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

Sun Yang stomped the ball heavily on the white dot in the center circle.

The rain was heavier than before, with large raindrops hitting the grass and splashing up patches of muddy mud.

Tens of thousands of die-hard fans in the south stand, seated separately, were singing their team's songs at the top of their lungs in the torrential rain. The sound pierced through the rain and rushed into the stadium.

"Rafael!" Sun Yang wiped the dirt off his chin, glaring fiercely at left-back Guerrero. "Get up! Mark Sane closely! Even if you get a leg cramp, you have to crawl over and block his crosses!"

Guerrero vigorously wiped the mud off his face with the back of his hand, gritted his teeth, and punched his aching thigh muscles twice before nodding emphatically.

"Gio!" Sun Yang yelled at the top of his lungs towards the attacking third, "Forget about defense! Push forward! Be like a nail behind Haaland and tear apart Bayern's old defense!"

Reina was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot, and he lunged forward.

Sun Yang finally turned his head to stare at Bellingham in the middle, his hoarse voice carrying over: "Jude, watch the midfield! Follow my route!"

The whistle echoed through the rainy night.

The battle for Dortmund's desperate comeback has officially begun.

The match had entered the 82nd minute, and both sides were completely exhausted, relying solely on their last ounce of energy to keep going. Bayern Munich, with a one-goal lead, began to cunningly slow down the pace. They passed the ball around in their own half, attempting to wear down the remaining minutes in a grueling, drawn-out affair.

Pavard received the ball on the right wing, observed his position, and prepared to push the ball back to Neuer.

Sun Yang gave him no time to think. Kante, like a perpetual motion machine, was running at full power, sprinting from midfield to the right flank of Bayern's penalty area. Pavard was startled by this aggressive tackle and hastily tried to pass, but Sun Yang's pressure forced the ball off course, sending it rolling out of bounds.

"Push up! Don't stop!" Sun Yang waved to his teammates.

On the sidelines, the Dortmund coaching staff, personnel, and players on the bench all stood in the pouring rain. Head coach Terčić even ripped off his cumbersome suit jacket and threw it into the puddle, waving his arms and roaring at the defense to push forward.

The match degenerated into a suffocating, grueling melee. Every tackle, every close-quarters confrontation, was accompanied by the dull thud of muscles colliding and mud flying everywhere.

The clock jumps to the 89th minute.

Bayern cleared the ball with a long ball from their own half. Tolisso leaped high near the center circle, chested the ball down, and turned to look for Lewandowski up front.

A yellow and black blur flashed past from the side. Sun Yang seized the moment when Tolisso turned and exerted force, his right foot making a precise, blade-like poke, forcefully pulling the ball away from the Frenchman's feet.

The ball was intercepted, and Sun Yang, without hesitation, cleanly and decisively pushed it across with the inside of his right foot.

"Jude!"

The ball slid sideways along the puddle and accurately hooked towards Bellingham on the left wing.

The young English player, who came on as a substitute in the second half and had relatively plenty of energy, took the ball with his right foot and made a full-speed forward run into Bayern's half. He had only taken two steps when Musiala, another young Bayern substitute, caught up from behind and came running back.

Two seventeen-year-old young talents collided violently at the top of the center circle.

Musiala launched a flying tackle, but Bellingham didn't back down at all, showing his own studs to meet her foot head-on.

boom!

The two pairs of sneakers slammed together, tearing up a large chunk of the damp turf. The immense force of the impact caused both men to scream in pain and tumble into the filthy mud.

Without even blinking, Sun Yang arrived in a flash and controlled the second bounce of the shot. Because of Musiala's reckless tackle, Bayern's two center-backs, Alaba and Boateng, were forced out of their defensive positions.

"Erlin!"

No reminder needed; Haaland, that Nordic behemoth, had already sped up and started moving in the rain.

Sun Yang lowered his left arm to find his balance, and then suddenly exerted force with the instep of his right foot. The ball transformed into a sharp scalpel, skimming along the grass and cutting straight through Bayern Munich's entire defensive line, penetrating deep into the penalty area.

