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

With a crisp, long whistle from the referee.

Haaland flicked the ball backward with the inside of his right foot and sprinted towards the open space in the attacking third.

The ball rolled straight toward Sun Yang, skimming along the grass.

At the same time, Cologne captain Hector, number 14, completely ignored the ball's trajectory.

He stared at Sun Yang, his thick thighs exerting force, and charged forward at full speed with an indomitable and fierce momentum.

He received orders in the locker room that he had to break this Asian kid's bones with his very first blow at the start of the game.

The violent acceleration created a gust of wind, and it looked like it was about to knock Sun Yang over, ball and all.

Sun Yang didn't back down; he ran towards the incoming ball. The moment his right foot touched the ball, the flexibility he had developed from his Peking Opera training was on full display.

That was the rhythm that had been practiced countless times in the team's high-tech, fully enclosed training pod.

He engaged his core muscles, bending his upper body backward to dodge, while deftly flicking the ball to Witsel (number 28) who was making a run to the right.

Hector couldn't stop his momentum; he didn't even touch Sun Yang's jersey before sliding past him, leaving a long trail on the grass.

The Dortmund fans in the stands burst into laughter.

Cologne's coach, Baumgart, on the sidelines, angrily shouted at the players on the field to defend.

Sun Yang ignored Hector on the ground, passed the ball and immediately sprinted into the heart of Cologne's half.

Once Dortmund's attacking machine gets going, it's like a precision machine starting to operate efficiently.

Witsel sprinted towards the ball, and without stopping, he faced two Cologne midfielders rushing towards him. With a gentle push of the instep of his right foot, the ball sailed over the defenders' toes and found Brandt, number 19, ahead.

Brandt, with his back to Cologne's defensive midfielder, smoothly played a through ball, which cut through the defense and found captain Reus, number 11, who had already made his run out of position.

Dortmund's attack flowed smoothly, with continuous one-touch passes in the attacking third. Cologne's burly players, who wanted to physically overwhelm their opponents, were exhausted chasing after the ball, unable to even get a chance for a close-quarters battle.

Reus glanced up at the situation in front of him. He subtly passed the ball backwards to Sancho, number 7, who was preparing to break through on the left wing.

Sancho dribbled the ball toward the left edge of the penalty area. Cologne's center-back Bornau and full-back Ihebu finally got a chance for a physical challenge, and the two, one on the left and one on the right, prepared to close down the goal with extremely rough movements.

This setup clearly indicates an attempt to block Sancho's path to victory.

Sancho wasn't stupid; he didn't try to force his way through the gaps in the defense. He stopped abruptly, turned, and deftly flicked the ball with his left heel, sending it steadily towards the edge of the penalty area.

That was exactly where Sun Yang, who had been speeding up, landed.

By this time, Hector was already furious from Dortmund's short passing penetration in the attacking third. He turned his head and saw Sun Yang receiving the ball, and the instruction in his mind to "not let him shoot" completely overwhelmed his reason.

He charged at high speed from behind Sun Yang, completely ignoring the ball's position, and with a drop of his right shoulder, he directly collided with Sun Yang's thin back.

Sun Yang had already sensed the danger out of the corner of his eye. He flicked the ball with his toe, sending it towards Haaland, who was poised to get a touch on it inside the penalty area.

The moment he passed the ball, that violent, brute force slammed into his back.

A tremendous impact knocked Sun Yang over. However, the damage reduction talent granted by the system took effect.

Sun Yang's body fell forward with the force of the impact, and he rolled three times on the grass to dissipate the remaining force. Apart from a slight numbness in his back, he was completely unharmed.

The referee's whistle blew.

When Haaland saw this, his eyes turned red.

He abandoned his pursuit of the good pass from Sun Yang, turned around and took a few big steps to Hector, grabbing the opponent's collar with both hands and forcefully pulling the Cologne captain off the ground.

"Are you kicking football or rugby, you idiot?" Haaland's spittle almost sprayed onto Hector's face.

The Dortmund players all rushed over and surrounded Hector.

Reus forcefully shoved away Cologne defender Bornau, who was trying to clear the ball, and pointed at the referee, shouting, "Shouldn't you give a card for this retaliatory action against the player, not the ball?"

The referee rushed into the crowd to separate the two sides. Without any hesitation, he pulled a yellow card from his shirt pocket and held it high, pointing it at Hector.

A deafening chorus of boos erupted from the stands.

In the CCTV studio.

