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

David Beckham flicked the ball into the air, then tapped it with his knee, and the ball landed obediently on his thigh, bouncing continuously.

"Setting up the ball before kicking it is like the greenhouse teaching in a youth academy." Beckham dislodged the ball with his right foot and stepped on the grass.

He turned and walked toward the center circle.

"In a true top league, those butchers won't let you comfortably measure the distance. Long passes and long shots in open play are where the real skill is revealed. Keep up, rookie. I'll broaden your horizons and show you some memorable moments that can make you look cool in the Premier League."

Sun Yang followed, looking puzzled. The two stood at the center circle tee box.

The goal was a full fifty meters away.

"Look closely at the positioning of that virtual goalkeeper," Beckham said, pointing to a goalkeeper dummy in the distance. "He's positioned very far forward, almost at the edge of the penalty area, to prevent the striker from beating the offside trap."

The wind blew from the left, and the flag on the corner flagpole fluttered.

"To kick a long-range lob like this, you need to observe the wind direction, predict the ball's trajectory in the air, and calculate the goalkeeper's retreat distance. But the most crucial element is your leg explosiveness and core strength to resist torsional rigidity. If you only have the technique, but can't kick it more than fifty meters away, it will just become a weak back pass."

Beckham took two steps back. He didn't take an extra running start.

He suddenly swung his left arm back, his entire body tilting sharply to the left, his left foot slamming heavily into the grass behind and to the side of the ball. His right leg moved like a heavy steel whip, his calf muscles taut and contracting as the inside of his foot struck the lower half of the ball with a powerful blow.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed across the empty court.

Sun Yang clearly saw that at the moment of contact with the ball, Beckham's waist and abdomen contorted at an incredible angle. All the power of his body was slammed into his right leg.

The ball soared into the sky.

It didn't go in a straight line, but instead drew a huge arc with a strong rightward spin in the air, crossing the midfield and the 30-meter defensive line in the front.

Just as the ball was about to fly out of bounds, a strong backspin caused it to plummet downwards!

The dummy goalkeeper on the edge of the penalty area had no time to retreat. The ball grazed the underside of the crossbar and slammed into the net.

He became famous overnight.

This is exactly the famous half-field lob shot that David Beckham made against Wimbledon more than 20 years ago.

It was this shot that propelled the blond kid into the ranks of the world's top superstars.

Sun Yang stood there dumbfounded.

He had just clearly heard the sharp whistling sound of the football rubbing against the air. That product of absolute power and extremely exquisite curve, even on the field, could make people feel the pure aesthetics of violence.

"Got it?" Beckham turned around, clapped his hands, and said, "Don't think you're invincible just because you can unleash a powerful shot from 30 meters outside the penalty area. True art is about taking down the goalkeeper in the second half."

Sun Yang swallowed hard. This scene was a million times more shocking than watching a recording on television.

"How can I kick a ball like that?" Sun Yang asked eagerly.

"You need extremely abnormal core strength." Beckham snapped his fingers, and several rows of heavy squat racks slammed onto the grass.

"Your thigh muscles are too weak right now. If you try to kick a spinning ball like that while running, your back will break on the spot."

Beckham pointed to the pile of barbell plates on the ground.

"From today onwards, aside from practicing, I'll dedicate all my physical training time to this. I'll start with a thousand sets of weighted torso rotations and core anti-torsion exercises."

Without uttering a single word, Sun Yang walked over and directly picked up the heaviest barbell.

In his dream world, he doesn't have to worry about muscle tears or lactic acid buildup; he can recklessly push his limits. That's the most incredible aspect of the cheat training camp.

Heavy breathing echoed across the field. Sweat splattered onto the grass.

After enduring four hundred sets, Sun Yang put down the barbell, supporting himself on his knees and panting heavily. He suddenly remembered something.

"David," Sun Yang wiped the sweat from the corner of his eye, "what exactly is the use of that talent item in the system panel called 'Kant's Perpetual Motion Machine Lungs'? What does the one-third fragment progress mean?"

Beckham kicked aside a few training marker cones at his feet and slowly walked up to Sun Yang.

"I know the answer to this question." Beckham's joking tone vanished. "This is an absolutely god-level talent, an absolute game-changer. You only have one-third of it right now, so you can only use it as a one-time trial card."

"Trial card?"

"That's right." Beckham snapped his fingers.

"Your current physical limit is seventy-five minutes. If you push yourself to the eightieth minute of the match, and your stamina bar is completely depleted, your legs feel like lead, and you can't even sprint a step, you can choose to actively activate this one-third fragment."

Sun Yang even slowed his breathing a beat, listening intently.

"Once activated, for the next five minutes, your cardiopulmonary and oxygen supply systems will be forcibly boosted to the level of peak N'Golo Kant. This is equivalent to instantly restoring your health to full."

Beckham stared at him. "In these five minutes, you can run all over the field without restraint, making the highest intensity sprints, defenses, and counter-attacks. There are no restrictions on exhaustion."

Sun Yang gasped.

This is practically a blatant physical cheat!

In the crucial, decisive moments of the game, both sides were completely exhausted. Imagine suddenly being fully revitalized, dominating the entire field and outmaneuvering your opponents – that would be absolutely insane!

"Don't get too excited," Beckham bluntly poured cold water on the situation. "Do you understand the law of conservation of energy? These five minutes have come at the cost of depleting all the glycogen reserves in your muscles."

"When the time comes, you will enter a period of extreme and terrifying weakness. For a full twenty-four hours, you won't even have the strength to get out of bed to pour yourself a glass of water. If your card expires before the match ends, you'll have no choice but to lie there and wait for a stretcher."

Sun Yang nodded silently. This was the price to pay for a desperate last resort. These five minutes were the trump card to risk everything for a goal.

"Then how do I get the remaining fragments? To synthesize the complete version of the Perpetual Motion Machine Lung?" Sun Yang asked, getting to the crucial point. The complete Kant's Lung is an ultimate passive skill that can cover the entire 90 minutes without any side effects.

"Want fragments? It's simple." Beckham pointed to the pitch beneath his feet. "Create a 'world-class masterpiece' recognized by the system in an official match. Ordinary goals and assists are useless. It has to be the kind of play that can be recorded in league history, featured in the annual highlights, and go viral online."

"Take that goal against Cologne where you recreated the Bundesliga logo. That was a classic moment. That move got you the first piece of the puzzle. All you have to do is go on the pitch and keep going crazy, make the whole stadium scream for you. Play those signature moves that they can only dream of."

Sun Yang clenched his fist tightly.

famous scene.

His next opponent flashed through his mind: Union Berlin. A Bundesliga team known for its aggressive style of play and a defense as tough as a meat grinder. What these lumberjacks loved to do most was crush technically gifted players with their muscles.

Want to create a memorable scene on the heads of these wild beasts?

Sun Yang grinned, his wild fighting spirit reaching its peak.

He turned and walked toward the cold, heavy metal equipment.

"Keep practicing, David." Sun Yang put the barbell back on his shoulder.

"I don't want to be carried off the field by those lumberjacks at this weekend's game. A memorable moment, huh? I'll teach them a lesson on home soil!"