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

"Bayern Munich is issuing us a challenge from the Allianz Arena slaughterhouse."

Sun Yang casually handed the phone back to Sang Qiao.

The locker room was so quiet that only heavy breathing could be heard.

Reus strode back to the tactics board, his face visibly grim. He ripped the towel off his neck and slammed it heavily onto the bench.

"Eight to zero. Munich is giving the whole Bundesliga a hard time." Reus looked up and glanced at his teammates who had followed him in. "But they've chosen the wrong target. The defending champion title is still in our Dortmund hands."

"Bang!"

A heavy punch slammed into the metal cabinet door.

Harland pushed his way through the crowd and strode out. The Norse demon was shirtless, his chest muscles bulging, and he spat angrily on the ground.

"Who cares if they score eight or ten! Those guys in Munich are too arrogant!" Haaland pounded his chest, "Super Cup on October 1st, I'll tear their center-backs apart!"

Hummels couldn't sit still any longer. As a veteran who had played for Bayern Munich, he knew all too well the arrogance ingrained in the Bavarian giants.

"Calm down, everyone." Hummels clapped his hands to quell the commotion in the locker room. "We'll definitely get our revenge at the Allianz Arena for the Super Cup. But don't forget, we have to go to Bavaria this weekend. Away game, Augsburg."

The moment you hear "Augsburg," the air seems to take on a new, more volatile tone.

Last season, when playing against this team, the opposing defender Guvelliu tried to foul him from behind, but Sun Yang dodged in mid-air and landed in a way that broke the guy's shinbone in two.

In that match, Augsburg became a tragic backdrop for Sun Yang's rise to fame in the Bundesliga.

"Those Augsburg bastards play dirty." Sancho leaned against the wardrobe, tilted his head back and gulped down a sports drink. "They're definitely up to no good this time, we need to wear thicker shin guards."

Sun Yang walked to his locker and deftly took off his sweat-soaked No. 10 jersey.

"Revenge?" Sun Yang shook his head, beads of sweat flicking from his hair. "That depends on whether they have the legs to do it. If we cut off all their passing lanes in midfield, they won't even have a chance to get the ball."

Yang is right.

Head coach Terčić stood to the side, clutching his tactical board. Despite having just secured a resounding victory, his face showed little joy, instead exuding a grim aura.

"Augsburg loves to engage in physical battles, trying to disrupt our rhythm with fouls. Give me a quick, decisive pass, don't wrestle with them in the mud!"

Terzic slammed the tactics board onto the whiteboard and drew a big red cross on Augsburg's midfield area with a marker.

"Bayern are in first place with an eight-goal difference. If we don't want to be outdone in next week's Super Cup, we have to win this weekend, and we have to win by a crushing margin. Did everyone understand?"

"clear!"

A beast-like roar erupted from the locker room, the sound so loud that the ceiling lights trembled.

……

A few days later. September 26th.

The bus smoothly drove into the WWK Arena in Augsburg.

Due to public health policies, only a few sections of the stadium, which can accommodate 30,000 people, were open. Away fans were also prohibited from entering. Gone were the enthusiastic shouts and jeers from the crowd of fans last season, and the cheers and encouragement from Dortmund's long-range supporters. Instead, a suffocating silence filled the air.

Sun Yang stepped out of the players' tunnel onto the grass and took a deep breath of the slightly damp and chilly southern air.

Not far away, Augsburg's substitute bench.

At this moment, his gaze was like a poisoned knife, fixed on the back of the yellow and black number 10 juggling the ball on the field.

A few months ago, that kid was just an unknown Asian upstart. And now? Bundesliga MVP, assist leader, and the mastermind behind a multi-million dollar empire.

The veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping the cane, stood out prominently.

"Stop looking, buddy, you're not playing today." Midfielder Khedira walked over and patted Gubelius on the shoulder.

"Get him in the body! Get him in the body, you bastards!" Guvelliu gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice, "That kid's a delicate porcelain doll, you two defensive midfielders, sandwich him to death! If you cripple his passing options, Dortmund will be paralyzed!"

Khedira sneered and nodded. The "tree-cutting tactic" that the head coach had arranged before the game was exactly what he wanted.

It was 3:30 PM. The referee blew his whistle.

The match officially kicked off, with Dortmund taking the first kickoff.

The ball had just been passed to Sun Yang in the center circle. Without any probing, Augsburg's two defensive midfielders, Khedira and Groesso, pounced on him from the left and right like two hyenas smelling blood!

A signature stranglehold-style closing defense.

If this had happened last season, facing this kind of relentless, meat-grinding pressing, Sun Yang would definitely have opted to pass the ball first to avoid injury. But today, there wasn't a trace of panic in his footing.

Thanks to the skeletal remodeling brought about by the special training in the system, coupled with the passive effect of Iron Leg reducing damage, his core combat ability is now such that he wouldn't be afraid to even go up against a professional center-back!

Groeso landed two meters away, his shoes scraping the grass, the gleaming steel spikes aimed straight at Sun Yang's ankle.

Sun Yang raised his eyelids, flicked the ball back with his right foot, and suddenly lowered his center of gravity. Instead of dodging, he turned his shoulder and went head-to-head with Khedira who was charging at him!

"Bang!"

The dull thuds of muscles colliding were particularly clear in the empty stadium.

Khedira had been confident he could easily overpower the slender number 10. But the moment they made contact, an incredibly powerful rebound force shot through his shoulder blades and into his internal organs.

Did it just run into a load-bearing wall?!

Khedira lost his balance due to the immense inertia, staggered back three steps, and fell hard onto the grass.

Groesso's sliding tackle also grazed Sun Yang's heel, but missed. Using the force of the impact, Sun Yang easily completed a turn by pivoting on his left foot.

In a single exchange, Augsburg's painstakingly constructed double-strangulation defense was torn to shreds like paper.

On the sidelines, Guvelliu's cane clattered to the ground. How come this Asian kid's lower body is so incredibly strong now?

Sun Yang looked up, his gaze sweeping across the front of the field like a radar.

Sancho was stretching the left flank at high speed, while Haaland, like a wandering ghost, was wedged between the two center-backs.

With Khedira knocked down, Augsburg's defense visibly panicked. Left center-back Udokai instinctively abandoned his defensive zone and hurriedly moved to cover the center.

In the half-second it took for Udokai to move, the less than two-meter-wide vacuum zone on Augsburg's right flank was completely exposed.