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

In the 38th minute, Zenit crossed the ball from the wing.

Sun Yang positioned himself ahead of time. This time, instead of using his back to support the ball, he ghostfully cut off Dzyuba's run just as he was about to sprint for the header, clearing the ball away with a preemptive strike.

In the 41st minute, Zenit threw a powerful throw-in directly into the penalty area.

This time, Jiuba learned his lesson and stood still, secretly pulling at Sun Yang's jersey with both hands, trying to overpower him with static force.

Sun Yang's lower body suddenly sank, and the [Kante chassis] was fully activated! His legs gripped the grass like leaden tree roots, forcefully pushing off the ground despite the shoving of a 200-pound strongman. His height disadvantage prevented him from reaching far, but he managed to glide his head to the bottom of the ball, changing its trajectory. Bürki easily rushed out and caught the ball.

Three times in a row, the Siberian bombers were completely outmaneuvered.

Kuba stood on the edge of the penalty area, panting heavily, looking at Sun Yang as if he were a monster. He couldn't understand how this guy, who was less than two-thirds his size, could possess such monstrous core strength and a prodigious sense of positioning.

The match has reached the 44th minute, and the first half is about to end.

Zenit made a desperate move, with left-back Santos overlapping and unleashing a powerful low, curved shot straight at the near post!

Dzyuba rushed forward to meet the ball, preparing for a sliding tackle.

But his line of sight was once again drawn to that yellow and black figure number 10!

Sun Yang, with Maldini's defensive positioning, had already anticipated the passing route. He decisively made a sliding tackle, and before Dzyuba could touch the ball, he deftly hooked it outwards with the outside of his right foot.

The ball didn't go out of bounds and came to a steady stop within his control.

"Counterattack!!"

Sun Yang launched himself into the air with one hand on the ground, letting out a roar that echoed through Signal Iduna Park.

Dortmund unleashed a three-pronged attack! Haaland, Sancho, and Brandt charged toward Zenit's half like ravenous wolves smelling blood.

Sun Yang personally dribbled the ball and surged forward from the middle!

【Caniggia, the Son of the Wind】His talent is on full throttle! His speed in sprinting with the ball is so fast that it makes people's scalp tingle. In just five seconds, he has overtaken the midfielder and is heading straight for the opponent's 30-meter defense zone.

As Zenit's lone defensive midfielder Barrios saw his defense about to be completely breached, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He stopped trying to steal the ball.

Thirty-six meters from the goal, Barrios charged at high speed from behind Sun Yang's right side, his feet leaving the ground.

With the shoe spikes flashing in mid-air, this is definitely a leg-breaking move aimed at crippling someone!

In that dangerous moment, Sun Yang actually had time to pass the ball to avoid danger. But he glanced at the field in front of him out of the corner of his eye and saw that Haaland was running too fast; passing the ball now would most likely result in an offside call.

In a flash, Sun Yang gritted his teeth and didn't jump to dodge. He tensed the muscles in his right leg, shifting all his weight onto his right foot, and forcefully withstood the vicious flying tackle.

boom! ! !

The dull thud echoed throughout the stadium through the sound equipment on the sidelines! A large chunk of turf, covered in dirt, was violently ripped away!

The immense impact threw Sun Yang to the ground. He rolled three times in agony on the grass before finally stopping, clutching his right calf.

Beep—! Beep beep!

Clattenburg's urgent whistle echoed throughout the stadium. He sprinted to the scene of the incident, pulled a yellow card from his jacket pocket, and raised it high at Barrios.

"Murder! This is fucking murder! Red card!!" Terzic roared at the fourth official, his eyes bloodshot.

Haaland charged forward like an enraged brown bear, shoving Barrios in the chest. Hummels followed closely behind, and the two teams instantly erupted into a chaotic shoving match.

The team doctor rushed onto the field in a hurry, carrying a medical kit.

He unzipped his sock and sprayed coolant vigorously onto Sun Yang's shin. Fortunately, the 50% damage reduction effect of the [Iron Leg Talent] saved his life. This brutal tackle, which would have broken the leg of an ordinary player on the spot, only left a horrifying purplish-black bruise on Sun Yang's shinbone. No bone was broken, but the excruciating pain still made his right leg tremble uncontrollably.

"Sun, you have to get off the field! Your leg can't take it anymore, go to the medical room for an X-ray!" The team doctor pressed down on his shoulder.

"No, we can't go down yet."

Sun Yang shoved the team doctor aside, grabbed a handful of turf, and forced himself to sit up. He gritted his teeth and limped toward the referee.

Clattenburg painstakingly separated the clashing crowd, pointed to the spot of the foul, and awarded Dortmund a direct free kick in the attacking third.

It was a full thirty-six meters from the goal.

This is a position on the tactical board that's only good for crossing the ball and making plays.

Reus wasn't playing today, so the left-footed Guerrero was supposed to take the penalty. Guerrero was walking over to catch the ball.

Snapped.

Sun Yang placed one hand on the ball.

"Are you crazy, Sun? That's thirty-six meters! And your right leg is still bleeding!" Guerrero stared at him, his eyes wide.

"Go into the penalty area and get the second ball. I'll take it." Sun Yang's tone left no room for argument.

He bent down and positioned the ball with the valve stem pointing steadily towards himself, right on the white penalty spot sprayed by the referee.

Zenit goalkeeper Kerzhakov stood in front of the goal line, watching Sun Yang limping as he placed the ball, and curled his lip in disdain.

Thirty-six meters? Shooting directly at the goal while dragging an injured leg? Has he lost his mind? He didn't even bother to give instructions, just waved his hand perfunctorily, and formed a loose wall of only three people.

Sun Yang positioned the ball.

To everyone's surprise, he did not use his injured right leg to measure the regular shuffle steps.

Instead, he turned around and took a full five steps back, facing directly behind him.

When he stopped, he was almost at the top of the center circle.

The entire stadium fell silent.

The DJ at the stadium exploded into the microphone: "My God, that run-up distance... Is Son going to switch feet to take the shot? He's a right-footed player! With his right leg injured, he's planning to shoot from 36 meters out with his weaker left foot?! This is insane!"

Terzic, standing on the sidelines, had his mouth agape, so wide it could fit a light bulb, and he even forgot to protest to the fourth official.

Sun Yang stood alone at the edge of the center circle.

Take a deep breath, raise your chest high, spread your legs slightly apart, and lower your center of gravity to the lowest point.

Deep within his mind, the skill that shimmered with a dark golden light was instantly activated: [Roberto Carlos Violent Heavy Cannon]!

Beep!

Clattenburg blew the whistle for the penalty kick.

Sun Yang has made a move!

Without any fancy little steps, he was like a 100-meter sprinter at the starting line, striding forward with long, powerful strides! Each step landed heavily on the grass.

The first three steps are a powerful speed boost!

The next two steps: floor the accelerator!

With just half a meter to go before the ball, Sun Yang's injured right leg sank into the turf like a steel nail, becoming his sole support. He completely ignored the excruciating pain from the bone, tilting his upper body to the extreme right, his entire body almost pressed against the grass at an exaggerated 45-degree angle!

Followed by.

That left leg, which is usually completely unremarkable, swung through the air in a terrifying semi-circle, like a super-heavy steel whip brimming with power.

The outside of his left foot, carrying an extremely violent physical force, slammed heavily into the ball just below the valve stem!

boom! ! !