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

"This is what frustrates me the most!"

Henry slammed the data statistics board heavily onto the table, his chest heaving violently.

"Stop defining him just as a 'midfield maestro'! He has a godlike passing vision, a terrifying long-range shot, and can drill through defenses like a drill. Look at the defensive toughness and freakish stamina he's shown over the past few months—he's an absolute all-around monster with no weaknesses!"

At this point, Henry's speech quickened like a machine gun, even revealing undisguised anger towards his former employer's management.

"He's only twenty years old! None of you here can predict what astonishing heights he'll reach in five or ten years. He's a phenomenal genius capable of dominating the Ballon d'Or and ushering in a new era of football kingship!"

The Arsenal legend turned sharply, his gaze fixed intently on the camera directly in front of the studio.

"But Arsenal's management unilaterally kicked him out a few months ago with an absurd injury as the reason! Just because of a lack of patience in his injury assessment, the Gunners threw away the cornerstone of their team for the next decade!"

Henry clenched his fists, his voice filled with sorrow.

"If Arsène Wenger were still in the manager's seat today, this brain-dead contract termination would never have happened! The professor knows best how to protect such a prodigy. This is the most foolish and incomprehensible move in Arsenal's more than 100-year history!"

Henry's scathing critique sent Arsenal's die-hard fans across the UK into an uproar on social media.

The screen was filled with desperate wails and vicious curses. However, this torrent of firepower was not aimed at Sun Yang, who scored the goal, but rather precisely at Arsenal's utterly foolish management.

The bloodshed outside the studio naturally couldn't reach the Estádio da Luz in Lisbon, Portugal.

After conceding a goal, Arsenal's tactical execution on the field completely spiraled out of control.

Arteta roared like a furious lion on the sidelines, waving his arms wildly and demanding that the defense continue to push forward.

He had already realized that Sun Yang's flexibility and ability to break free were simply a mystery, and that he couldn't take him by force. So he decisively gave the order to shift all physical confrontation and strangulation targets to Harland.

Whenever Dortmund launches a high ball or plays a through ball, the moment Haaland receives the ball, he will not be met with a clean tactical tackle, but rather with merciless pulling and dragging, or even a dirty tackle aimed at disfiguring him.

In the 24th minute, Haaland had just shielded the ball with his back to goal in the attacking third when center-back Gabriel came crashing down from behind like a runaway truck, his knee viciously slamming into Haaland's lower back. The Norwegian let out a muffled groan as he and the ball crashed onto the turf.

In the 31st minute, Dortmund crossed the ball from the wing. Haaland leaped high, ready to smash it down, but Xhaka jumped below him, deliberately turning his body sideways in mid-air and using his shoulder to violently knock Haaland's lower body over. The Norwegian lost his balance and landed on his back, his face contorted in pain.

The Spanish referee, Lahoz, kept blowing his whistle and issued two yellow cards to Arsenal. But these desperate Premier League defenders completely dropped their pretenses and showed no sign of restraint.

The breathtaking hand-to-hand combat reached the forty-third minute.

Sun Yang intercepted the ball in midfield and, without hesitation, launched a long, 30-meter-long pass over the top with his right foot. The ball flew like a cruise missile, precisely soaring over the heads of the entire Arsenal defense.

Haaland displayed the beastly power of his terrifying physique, using his speed and shoulder to leave Gabriel half a body length behind and sprinting at full speed towards the edge of the penalty area.

Just as Haaland raised his right foot, preparing to control the ball.

Tierney, who was covering on the left flank, suddenly appeared from the side. This Scottish full-back, who had just provoked Haaland, had a fierce look in his eyes, and his gaze was not on the ball at all.

Two meters away from Haaland, Tierney fell to the ground, his boots upside down, his feet sticking out and revealing the gleaming steel studs, as he unleashed a deadly scissor tackle that is infamous even in the Premier League.

boom!

Without any intention of pulling back, the studs slammed roughly into Haaland's side shin guards.

Under the immense kinetic energy impact, Haaland let out a heart-wrenching scream as he was shoved and flipped 360 degrees in the air before crashing onto the grass and rolling several meters away.

That was a really vicious foul!

In the empty stadium, without any spectators, the terrifying thuds of shin guards breaking and bones colliding could be clearly heard.

The players and coaching staff on the Dortmund bench jumped up as if electrocuted. Head coach Favre stormed towards the fourth official, pointing at the field, waving his arms, and swearing.

Having witnessed this scene firsthand, Sun Yang felt the powder keg that had been building up inside him for almost half the game finally explode.

