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

"Hey, Zlatan."

Sun Yang strode over to the Swedish tower and greeted it familiarly.

Ibrahimovic stopped his leg stretching and glanced down at Sun Yang: "Kid, before you talk to Zlatan, remember to add the word 'great' first."

Sun Yang had long since figured out the temperaments of these legends, so he didn't take it to heart at all. Instead, he took two steps forward and asked, "Great Zlatan, I'd like to ask you something. How exactly do you generate the power for those backheel volleys, scorpion kicks, and those goals where your body twists like a pretzel in mid-air?"

Ibrahimovic raised one eyebrow and let out a sneer.

"Teach you?" Ibrahimovic wagged his finger. "Zlatan's goal was a divinely bestowed instinct. You think it's a routine weapon that can be developed through hard work?"

"Even if it's instinct, there must be a trick to it, right?" Sun Yang retorted without backing down.

Ibrahimovic fell silent.

Without warning, his right leg lifted up. Without any running start, that long leg was raised directly above his head, and then hovered steadily in mid-air.

The body's center of gravity remained completely still.

This is pure Taekwondo black belt level leg control ability, which is just rudely confronting Sun Yang.

"Did you understand?" Ibrahimovic retracted his long leg, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Without this kind of flexibility that breaks the limits of the human body, you don't even have the right to imitate it. Want to learn the magic ball? Go to a dojo and practice splits for ten years before coming to me."

Kaka, who was warming up by juggling the ball next to him, stopped and looked on with a grimace.

This kind of stretching is absolutely beyond the capabilities of professional athletes. Even for a Brazilian with top-tier explosiveness, if he dared to do this without fully warming up, he would most likely end up in the treatment room with groin problems.

Sun Yang, however, was amused.

If it's about absolute speed and explosive power in the 100-meter dash, he has to rely on the system's Caniggia talent. But what if it's about folding and flexibility?

Sorry, we've been practicing martial arts since we were little.

He took half a step back and immediately assumed a fighting stance.

Sink your Qi to your Dantian.

Sun Yang's right leg was firmly planted on the grass like iron, while his left leg kicked upwards with a gust of wind. Immediately afterwards, his left heel landed precisely on the back of his head.

The upper body naturally bends backward to an extreme degree, pulling the whole person into an unconventional and exaggerated "C" shape in mid-air.

A stick of incense is lit facing the sky.

In addition, there is an extreme backbend.

The purest Peking Opera martial arts training, the most fundamental foundation.

Even more terrifying was that he supported himself on the soft grass with only one leg, and his body did not sway even slightly, as steady as a newly poured load-bearing steel bar.

The empty green field fell eerily quiet.

Kaka's mouth dropped open, and he even forgot to step on the ball as it rolled to his feet.

Bergkamp silently crossed his arms, with Totti standing beside him, both of them looking on in shock.

Makelele and Kanté, two formidable midfielders, looked at each other in bewilderment.

As for Ibrahimovic, his ever-proud face finally couldn't hold back and his expression changed. His previously proud Taekwondo high kick was utterly child's play in the face of this bizarre and extreme Eastern martial art.

"What kind of damned witchcraft is this?" Ibu couldn't help but pinch his big nose.

Sun Yang smoothly retracted his leg, without batting an eye or breaking a sweat: "Chinese Kung Fu. Great Zlatan, am I now qualified to carry your shoes?"

Ibrahimovic coughed twice, trying to maintain his persona: "Kid, your bones are barely made of noodles."

Arrogant as he may be, Ibrahimovic is the kind of person who, once he's convinced of something, will never hold back. He beckoned Sun Yang to come closer.

"Listen up, Zlatan will only teach you once." Ibrahimovic pointed to his core area, "A wonder goal isn't about using your thighs, it's about this. When the ball comes on an unconventional trajectory, in that half-second of jumping, you must completely relax all your muscles and treat your body like a whip!"

"Tighten your core muscles intensely, and use the extreme twisting of your waist to forcefully drive your legs to exert force."

Sun Yang was completely focused, afraid of missing even a single word.

Ibrahimovic demonstrated a scorpion kick without the ball right there on the grass: "Remember, don't focus on the ball's trajectory, use your body space to feel where it will land! The moment the ball gets close, your thighs and calves violently fold together, and your ankles must be locked as if welded shut."

"The moment you touch the ball, you unleash all the potential energy from twisting your entire body at once! If you're flexible enough, you can protect yourself in mid-air and avoid damaging your knees upon landing."

Sun Yang took two steps back and, following the instructions, performed a somersault twice.

[System notification: The system has detected that the host is receiving one-on-one training from Zlatan Ibrahimovic. Hidden skill set successfully unlocked: 'God-level Flexible Shooting Mechanism'.]

[Due to the host's extremely high core strength and foundation in traditional martial arts, the initial proficiency of this skill is directly locked at 30%.]

A surge of energy coursed through his mind, deeply imprinting countless muscle memories of unconventional high-altitude ball strikes into his nerves. Sun Yang licked his lips with satisfaction.

This windfall is incredibly lucrative.

The countdown on the big screen reached zero, and the referee's sharp whistle ripped through the night sky.

