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

Sun Yang's toe just touched the ball.

Witsel's signature afro was right in front of him.

This Belgian international had no intention of closing the line; he was purely after the player.

The movements were flawless, but the body was as stiff as a moving iron plate.

How brutal are the physical battles at the Bundesliga level?

Shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest, there's no room for anything fancy.

The immense impact caused Sun Yang's body to tilt, and the ball beneath his feet bounced into the air.

Haaland was already sprinting forward at full speed, while Hummels was desperately chasing back, and goalkeeper Bürki was also positioned very far forward.

Everyone was certain that Sun Yang would comfortably pass the ball to Haaland, as this was the most reasonable choice and the tactical focus that head coach Favre had been arguing about.

But before Sun Yang landed, he strangely pushed the bounced ball forward a little with his right foot.

He neither raised his left hand nor passed the ball.

Like a cheetah that has smelled blood, he shifted gears and charged straight towards the edge of the penalty area.

Favre's brows immediately furrowed into a deep frown on the sidelines.

Haaland, who was lurking ahead, was also shouting at the top of his lungs in frustration:

"Give it to me! I'm waiting here for my pancake!"

But Sun Yang completely ignored him.

Last night, Batistuta's almost crude quote kept echoing wildly in my mind during my dream.

It completely ignited his destructive desires.

"Taking a shot from an open space is just luck! A real shot is when someone bumps into you, someone blocks you, and the goalkeeper is just standing there waiting for you to come to the rescue!"

As Hummels came up like a mountain to block his right foot, Witsel was still frantically pulling him from behind.

Ignoring everything else, Sun Yang slammed the ball down, forcefully withstanding the violent impact, and his right leg swung up like a taut bowstring!

boom!

The ball made an extremely dull thud, like a cannonball being fired, flying straight towards the corner of the goal!

Bürki's reaction was world-class; he leaped out like a roc spreading its wings, his fingertips narrowly brushing the edge of the ball.

The next second, a deafening sound exploded in the air above the training field.

Boom!

The ball slammed hard against the crossbar, the explosive sound sending chills down everyone's spines, and the door frame seemed to tremble.

The ball bounced back into the penalty area, and Haaland, who had already arrived, didn't hesitate to easily push the ball into the empty net.

The entire training ground fell into an eerie silence for two seconds, before erupting into an incredulous gasp.

"He actually managed to shoot?! What kind of joke is this guy playing?!"

Sancho shouted exaggeratedly from the side, "Yo! He almost smashed the door frame with one kick!"

Bürki scrambled to his feet from the grass, dusted off his gloves, and shouted at Sun Yang:

"Sun, next time you should give me a heads-up before you bomb the top corner so I can buy my ticket and take off earlier."

At this moment, Sun Yang was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently like a bellows.

That forceful shot under intense pressure almost broke his bones. The fact that the ball didn't go in is simply because his technique wasn't quite there yet.

Haaland dashed into the net and scooped the ball out. Holding the ball, he walked up to Sun Yang, his baby face tense.

"Monkey King, take my advice, don't shoot the ball yourself next time."

Sun Yang raised an eyebrow and retorted without hesitation, "Why should I?"

Haaland spread his hands, giving an extremely irritating reply in a serious tone: "Because you can't score, I have to huff and puff and run over to finish you off. How tiring is that?"

Sancho laughed so hard he bent over, pointing at Haaland and chuckling, "Big man, that sounds so irritating."

Haaland shrugged nonchalantly, looking smug like he was saying, "I'm just stating the truth."

Just as Sun Yang was about to retort, that familiar mechanical voice suddenly popped into his mind.

[A preliminary shot, resembling Batistuta's GO form, was completed under intense pressure.]

[Barty's GO proficiency: 5/100.]

[Shooting attribute: 54→55.]

Sun Yang's breath hitched for a beat, and his eyes lit up.

Shooting attribute has increased! Although it's only by a pitiful point, this is definitely not the result of grinding in the training field with open goals!

This was forced out by Witsel, by Hummels, and by the swarm of yellow horns that were squeezing Dortmund's first team out of it!

This is the real money needed to establish oneself in the top five leagues.

Haaland was still nagging on the sidelines: "Did you hear that? From now on, you just need to deliver these kinds of balls, and I'll take care of the easy wins, understand?"

Sun Yang looked at the ball in his arms, a defiant smile playing on his lips: "Don't even dream about it. Next time, I'll take the whole thing, pot and all."

Haaland paused for a moment, then grinned even wider: "Alright, then I'll just stand by and watch. If you can't get it in, I'll make it all back with interest."

Favre, watching the two clowns from the sidelines, showed no sign of a smile; instead, his gaze grew even sharper.

That young man's choice was indeed rash. He had an excellent passing vision, but he insisted on taking the shot himself.

But there's no denying that the quality of that shot was frighteningly high.

Ambitious, decisive, and willing to risk setbacks to achieve something – these qualities make him a natural nuclear weapon.

Beep!

Favre blew his whistle.

"Stop for a second." He walked straight onto the field, stopped in front of Sun Yang, and said in a serious tone, "You should have known to pass that ball even with your eyes closed."

Sun Yang nodded honestly: "I know."

Favre pressed further, "Then why did you still play it yourself?"

Sun Yang looked directly into the head coach's eyes without flinching: "I want to test my limits."

Favre glanced at his right foot, his tone remaining calm: "So, what tricks did you figure out?"

"We're still far from it," Sun Yang admitted frankly, acknowledging the shortcomings.

Haaland quickly chimed in, "Boss, that kick of his is really weird. Didn't you see Bürki cursing just now?"

Bürki, standing at the door, helplessly shrugged: "I really did curse in my heart, thank you for loudly relaying it to me."

A burst of laughter erupted from the training field, and even Favre couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

"Son, you want to prove yourself, you want to score goals, there's nothing wrong with that." Favre's face hardened again, "But you need to understand, professional matches are not your personal show, much less a skills testing ground."

"Making the right choice at the right time sounds cliché, but it determines whether you become a superstar who dominates the game or a shooting star who only makes a brief appearance in highlights."

Sun Yang suppressed his smile and nodded solemnly: "I understand, Coach."

Favre took a deep breath and roared, "Keep going! For the last five minutes, execute the 'five-second counter-press' strategy to the fullest! Everyone, get running!"