He himself possesses the "Iron Leg" talent provided by the system, allowing him to ignore this inhuman logging. But Haaland doesn't have a system! He's just pure flesh and blood! Tierney's kick could very well ruin most of this kid's career!

These Arsenal bastards, unable to accept defeat, have abandoned even the most basic humanity and professional ethics in their pursuit of victory.

Sun Yang gritted his teeth, and his two long, powerful legs suddenly exerted force, like an enraged cheetah, charging towards the location of the foul with murderous intent.

Tierney had just gotten up from the grass and was still pretending to spread his hands, indicating to the referee that he had touched the ball first.

Sun Yang strode up to him without uttering a single unnecessary word.

He suddenly reached out with both hands, pressed them against Tierney's chest, and used the powerful momentum from the high-speed sprint to give him a furious shove!

The push was so powerful that Tierney couldn't withstand the force and was sent flying backwards, landing awkwardly on his backside on the lawn.

This strong counterattack became the final spark that ignited the powder keg.

Seeing their brothers being taken advantage of, Xhaka and Thomas, their eyes red with tears, immediately rushed forward to surround Sun Yang. Dortmund's Witsel and Hummels, unable to bear this any longer, sprinted over to confront him head-on.

The area outside the penalty area instantly transformed into a chaotic gladiatorial arena. More than twenty burly players from both sides were crammed together, forehead to forehead, with crude curses from various countries echoing through the Lisbon sky. Some even secretly raised their elbows and punches within the crowd.

Referee Laos and two linesmen blew their whistles with all their might, dragging and pulling into the center of the crowd to separate the two groups of burly men who were on the verge of losing their minds.

The pushing and shoving and the insults lasted for a full two minutes before the scene was forcibly suppressed.

With his signature stern face, Laos called Tierney, the one who caused the accident, over and promptly pulled out a yellow card. He then turned to Sun Yang and gave him a yellow card as well, sternly warning him that any further pushing would result in a red card and expulsion.

Dortmund's team doctor, Schmidt, rushed over with his medical kit and knelt on the sidelines to apply emergency ice spray to Haaland. The Norwegian was in so much pain that veins throbbed on his forehead, and he was sweating profusely.

It took several minutes for Haaland to finally stand up with Schmidt's help. He broke free from the team doctor's hand, stomped his right foot twice on the grass, turned to Sun Yang, grinned, and gave him a thumbs up.

"Captain, I won't die. Go kick their asses to pieces."

Although he spoke with great bravado, everyone could see that his right leg was clearly unable to generate power when he ran, which would definitely reduce his explosive power.

Seeing his brother betrayed and looking at his shameless former masters who were clinging to life through despicable means, the anger in Sun Yang's eyes turned cold, transforming into a chilling killing intent.

If you can't reason with these ruthless thugs, then use the most brutal methods to hurt them.

Tear the net apart and blast the ball and all together into that damn goal!

Sun Yang turned around, bent down, and picked up the ball from the grass. That was where Tierney had committed the foul, directly opposite the left side of the penalty arc, about twenty-eight meters from the goal.

This distance. This particular left-leaning angle.

Without a doubt, it was Robert Carlos's powerful heavy artillery with its absolute killing range.

The other Dortmund center-backs who were preparing to pounce on the ball, seeing the aura emanating from Sun Yang, all retreated from the edge of the penalty area with perfect understanding. Everyone knew that their captain was going to personally decide the outcome of the play.

Arsenal goalkeeper Roberto Martinez frantically patted his gloves on the goal line, desperately directing his five defenders to form a solid wall. He had watched video replays of Sun Yang's unpredictable long-range shots in previous matches and dared not relax for a moment.

But Sun Yang didn't even glance at the wall of people.

He held the ball in both hands, precisely pointing the black valve stem towards himself. After placing it heavily on the turf, he even used the soles of his shoes to flatten the surrounding grass.

Then, he took a full five steps back to the right.

His legs were slightly apart like a compass, and his back was straight.

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of broadcast cameras, Sun Yang lowered his head, reached out with both hands, grabbed the bottom edge of his shorts on both sides of his thighs, and rolled them up forcefully, creating a visually striking arc.

Two thigh muscles, as if cast from reinforced concrete, with distinct lines and frighteningly strong, were completely exposed to the air.

His left supporting foot treaded lightly on the grass a few times, and his gaze, like a scope, passed over Tierney's head on the outermost side of the wall, locking onto the blind spot in the upper right corner of the goal guarded by Martin.

All sounds are silent.

Referee Laos glanced at his watch, put the whistle in his mouth, and slowly puffed out his cheeks.