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

The view suddenly opened up, and only the opponent's last defensive midfielder, Barrios, remained.

Barrios was on high alert, cold sweat soaking his back. He dared not charge forward, and could only lower his center of gravity and retreat hastily, trying to slow down Sun Yang's terrifying advance.

Sun Yang didn't even blink, showing no intention of slowing down. He raised his head while sprinting at high speed, his brain radar already locking onto the deadly gap on the left flank of the attacking third.

Haaland strictly adhered to the tactical discipline he had just displayed. He abandoned his usual central positioning and grappling, and like a derailed locomotive suddenly taking off, he furiously surged diagonally behind the defensive line through the vacuum between Rakitskiy and Lovren!

Now!!!

He was still a full 45 meters from the opponent's goal. Sun Yang didn't even adjust his footwork; he simply raised his left hand slightly to point in the direction.

His right leg, like a fully drawn bow, swung out with tremendous force!

The god-level talent "Point and Shoot" is in effect! As long as the vision is locked onto the target area, the accuracy of the pass is irreversibly 100%!

"Bang!"

The inside of his right foot slashed powerfully at the bottom of the ball, producing a heart-stopping thud.

An incredible long pass that spanned most of the field!

The ball, with an almost unnatural reverse spin, drew a terrifying rainbow arc in the air above Signal Iduna Park. The ball's trajectory was as if it had been precisely calculated by a supercomputer, soaring directly over Lovren's heavy head and falling precisely into the empty space on the left side of the penalty area.

There was no one there before.

But less than a second later, a tall figure in a golden jersey rushed in with a terrifying sense of oppression.

It's Haaland!

Lovren turned around in terror and desperately chased after him, but in terms of speed and explosiveness, he had already been crushed into dust by this Norwegian monster.

The ball plummeted downwards.

As Haaland sprinted at high speed towards the falling ball, he displayed a terrifying agility that was completely contrary to his massive physique. He leaped into the air, his left leg like a taut steel whip, unleashing an unreasonable volley!

The ball let out a piercing whistle.

Zenit goalkeeper Kerzhakov only saw a flash of white light before the ball grazed his fingertips, slammed against the underside of the crossbar, and blasted into the net with overwhelming force!

One to zero!

In an intense, high-pressure battle, Dortmund used a brilliant technical play to completely shatter the Russians' ironclad defenses!

"pretty!!"

After scoring, Haaland didn't do his signature sit-down celebration. Instead, he sprinted towards the corner flag like a mad bull. Upon seeing Sun Yang jogging towards him, he immediately knelt down and slid over to grab Sun Yang's leg.

"Did you have an 8x scope and GPS navigation on your long pass? The accuracy of the landing point is giving me goosebumps!" Haaland roared hysterically at Sun Yang, his head tilted back.

Sun Yang chuckled and ruffled Haaland's blond hair, his arrogant gaze sweeping over the pale-faced Zenit players.

On the sidelines, Zenit manager Semarak angrily yelled at his players on the field.

His meticulously planned strangulation tactics, devised over a week, were shattered by that twenty-year-old Asian boy from Dortmund, who brute-forced his way through with a single, unbelievable long pass.

After the game restarted, Zenit, who were trailing, changed their tactics.

They completely abandoned control of the midfield and began a full-scale attack.

The most lethal tactical adjustment was activating their tactical nuclear weapon: their dominant center, Artem Dzyuba.

Standing at 1.96 meters tall and weighing 91 kilograms, he's like a Siberian bear when he's in the penalty area.

In the 28th minute, Zenit's right-back Karavaev launched a long, high ball from the backfield, which traveled across most of the field and headed straight for the edge of Dortmund's penalty area.

Dzyuba stood with his back turned, as immovable as a wall of flesh. Dortmund's center-back Hummels tried to jump and disrupt him, but Dzyuba's large rear end jutted out, effectively blocking his jump.

He chested the ball down, leaned against the defender, and then unleashed a powerful shot after a half-turn! The ball flew just wide of the post and out of bounds, startling Dortmund goalkeeper Bürki.

In the 31st minute, the same formula was used: a long pass to find a high point.

This time, Akanji was the one marking him closely. Akanji is fast, but he's as fragile as paper in the face of sheer size. Dzyuba easily overpowered him to grab the first ball, then headed it to Wendell, who followed up with a long-range shot that went over the crossbar.

Zenit's intentions were clear: to use Dzyuba's air superiority to completely destroy Dortmund's penalty area.

Terzić on the sidelines was so anxious that he was jumping up and down, frantically pressing his hands down to signal the defense to retreat immediately.

Just as Dortmund's defense was in jeopardy, Sun Yang retreated.

He voluntarily gave up his comfortable position as the forward commander and dropped back to position himself in front of the two center-backs.

Thirty-fifth minute.

Zenit midfielder Barrios launched a long, 45-degree diagonal pass from the backfield, once again finding Dzyuba at the edge of the penalty area.

As Dzyuba positioned himself, he prepared to use his strength to overpower Dortmund's defense once again. But he suddenly realized that this time, the person blocking his way was not Hummels, but Dortmund's number 10, that Asian boy who was only 1.85 meters tall.

Juba glanced down at Sun Yang, then leaned back forcefully, spewing out trash talk with a vodka accent: "Get lost, you little guy! The restricted area isn't a place for you!"

Sun Yang didn't even lift his eyelids.

In his mind, the core skill set [Maldini's Defensive Anticipation] was operating at overclock!

The trajectory of the falling football, its rotation angle, wind speed interference... all of this became a three-dimensional map of the landing point with clear data in Sun Yang's eyes.

Defending against a behemoth more than ten centimeters taller than yourself, trying to outmuscle them from a standing position is pure suicide. The only way is to anticipate their movements and disrupt their attacks!

The ball reached its highest point and then began to fall rapidly.

Kuba bent his knees, his thigh muscles tensed, ready to jump.

Just 0.5 seconds before he exerted his strength, Sun Yang moved! Instead of foolishly jumping upwards, he cleverly took a big step back sideways, blocking the path that Juba would inevitably take off.

boom!

As soon as Dzyuba's massive body took to the air, his lower body slammed heavily into Sun Yang's back. His core strength collapsed instantly, leaving him only able to awkwardly flail his arms in mid-air, completely losing any chance of heading the ball.

Immediately afterwards, using the reaction force from the impact of the impact, Sun Yang pushed off the ground with both legs and sprang up!

[Klinsmann's header mechanic] triggered!

Sun Yang stretched his waist and abdomen to the extreme in mid-air, like a koi carp leaping out of the water, and before Dzyuba could land, he met the ball with a powerful lion's head, heading it out of the danger zone.

"Fuck!" After landing, Juba staggered two steps and almost bit into a mouthful of grass. He angrily spread his hands at the referee, indicating that Sun Yang was suspected of obstruction.

Referee Clattenburg, with a cold face, waved his hand without hesitation.

The Dortmund fans in the stands erupted in deafening cheers! They saw it perfectly clearly: Sun Yang didn't make any additional moves; he simply used his terrifying football intelligence to block the space for his jump, completely outmaneuvering the Russian center forward.

"Well done, Sun! Kill him like that!" Hummels rushed up and ruffled Sun Yang's hair.

The next ten minutes became the most frustrating moment of Dzyuba's career.