Haaland exerted force with both legs, his massive body roaring like a raging war chariot as it rolled toward the landing point.

Veteran Boateng gritted his teeth, turned around, and desperately chased after the ball to close in. The two players jumped and fell to the ground simultaneously near the penalty spot in the penalty area.

Two bodies, weighing nearly 200 kilograms combined, collided head-on in mid-air. Haaland's iron knee slammed heavily into Boateng's thigh, while Boateng's elbow, as he fell, struck Haaland's jaw.

The two players crashed into the penalty area. Neuer, rushing out, took advantage of the chaos and lunged forward, slamming the ball under his body.

Four players collapsed on the field. Referee Graf blew his whistle sharply, waving his hands above his head to signal for the medical teams from both sides to enter the field immediately.

Bellingham and Musiala, both young and energetic, rubbed their ankles in the center circle. After receiving treatment with the team doctor's cooling spray, they gritted their teeth and stood up again, ready to continue the fight.

But the scenes inside the restricted area are chilling.

Boateng clutched his groin in pain, and the team doctor merely pinched it twice before turning to Flick and gesturing for a substitution.

On the other side, Haaland slumped in the mud, furiously pounding the grass with his fists. He had pulled a muscle in his left inner thigh, making it impossible for him to even stand on one leg.

This was like rubbing salt into the wound for Dortmund, who were already riddled with injuries. Terzić's face was so dark it could drip water, and he quickly pulled Brandt back from the warm-up area, preparing to make a last-ditch substitution.

The team doctor grabbed Haaland's arms and dragged the Nordic monster to the sidelines.

As Haaland passed by Sun Yang, he suddenly shoved the team doctor aside, hopped on one leg, and grabbed Sun Yang's shoulder. The 1.95-meter-tall tough guy's eyes were red, tears mixed with rain streaming down his face, his expression full of resentment and grievance.

"Don't give me that long face, big guy." Sun Yang wiped the mud off his face, clenched his right fist, and slammed it hard on Haaland's broad shoulder. "Go to the sidelines and watch closely. Watch how I completely smash Bayern's goal!"

Haaland gritted his teeth and shoved away the medical team who tried to take him back to the locker room. He simply dragged his injured leg to the sidelines, plopped down on the tactical metal box next to Telzic, and stared at the field with bloodshot eyes.

The team doctor had no choice but to carry his medical kit and follow him over. He squatted down at Haaland's feet in the pouring rain and wrapped the ice pack tightly around his thigh muscles with heavy bandages.

The fourth official held up a glaring electronic timer on the sidelines.

The second half added a full 5 minutes of stoppage time.

The match resumed. Boateng was substituted off by young player Richards.

Neuer launched a long ball from the backfield, preparing to send the forwards to press forward and stall for time.

In a midfield aerial duel, Tolisso leaped first, chesting down the high ball. Just as he was about to regain control, a gust of wind carrying the smell of mud suddenly swept up to his side.

Sun Yang didn't even wait for the ball to bounce before forcefully shoving his way in. Relying on his solid core strength, he used his back to forcefully block Tolisso's position and shield the ball under his body.

After being repeatedly dispossessed, Tolisso finally lost his temper. The French midfielder, enraged, raised his right foot from behind with extreme ruthlessness, unleashing a vicious sweeping kick aimed directly at Sun Yang's ankle, attempting to end the counterattack with a foul.

The moment the spikes slammed into Sun Yang's ankle.

With a chilling impact, the Iron Legs talent's hidden damage reflection mechanism suddenly activated.

Tolisso felt as if his boots hadn't pierced his flesh, but rather as if he'd kicked a thick, bulletproof steel pillar. A powerful recoil shot traveled up his instep and straight through his shinbone.

Tolisso let out a muffled groan, lost his balance, and crashed flat on his back onto the grass, writhing in pain while clutching the back of his foot.

The referee had his whistle in his mouth, about to blow it, when he noticed Sun Yang standing firmly without falling. He quickly raised both hands, signaling that the attack was in the favor, and the game continued.

