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

Favre didn't speak, but just stared quietly at the figure in the cage.

Sun Yang was standing in the circle, panting heavily.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The machine was set to a very fast pace, giving him no time to stop and think. The fourth ball was about to be launched.

Sun Yang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Clear your mind of all those random thoughts. Forget about those standard ball-stopping techniques taught in the youth academy.

He recalled the beatings his father had given him when he forced him to practice martial arts since he was a child, and how foreigners mocked him for being weak-boned during his trial at Arsenal.

Since the conventional approach is no longer effective.

Then let's use the most instinctive method.

"drop!"

The ball machine in front of me was flashing red. A low, sweeping shot at 120 kilometers per hour hurtled towards me.

Sun Yang did not take a step forward like a typical player.

His body twisted backward as if defying the laws of physics, his entire lumbar spine contorting into an exaggerated arc. His left leg, as if boneless, drew a semicircle in the air, his knee turning outward.

The instant the ball touches the inside of the foot.

Sun Yang's ankle quickly retreated ten centimeters along the direction the ball rolled. That ten-centimeter distance was like a sponge, completely absorbing the speed of 120 kilometers per hour.

The ball stopped obediently at his feet, bouncing away without even a millimeter of extra movement.

Just as he finished stopping the ball, Sun Yang caught a glimpse of the green light flashing to his left.

With a passing attribute bonus of 99 points, his pinpoint accuracy is a divine skill that even indoors has a passive effect. He doesn't need any extra adjustments, he doesn't even straighten his back, and his right foot sweeps out smoothly.

The ball hit the target wall panel precisely.

The scoreboard flips over, adding one point.

There was a half-second of silence outside the cage.

Hummels' eyes widened, and he instinctively took a step forward. As a top center-back, he knew all too well how difficult that move had been.

"What kind of move is that? Some kind of flexibility gymnastics? Who tries to stop a fast-moving, rolling ball by leaning back like that!"

Before anyone could discuss it, the machine's mechanism was triggered. Because the time to catch the ball had been shortened, the fifth ball arrived in quick succession.

This was an extremely irregular half-high ball. With strong sidespin, it headed straight for Sun Yang's chest.

Sun Yang didn't even look at it.

His Monkey Boy Kung Fu was fully activated.

Without warning, he jumped up from the spot, twisting his body 180 degrees in mid-air. With his back to the ball, he raised his right foot high in the air and lightly tapped the ball on the bottom with his heel.

The rapidly spinning ball was deflected by this clever force, its trajectory altered. Instead of landing on the ground, it passed over Sun Yang's head and obediently landed at his feet after he turned around.

The green light comes on.

He casually flicked the outside of his right foot.

Bang! The target was hit precisely again.

Holy crap!

Several young players promoted from the youth teams outside couldn't help but swear.

Favre gripped the iron railing beside him tightly.

Terzic, sitting in front of the console, forgot to look at the screen, his eyes fixed on the field.

In the next ten minutes, the atmosphere inside the cage completely changed.

Sun Yang was completely immersed in this high-speed reaction test. The high-pressure sound, light, and electricity environment forced out the most terrifying potential of his body.

He no longer resembles a professional football player.

He is more like a Peking Opera martial arts performer who leaps and dances on stage.

Facing a powerful shot from 130 kilometers per hour, he could control the ball with a split between his legs. Facing a bouncing ball at waist height, he would use his knee to lift the ball, making three consecutive touches in mid-air before passing it directly into the green box. On one occasion, with his back to the target, he even pulled the ball back with the sole of his foot to complete a 360-degree Marseille turn.

Every single movement was utterly absurd.

Every movement violated the textbook's principles of force application.

But with each touch, the ball seemed to have eyes, perfectly tamed by him, and finally smashed into the green zone with extreme precision.

There was not a sound outside the barbed wire fence.

The only sounds were the dull thud of the machine spitting out balls and the crisp sound of the balls hitting the wall.

Haaland's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit a football. He scratched his blond hair and turned to look at Reus.

"Marco, tell me honestly, is this metal box broken? How could he know the green light was behind him without turning around?"

Royce swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on Sun Yang's feet.

"No. The machine isn't broken. It's just that this kid's ball control is insane. His flexibility allows him to release the ball from any position without any preparation. I think he's the epitome of Chinese Kung Fu."

Ten seconds left in the countdown.

The machines started running like crazy, and the three ball-launching machines spit out three balls in quick succession.

Sun Yang used both hands to attack.

He took a shot with the instep of his left foot and a powerful shot with the instep of his right foot. The last ball flew towards the corner of the net, and he slid in and executed a perfectly executed sliding tackle to send the ball precisely into the last green box that lit up.

"drop--!"

A piercing, long screech rang out.

The 15-minute grueling training session ended. The lights in the cage returned to normal.

Sun Yang got up from the ground and dusted off his pants. His chest heaved violently from the exertion, and sweat dripped from his chin onto the rubber floor.

But he felt great. It was much more fun than running laps outside.

He pushed open the iron gate and walked out.

His teammates on both sides of the passage spontaneously made way for him, creating a path more than a meter wide. No one spoke; everyone looked at him as if he were an alien creature in human skin.

Haaland rushed up and grabbed Sun Yang's shoulder.

"Dude! You must have practiced Chinese Kung Fu! That backflip you did to stop the ball was absolutely awesome! Teach me!"

the other side.

Terzic looked down at the final data statistics report on his tablet.

His hands were trembling.

I refreshed the page three times to confirm that there were no system errors.

Favre walked over and eagerly approached the screen.

Ball contact accuracy: 97%.

Target hit rate: 98%.

Average reaction time plus ball release time: 0.8 seconds.

0.8 seconds!

Since this cage was put into use, the best time in Borussia Dortmund's history was 0.95 seconds, set by Mario Götze. Sun Yang not only broke this record, but also shortened the human reaction limit by a staggering 0.15 seconds.

What's even more alarming is that his ball-handling movements are extremely unconventional, meaning that defenders simply cannot predict where he will pass the ball next based on his body language.

Favre's brain began to work at high speed.

Arsenal's scouting report is a complete joke!

Possessing the ability to snatch the ball from extremely tight spaces, coupled with that god-like long pass from the halfway line, and that unreasonable curving free kick.

Put this kid in midfield, and he'll be a nuclear weapon that can detonate the opponent's defense at any time.