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

The game resumed, but the tactical board had already been thrown into the trash.

The stadium was no longer filled with the chants of fans; instead, it was filled with the sickening sounds of muscles colliding and thuds of people falling to the ground.

Arsenal turned this European match into a grueling, Championship-level battle.

Witsel passed the ball from the center circle, and as soon as the ball left his foot, Thomas made a flying tackle with his studs showing, uprooting him completely and causing him to roll around on the grass in pain.

Guerrero made a strong run down the wing, and Bellerin delivered a hidden elbow strike to his ribs, causing the Dortmund wing-back to curl up in pain on the spot.

Referee Lahoz sprinted across the field, his whistle nearly breaking. In just ten minutes, four yellow cards were issued to Arsenal, but this did little to quell the raging fire within the Arsenal players.

Seventy-fifth minute.

Haaland deliberately retreated from the penalty area, moving to the 30-meter zone to receive the ball with his back to goal. Tierney, the Scottish tough guy who already had a yellow card in the first half, relentlessly pursued the Norwegian like a hungry wolf.

Just as Haaland controlled the ball, Tierney subtly moved his right foot forward, and the steel studs precisely and viciously grazed through the thick bandage on Haaland's right ankle!

The blow wasn't very forceful, but it struck the soft tissue contusion precisely.

"Fxxk!" Harland groaned in pain, hopping half a meter away on one foot, and suddenly turned around like a crazed polar bear, his large hand reaching straight for Tierney's collar.

Sun Yang, who was not far away, saw this dirty act clearly.

The coldness in his eyes instantly materialized.

"Erling! Pass the ball to Thorgan! You come back!" Sun Yang roared, pressing his hands down sharply to signal his teammates to calm down. At the same time, he suddenly accelerated, actively pushing the midfield line forward a few meters.

Thorgan Hazard understood perfectly, drawing the defense with the ball on the wing. Sun Yang seized the opportunity, cutting inside and exchanging a knowing crossover (fake run) gesture with the enraged Haaland.

This textbook-perfect off-the-ball movement exposed Tierney, who was originally hiding behind Haaland, directly to Sun Yang's shooting range!

A comfortable ground-hugging slash landed right at Sun Yang's feet.

Twenty-five meters from the goal, in the golden corridor slightly to the left. Sun Yang controlled the ball and flicked it half a meter to the right. His left leg was firmly planted in the grass, his right arm was outstretched for balance, and his right thigh was stretched to its limit, his whole body like a fully drawn, heavily armed bow!

This is a terrifying long-range shooting opening move.

Tierney's mind immediately went into alert mode; he still vividly remembered the powerful shot that shattered the net just before halftime.

Sweating profusely, the Scotsman instinctively took two steps to the side, completely turning his body to the side and spreading his legs apart, attempting to block the shot with his body. Faced with the overwhelming pressure, his arms involuntarily spread wide to the sides.

Sun Yang wants you to open up.

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With a powerful thrust from his thigh, his lower leg slammed into the ball, the hardest part of his right foot, the navicular bone, striking the lower middle part of the ball.

boom!

The sound exploded! Even the on-site microphones emitted a sharp static noise.

This wasn't a football at all; it was an armor-piercing bullet fired from the barrel, leaving a straight white line across the grass as it hurtled away!

The ball, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, slammed squarely into Tierney's completely exposed right upper arm. The immense force of the impact sent the ball violently deflecting and flying out of bounds.

Tierney, as if struck head-on by a speeding heavy truck, screamed and fell backward. He rolled and writhed frantically on the grass, his left hand gripping his right arm tightly, his face deathly pale, and a distorted howl escaping his throat.

The force of that kick was truly inhuman.

Referee Raos immediately stopped the game and waved his arm to signal the Arsenal medical team to enter the field.

Two team doctors sprinted onto the field carrying medical kits. Cutting open the sleeve of Tierney's jersey, a horrifying purplish-black hematoma swelled on his right upper arm.

"Damn it!" The attending physician pressed his thumb against the edge of the bone and frantically gestured for Arteta to substitute him on the sidelines. "It's not broken! But the muscle fibers are ruined! He can't even tie his shoelaces now, substitute him immediately!"