Duan Xuan exclaimed excitedly, "Just one minute into the game! Hector received a yellow card for a malicious tackle! Cologne's strategy was very clear: prevent Sun Yang from getting comfortable shots and effectively organize their attacks. But their defense was too brutal! It was clearly designed to cripple him!"

Tao Wei frowned: "Sun Yang is very clever. After passing the ball, he did a self-protective roll. Judging from his standing up, he shouldn't be injured. However, this foul gave Dortmund a free kick in an excellent position in the attacking third. Just outside the penalty area line, slightly to the left. This is a very dangerous area."

Inside the court, Sun Yang brushed the grass off his body, stretched his ankles, and walked to the penalty spot where the referee had sprayed white foam.

Reus walked over with the ball in his arms, bent down, and placed it on the white line. He covered his mouth with his hand and whispered in Sun Yang's ear, "These barbarians are definitely marking me. Let's teach their goalkeeper a lesson."

Sun Yang took a deep breath and nodded.

The Cologne penalty area was on high alert at this moment.

Goalkeeper number 1, Horn, stood in the center of the goal line, anxiously slapping his gloves and shouting at the top of his lungs to direct the wall of players.

"The taller ones, line up in a row! Seal off the left side completely! Don't leave any gaps!"

After setting up the wall, Horn ran to the right side of the goal and stood there. He stared at the two people at the penalty spot: the renowned Reus and the young rookie.

Horn yelled at the defense, "Don't be fooled by that Asian kid! He's just a filler! Keep a close eye on Marco's movements!"

Horn sneered. How could a rookie who had only played half the game as a starter possibly get the right to take a direct free kick in front of a star like Reus?

Just then, under the watchful eyes of 80,000 people, Sun Yang slowly straightened up.

He didn't look at the ball; instead, he raised his left hand and extended his index finger. To the astonishment of the Cologne players, that finger arrogantly pointed to the absolute top left corner of the Cologne goal.

The fans in the stadium were thrilled by the action, and an eerie silence immediately fell over the stadium as everyone held their breath in anticipation.

Horn was furious. He cursed inwardly at this arrogant young player for being such a good actor, a complete clown trying to attract attention.

"Beep—!"

The referee blew the whistle to start the game.

Horn stared intently at Royce, his eyes wide open.

But until Sun Yang started running, Reus had his hands on his hips and didn't even make a single fake run-up move!

Horn's heart skipped a beat. Was it really this Asian kid taking the penalty?!

Sun Yang adopted an extremely unconventional diagonal run-up. His final step saw his left foot slam heavily onto the grass half a meter to the left of the ball. His body leaned severely to the left, and his right foot, using the inside of his foot as a core, like a taut spring, exerted force from below, rubbing hard against the lower middle part of the ball.

"Bang!"

The dull yet crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground was transmitted through the on-site microphones.

The ball soared into the air with a strong inward spin. From Horn's perspective, the ball was much higher than the wall of players, clearly indicating that the force of the shot was too great and it was about to fly directly into the stands.

He didn't even jump immediately.

But just as the ball crossed its highest point and passed the wall of players, it drew an extremely exaggerated large C-shaped trajectory in the air. With a strong sense of descent, it fiercely and aggressively headed towards the top left corner of the goal.

The Bei family's Crescent Moon Saber has reappeared in the martial world.

That's the absolute blind spot that Sun Yang is pointing to!

Horn felt a chill run down his spine. He roared, his thigh muscles bulging as he launched himself into the air, leaping to the upper left. His arms stretched to their maximum length.

But all they grasped was thin air.

"Whoosh!"

The crisp sound of the football hitting the net was incredibly loud in the quiet penalty area.

Goal!

Just one minute and twelve seconds into the game! Borussia Dortmund opened the scoring at home!

After a second of deathly silence, the Westfalen Stadium exploded!

The roars of 80,000 fans erupted from their chests simultaneously, creating a terrifying sound exceeding 120 decibels, like the sonic boom of a jet taking off, crashing against the stadium's solar roof, causing the entire stadium floor to tremble violently.

The die-hard fans in the South Stand went completely wild. With a few leaders pulling, a giant tifo that had been prepared beforehand cascaded down from the top of the stand like a magnificent waterfall.

In the picture, Sun Yang, wearing a yellow and black jersey with the number 29, has his black hair flying. He looks like a god descending upon the court, domineeringly pointing his left hand forward.

The large German words at the bottom of the screen stung the eyes of all the Cologne players: "Follow him, tear everything apart!"