Sun Yang flicked his ankle, pushing the ball towards Bellingham on his left front, while he himself burst out with full speed, rushing straight towards Bayern's 30-meter danger zone.

Bayern's defense was on high alert, frantically retreating. Sané in the attacking third tracked back desperately, trying to intercept Bellingham's advance.

Bellingham deftly cut inside with the outside of his left foot, avoiding Sane's challenge. He glanced up to assess the situation and immediately passed the ball across to Reina in the center.

Dortmund's three rising stars, completely exhausted in the final moments of regulation time, executed a brilliant passing combination just outside Bayern's penalty area.

The moment Reina received the ball, he was immediately subjected to a close physical challenge from Pavard. He didn't give Pavard a chance to get close, and with a deft flick of his right instep, the ball rolled back to Sun Yang, who was making a high-speed run.

Tens of thousands of Borussia Dortmund fans stood up in the pouring rain.

About 35 meters from the goal, Alaba and the newly substituted Richards simultaneously dropped into the defensive line, their two bodies completely blocking the angle for a direct shot.

Sun Yang had already caught a glimpse of Reina tearing open an opening in his right ribs out of the corner of his eye. Without hesitation, he subtly and lightly scraped the outside of his right foot.

The ball skimmed along the ground, mysteriously slipping through Alaba's defensive gaps and finding its way to Reina's sprint.

That unreasonable through ball completely stripped Bayern Munich of their last fig leaf.

Just as Reina was about to break into the penalty area and create a deadly one-on-one opportunity, substitute Richards unleashed an unusually extreme reaction, decisively sliding down and sliding in with a water-based tackle.

His toe, a mere millisecond before Reina could touch the ball, miraculously cleared it from the penalty area.

The ball, spinning rapidly, bounced and flew towards the outside of the penalty area's arc.

That was the deadly vacuum left behind after Bayern's defense completely retreated.

A figure clad in a yellow and black battle robe charged forward, breaking through the muddy ground with an aura of world-destroying power.

Sun Yang stared at the ball that bounced 30 centimeters off the ground in mid-air.

Stop the ball? Adjust? Find the angle?

None of that is needed.

The last bit of energy squeezed out of Kant's perpetual motion machine was poured into his right leg. The explosive power of a 100-meter sprint was transformed into the absolute lethal kinetic energy of the leg swing at this moment.

Skill [Bati GO] Heavy Cannon Mechanism Fully Unlocked!

boom!

A dull, resounding crash of flesh colliding violently with leather exploded out.

The raindrops falling around were violently pushed aside by the shockwave from the ball's violent deformation, and a short, piercing sonic boom exploded in the air.

The air inside the ball was compressed to an extreme degree, and the entire ball transformed into a heavy solid cannonball that had just been fired, hurtling towards the top right corner of Bayern Munich's goal with a terrifying initial velocity capable of tearing apart the flesh of anyone who stood in its way.

Neuer's vision was completely filled with the chaotic human figures in the penalty area.

By the time he could see the white light through the rain, the ball had already whistled past his ear with a chilling whooshing sound.

The world's number one goalkeeper didn't even have time to jump, and his brain couldn't make any save response whatsoever.

A white light slammed into the net.

The nails securing the net behind the goalposts cracked under the strain, as the net was pulled back to its physical limits by the brute force.

Three to three!

In the final seconds of stoppage time, Borussia Dortmund secured a hard-fought draw against the Bundesliga giants with a brutal and unstoppable shot from their captain, Sun Yang!

Referee Graf glanced down at his watch and immediately blew the final whistle to end the match.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

It became the ultimate explosive that detonated the entire city of Westphalia.

Haaland, standing on the sidelines, ripped the ice pack off his thigh, let out a wild roar, and hopped onto the field on one leg.

Dortmund's coaching staff, team doctors, and everyone on the bench who had been holding back their emotions rushed into the rain-soaked grass like a flood bursting its banks.

In the center of the field, the home and away players, who had exhausted their last bit of strength, seemed to have their spines snapped the moment the whistle blew. One after another, they collapsed onto the muddy field, greedily swallowing the cold rain and air.