed power generation mechanisms collided in a disastrous, car-crash-like fashion within half a second.

Sun Yang's left supporting leg knee emitted a series of muffled thuds from the strain, his entire upper body was severely deformed due to the mutual pulling of the two forces, and his left shoulder slumped down abruptly, forcibly catching Zidane's feinting shoulder drop.

This was an extremely ugly, ergonomically infuriatingly complex feint. Maradona's flick, Ronaldinho's dribble, and Zidane's fake were all stitched together by him in the most ruthless way.

In the real world, this bizarre, twisted contortion would be enough to rupture the cruciate ligaments in both knees of any professional athlete simultaneously, forcing them to call an ambulance and retire on the spot. But Sun Yang, protected by his iron legs, gritted his teeth and swallowed the piercing pain emanating from between his bones.

Rijkaard on the other side, however, suffered greatly.

His defensive experience accumulated over a decade completely short-circuited in the face of this bizarre move. The erratic frequency of his kicks and the shift in his center of gravity caused the Dutch superstar to make a fatal misjudgment. After a violent twist, his massive body completely lost its balance and, with a muffled thud, he landed awkwardly on the grass.

The impenetrable encirclement has been breached!

Sun Yang, dragging his aching right leg, sprinted through the three Rijkaard players like a speeding dump truck. A wide-open space opened up before him, revealing only the panicked Red Team goalkeeper.

At twelve yards from the goal, the angle is already very narrow.

Without making any unnecessary adjustments, his brain directly recalled the muscle memory that had been etched into his bones after being punished by the system ten thousand times. He precisely kicked the ball with the inside of his right foot on the lower outside of the ball, his entire foot fully extended, and calmly pushed it towards the far corner of the goal, facing the onrushing goalkeeper.

Henry's push to the far corner mechanism, handing in the paper face-to-face!

The ball skimmed across the grass, bouncing almost imperceptibly, precisely grazing the inside of the far post before quietly nestling into the net.

4 is better than 2!

The entire Dream Stadium seemed to have been muted. Gullit and Robben both fell silent, looking at Rijkaard, who was still on the ground, as if he were a monster, and then at Sun Yang, who was bent over and panting heavily.

Rijkaard sat on the lawn, wiped the sweat from his face with his dirty sleeve, and suddenly burst into a hearty laugh.

He slammed his large hand on the turf, giving Sun Yang a thumbs-up: "That play was so ugly you deserved a red card! But you freak, you really broke my back!"

Henry strolled over from a distance, watching the ball still spinning in the goal, and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye: "Using my own tactics to score against my team right in front of me? You brat, that's blatant robbery! Shouldn't you pay the copyright fee?"

With the referee's long whistle, the intense 90-minute high-pressure showdown came to a complete end.

The white team defeated the red team 4-2, and Sun Yang perfectly fulfilled his pre-match boast of scoring three goals.

The lights of the dream stadium overhead began to flicker, and the surrounding stands and green field blurred at the edges, like a dissolved oil painting. The figures of Gullit, Rijkaard, Robben, and Henry also began to slowly become transparent.

Despite the soreness in his thigh muscles, Sun Yang stood up straight. He faced the four football legends he had repeatedly exploited and bowed very earnestly.

"Thank you so much. If you hadn't unleashed your most treasured skills on me, I would have been crushed to dust by now." Sun Yang patted his chest, his eyes burning with determination. "I will rebuild the pride you left in the football world, piece by piece, on the real pitch. These signature techniques will be just as impressive on my pitch!"

Gloucester chuckled, flicking his signature dreadlocks. "Alright, rookie, stop with the cheesy lines. Get out there on the field and dominate. If you dare embarrass us, the four of us will tear you apart next time we meet!"

Amidst the unrestrained laughter of the bigwigs, the four superstars vanished completely into the depths of the blinding light. The system's mechanical notification chimed precisely in the depths of his mind.

[All-Star Showdown Results. Current score: 4-2. Your team wins.]

[The post-match holographic video replay function has been activated for the host. All player performance details and in-game positioning data have been stored in the system archive and can be accessed and analyzed at any time.]

A tremendous suction force, like a turbine, swept over Sun Yang's consciousness, pulling him out of the deep dream.

When the blinding Portuguese sun pierced through the gaps in the heavy curtains and shone on his face, Sun Yang suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no lingering pain from a torn muscle, no dryness from leaking air in his lungs. The system's exclusive "Accelerated Muscle Recovery" forcibly leveled his physical condition. When he rolled off the large bed in his Lisbon hotel, he was full of energy, his limbs and bones feeling like they were filled with terrifying hydraulic levers, explosive power rumbling in his veins.

Just a few hours ago, Rijkaard and his gang of big shots had squeezed out his maximum potential, which has now become his trump card to crush his opponents in the real arena.

He rolled out of bed and skillfully put on his Borussia Dortmund training jacket.

Pushing open the hotel room door, Haaland, Sancho, and other teammates had already gathered in the corridor.

Head coach Favre, with a stern expression, walked at the front without uttering a word. This Bundesliga team, brimming with attacking power, boarded the bus bound for the Stadium of Light.

The strict controls during this special period gave this city, full of Southern European charm, a somber atmosphere. The bus arrived at the stadium perimeter without any hindrance.

There were no fans frantically pounding on car windows, no ear-splitting anthems from the die-hard supporters in the South Stand, and even the scalpers selling cheap scarves on the street corner had vanished without a trace. The entire stadium was so quiet that only the wind could be heard.

The only greeter was the Eusebio statue at the entrance to the Estádio da Luz. The bronze statue of the legendary Portuguese striker gleamed metallically under the cold lights, like a silent veteran, coldly watching the successors file in.

Sun Yang tightened his backpack on his shoulders and followed Haaland's broad back as he stepped into the dimly lit players' tunnel.

The passageway suddenly opened up. A massive stadium, shockingly empty, came into view. All 65,000 scarlet plastic seats were completely deserted.

This sacred place, once filled with countless battles and roars throughout the history of the Champions League, has now been stripped of all its noise and transformed into a silent Roman Colosseum.

Even the crisp sound of players' cleats rubbing against the grass echoed in the huge, semi-enclosed space, creating a series of suppressed ripples.

At the other end of the midfield, Atalanta's starting eleven, clad in blue and black stripes, had already taken their positions. This truly Nerazzurri team, the most potent attacking force in Serie A this season, were casting hostile glances at the Dortmund contingent.

In this eerie, empty stadium atmosphere, a single-leg Champions League quarter-final match that determined life or death revealed its ferocious fangs.