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

That night, Sun Yang closed his eyes and had just drifted off to sleep when a muffled thud rang in his ears.

boom!

That voice was so familiar.

The ball struck the instep with full power, the sound of the ball flying outwards with a whoosh.

Sun Yang opened his eyes.

He stood in the center of an empty stadium.

There was no audience.

There are no lights.

It was so dark all around that you couldn't see the edge.

Only the patch of grass beneath his feet shone brightly, as if it were a battlefield reserved specifically for him.

Welcome to the Football Hall of Fame Dream Training Ground.

[The host has no physical limitations and no risk of injury or illness while training here.]

[Selecting the first renowned mentor...]

Sun Yang's breathing slowed down.

coming.

The names he personally wrote into the code in his previous life are finally about to emerge from the data.

In the darkness, a tall figure approached him.

Flowing long hair.

Broad shoulders and a thick back.

The muscle definition looks like it was carved from stone.

Wearing a violet jersey, it was the Fiorentina jersey from Serie A.

The man stood on the ball and looked up at Sun Yang.

His gaze was as hard as a knife.

[Congratulations, host! You have selected Gabriel Batistuta as your mentor.]

[Currently available skill to learn: Batista GO.]

Sun Yang's throat tightened.

Batistuta.

Batistuta, the God of War.

The man who uses the goal as a target and the goalkeeper as a backdrop.

Sun Yang had watched his shooting highlights countless times in his previous life.

Unreasonable.

No fancy tricks.

It means to swing.

The goalkeeper began to doubt why he was even standing in front of the goal.

Without any further pleasantries, Batistuta flicked his ankle and sent the ball to Sun Yang's feet.

"Shoot."

Sun Yang was taken aback.

"Now?"

Barty looked at him, his voice cold.

"On the field, no one will wait for you to be ready. If you hesitate for even a second, a defender will knock you over."

Sun Yang gritted his teeth.

approach.

Swing your leg.

A volley.

boom!

The football flew out weakly, and before it even reached the goal, it was blocked by Batistuta's foot.

Barty frowned.

"You call that a shot?"

Sun Yang's face darkened.

That hurts.

But there's no way to refute it.

It's clearly written on the system panel.

Shots: 50.

To put it bluntly, it's amateur level.

Barty walked up to him and first pointed to his supporting foot.

"The supporting foot is misaligned, and the body's center of gravity is not balanced."

He patted his waist and abdomen again.

"The power stops here; your thigh, calf, and instep are not connected."

Finally, he pointed to Sun Yang's instep.

"The point of contact is wrong too. You're not shooting, you're kicking the ball away."

Sun Yang held his breath and asked, "So what exactly does BatiGO rely on?"

Batistuta stepped on the ball, his voice low and deep.

"Strength, movement, and determination."

"My shots aren't fancy; they're not art for people to see."

"One force can overcome ten techniques."

"If the ball is at your feet and the goal is in front of you, then blast it in."

"If the shot is over 120 kilometers per hour, even if the goalkeeper judges the direction correctly, he may not dare to take it head-on."

After he finished speaking, he gently flicked the ball in front of him.

There was no long run-up.

There are no complicated feints.

Simply place your supporting foot on the ground, tighten your waist and abdomen, and straighten the instep.

boom!

The football flew towards the goal with almost no spin in mid-air, accompanied by a dull thud.

The next second, the ball slammed into the net.

The net was pulled up high.

Sun Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

That's what you call a shot on goal.

Simple, direct, and clean.

For a goalkeeper, it's not a question of whether to save the ball or not.

It's a question of whether or not you dare to reach out.

Barty turned to look at him.

"Again."

Sun Yang took a deep breath and stood in front of the ball again.

boom!

"soft."

boom!

"slow."

boom!

"Is that a shot, or a pass back to the goalkeeper?"

boom!

"Make your supporting foot more stable, don't feel like you're stepping on cotton."

boom!

"Waist belts legs, not just your calves."

"Again!"

That night, Sun Yang didn't know how many times he shot.

There are no physical limitations in dreams.

It really hurts.

I am indeed exhausted.

He fell onto the grass again and again, his knees, shoulders, and back all feeling like they had been rubbed raw by the grass.

Barty's voice showed no sign of softening.

"Look up at the door."

"Keep the ball under control."

"Don't be afraid of missing your shot; those who are afraid of missing their shot will never be able to launch a powerful attack."

"Again!"

Sun Yang got up.

He fell down.

Get up again.

Only one thought remained in my mind.

Learn it.

You must learn it.

He didn't want to be just a passer.

With a passing attribute of 99, he's definitely strong.

It can break through the defense and deliver the ball to the most dangerous position.

But what he longs for even more is to one day stand at the edge of the penalty area, so that defenders dare not give him a single step.

The goalkeeper started to feel uneasy when he saw him lift his leg.

Before dawn, Sun Yang finally managed to unleash a decent shot.

The supporting foot is embedded in the grass.

Tighten your waist and abdomen.

The thigh drives the lower leg.

Straighten your instep.

boom!

The football flew close to the grass and crashed heavily into the inside of the net.

The net jerked backward.

Barty finally refrained from cursing.

He glanced at Sun Yang, his tone still not gentle.

"It barely looks like a human kick."

[Barty's GO proficiency: 1/100.]

Sun Yang almost choked.

I practiced all night.

Only a little?

System, you're a real jerk.

But the next second, he smiled again.

Because he could feel that his shooting motion had really changed.

Previously, I only used my feet to kick the ball.

Now, for the first time, he understood what it meant to use his entire body to blast the ball.

……

The next morning.

airport.

Sun Wu stood to the side, holding a backpack, his expression awkward.

"Take it."

Sun Yang took it, opened it, and took a look.

Inside were a pair of shin guards.

The shin guards are painted with a golden monkey king, who is carrying a stick.

The image is exquisite, like a face paint being applied before going on stage.

The lines are clean.

Sun Wu turned his face away, as if afraid that Sun Yang would laugh at him.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not asking you to go to Germany to perform."

"Wear it."

"Don't let anyone break your leg again."

Sun Yang felt a little sore, but he still smiled.

"Dad, this monkey is drawn really well."

Sun Tzu immediately glared at him.

"What do you know? This is the Monkey King! Your dad drew it half the night, his hands are almost cramping up."

Sun Yang looked down at the shin guards.

The golden monkey king was so lifelike, it looked as if it were carrying a stick and standing in front of him.

Sun Wu lowered his voice.

"Yangyang, in our Sun family's monkey show, we emphasize that even when you do a somersault, you have to land steadily."

"If you get to Germany and people look down on you, don't rush to argue."

"You need to use your skills to tell them to shut up."

Sun Yang put the shin guards into his bag and nodded seriously.

"Dad, I understand."

Diana came over and hugged him.

She didn't say much, she just hugged her very tightly.

"Call me when you get to Germany. Your uncle Henry will pick you up. Don't wander off on your own."

Sun Yang smiled.

"Mom, I'm not a little kid anymore."

Diana released him, her eyes still red.

"You'll always be my child."

Sun Wu coughed beside him, deliberately trying to steer the atmosphere back on track.

"Alright, alright, stop making it sound like a life-or-death situation. Kid, stop just talking big."

"Make a name for yourself."

Sun Yang slung his bag over his shoulder and looked toward the boarding gate.

"Yes."