Arteta was so angry that he kicked a water bottle on the sidelines and hurriedly turned to call Kolasinac on the bench to take off his jacket and warm up.

Just as Arsenal were about to make a forced substitution, Laos pressed his earpiece. The Video Assistant Referee (VAR) provided a full account of what had just happened.

After hearing the report, Laos's face turned ashen. He raised his hand to signal a halt to the substitution procedure and jogged to the sidelines to watch the VAR replay screen.

The slow-motion replay clearly shows that the moment Sun Yang kicked the ball, Tierney made a noticeable movement to expand his body area, and his outstretched right arm was in an unnatural defensive posture. Even more critically, if the ball hadn't been blocked, it would likely have directly threatened the goal.

Laos ripped off his headphones and strode back onto the field. Ignoring Arteta's astonished face, he walked straight to Tierney, who was being helped by the team doctor, and pulled a yellow card from his shirt pocket.

Before the Arsenal players could even react, he pulled out the red card that symbolized execution!

Two yellows turn into one red, and the straight red is driven out!

Then, the referee pointed decisively to the corner flag with his right hand. Dortmund's corner kick.

"Are you fucking crazy? His arm is almost broken and you give him a red card? Are your eyes in the back of your head?!" Zaka was completely red-faced, veins bulging on his neck, and rushed over to spit wildly at Laos.

Laos took a step back with a cold expression, his right hand grabbing another card in his jacket pocket. The warning was palpable, and Zaka swallowed the rest of his profanity, turning his head away in frustration to hurl a curse.

The Dortmund bench erupted in chaos. Even the usually composed Favre raised his arm in a triumphant shout. Violence begets violence—this is the best outcome for the perpetrators.

Sun Yang's eyes were as calm as still water as he strolled towards the left corner flag area. He bent down to pick up the ball, placed it steadily within the quarter circle, stepped back two paces, and glanced up at the penalty area.

Arsenal's penalty area had become a gladiatorial arena. With one less player and trailing by four goals, the Gunners' mentality completely collapsed.

Hummels, Haaland and other big men crowded into the penalty area, while David Luiz and Mustafi desperately pulled and tugged at them, resorting to all sorts of underhanded tactics, including elbows and tripping.

Martin, standing on the goal line, was sweating profusely. Eighty percent of his attention was focused on Haaland, who was as solid as a tank. To prevent Sun Yang from launching a high-arcing shot directly to the far post, Martin instinctively moved back two steps, pressing himself tightly against the goal line.

A fatal vacuum was left in front of the door.

Sun Yang saw this mistake and didn't even bother to smile.

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Laos's whistle had just landed.

Without a long run-up, Sun Yang violently slammed his right instep into the bottom right side of the ball!

That wasn't a pass at all. That was a killer blow aimed directly at Arsenal's lifeline!

The ball swirled up with a powerful inward spin, rising from the ground without heading towards the far post where Haaland was. Instead, it flew parallel to the end line, curving into a bizarre C-shaped arc above the penalty area, defying Newton's laws!

After soaring over the heads of the crowd vying for the ball at the near post, the ball, with an irresistible downward force, hurtled straight for the top corner of the near post!

"Damn it!" When Big Martin realized the ball's trajectory had changed, his legs felt like lead.

He lunged forward in despair, but his position too far back left him with neither the angle nor the time to make a save. He could only watch helplessly as the magical ball grazed the inside of the near post and kissed the back of the net.

5 is better than 0!

An incredible Olympic corner kick, scored directly from an impossible angle!

The Dortmund bench went wild! Coaches and substitutes huddled together, shouting until their voices cracked.

The Arsenal stars on the pitch were stunned, like withered trees that had lost their souls.

With less than ten minutes remaining, they had conceded five goals and had a player sent off. This was the bloodiest and most blatant public execution the North London giants had ever suffered on the European stage since the club's inception.

Sun Yang did not go to celebrate.

He pushed aside his teammates who rushed towards him and slowly walked towards the center circle. As he passed the Arsenal coaching area, he stopped and coldly looked down at Arteta, who was kneeling on the sidelines with his hands on his head, almost collapsing.

The vengeful blade has already chopped away bones, but he hasn't settled this score yet.