The players from both sides quickly took their positions.

The Red Team's formation was straightforward. Totti roamed behind Ibrahimovic as an attacking midfielder, while Kanté single-handedly took on all the dirty work of the lone defensive midfielder.

For the white team, Makelele swept the ball deep, Sun Yang orchestrated the midfield from the center, and Kaká and Bergkamp led the attack.

The red team kicks off.

Ibrahimovic passed the ball to Totti. The Prince of Rome didn't even look, controlled the ball, turned, and flicked it across to Kanté, who was lurking to the side.

Without any hesitation, Sun Yang strode towards Kanté.

The real and fake Kanté faced off for the first time in a direct confrontation.

With the "Kant Perpetual Motion Machine Lungs" rewarded by the system, Sun Yang's stamina bar was currently at its maximum, making his endurance invincible. He was convinced that he could completely overpower the original version with the same monstrous physical abilities!

But when he actually crashed into the short, dark-skinned man with the shy smile like a bulldozer, he was horrified to discover just how terrible the original's texture was.

Faced with Sun Yang's aggressive sprint and pressing, Kanté didn't even blink.

In the extremely close split before the two were about to collide, Kanté casually flicked the ball to the outside with the toe of his right foot. His body followed the direction of the flick, completing a clean and decisive change of direction, brushing against Sun Yang's shoulder.

The movements have absolutely no streetball flair; they are simply extremely concise and practical.

Sun Yang stopped abruptly and stretched out his leg to reach the ball, but Kanté had already blocked half of his body in front of him, using his sturdy back to withstand Sun Yang's pressure.

The chassis is too stiff!

Sun Yang felt like he had crashed into a heavy tracked vehicle moving at full speed, while Kanter carried the impact and steadily led the ball out of the danger zone.

After shaking off the pressure, Kante immediately looked up and delivered a clean through pass to Totti, who had dropped back to receive the pass.

Totti deftly received the ball, turned, and faced the white team's defense directly.

Not far away, Ibrahimovic raised his arm majestically at the edge of the penalty area.

Totti deftly flicked the ball with the outside of his left foot, sending it flying in a low arc that almost skimmed the grass, precisely aimed at Ibrahimovic's chest.

This was a deadly pass that put the center forward to a very tough test of his fundamental skills.

Facing a tight marking from two tall center-backs of the white team, Ibrahimovic, with his back to goal, made a reckless decision. He didn't even intend to control the ball!

Ibrahimovic forcefully turned halfway around, raising his right leg high like a battering ram, and deftly flicked the incoming ball behind him in mid-air.

The flick of the ball, the turn, the shake-off from the defense—the whole sequence of movements was fluid and graceful, exuding a breathtakingly violent aesthetic.

Immediately afterward, before the ball even hit the ground, Ibrahimovic's massive body violently twisted to the side in mid-air. His core muscles unleashed terrifying power, driving his right foot to shatter the air.

boom!

The ball, like an armor-piercing bullet, slammed into the crossbar with a terrifying whooshing sound, then bounced and flew out of bounds. Even the goalposts were trembling violently.

Sun Yang felt his scalp tingle watching from the center circle.

Just a second ago, Ibrahimovic perfectly demonstrated to him what a "god-level flexible shot" at the level of actual combat is!

The white team's goalkeeper quickly launched a long goal kick.

Sun Yang created space and called for the ball. But just as the ball was about to reach his feet, that short, black figure that had given him a heart attack clung to him like a persistent ghost.

It's Kanté again!

The next ten minutes were the darkest and most desperate moment of Sun Yang's career so far.

As soon as the White Team gains possession of the ball, and as soon as Sun Yang is ready to receive it, that shyly smiling dark figure will appear precisely within half a meter of him.

No matter how much Sun Yang ran back and forth, darted left and right, or even retreated all the way back to his own penalty area, Kante was like a piece of chewing gum that could never be scraped away, sticking to his passing lanes relentlessly.

In the 25th minute of the match, the white team's goalkeeper launched a quick counter-attack with a throw-in.

Sun Yang received the ball with his back to goal in the center circle, and out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Kaka in the attacking third.

The Son of God has already accelerated like a supercar starting up; once the ball is passed, it will be a one-on-one, decisive kill!

Sun Yang took a deep breath and forcefully mimicked Zidane's shoulder drop feint, suddenly lowering his center of gravity in an attempt to deceive Cantra by creating a half-meter passing angle.

The instep of his foot was just positioned, ready to push the ball out.

Without a sound, Kanté's leg swept across from his blind spot from the side and rear like a scythe.

The tackle was clean and decisive, touching the ball first before dribbling past the player.

Without even a foul, the ball was ruthlessly poked out of bounds, and Sun Yang was even brought down by it.

Sun Yang, who had fallen onto the grass, was panting heavily, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.

"Sorry, friend."

Kanté, who had cleared the ball out of bounds, turned around, revealing his signature big white teeth, and even smiled apologetically at Sun Yang, "Your intention to pass the ball was too obvious; I've already blocked that route."

The gentlest tone, coupled with the most devastating blow.

Sun Yang lay on the grass, listening to this honest man's blunt truth, and felt like he was about to grind his teeth to dust.