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

Outside the sideline of the pitch, Borussia Dortmund's team doctor was still frantically cleaning up first-aid bandages.

Sun Yang sat on a bench, ripped off his yellow basketball shorts that were half-open from the cleats, and casually put on new pants. He glanced at Haaland, who was being carried to the medical room by two assistants.

The Nordic behemoth was now flushed red, waving its arms outwards with all its might, refusing to enter the players' tunnel no matter what.

"Hey! Let go! Don't touch my arm!" Haaland yelled at the team doctor. "My bones aren't broken! It's just a muscle contusion! I'm going to the bench! Got it? I'm watching the game end!"

Team doctor Schmidt, sweating profusely, pointed to Haaland's swollen calf muscle and retorted, "Are you crazy? If this bruising isn't treated promptly, it could cause long-term problems!"

"Get some ice! Use some straps to try and hold it in place!" Haaland pointed at the scoreboard, his voice so loud the entire stands could hear. "There are only a few minutes left! Sun and the others are still fighting hard on the field, I need to be there to watch!"

Sun Yang pulled his socks up to his shinbone and patted Haaland's broad shoulder.

"Sit still in your chair and keep your mouth shut." Sun Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "I'll handle the rest of the match."

Haaland grinned, grabbed a large ice pack from the freezer, haphazardly slung it over his right calf, covered his head with a huge white towel, and slumped into the front row of the bench.

Sun Yang stood off the field and raised his hand, indicating to the referee that he could rejoin the fight.

The referee glanced at him, waved his hand, and agreed that Sun Yang could return to the field.

Sun Yang bent down and grabbed a handful of turf, letting the grass clippings fall through his fingers.

Both Reus and Hummels on the field were bent over, panting heavily; they were both too exhausted to run anymore.

Sun Yang's right leg wound was tightly bandaged, and he experienced a dull, stabbing pain when he took a step.

The moment he stepped across the white line, he looked up and scanned the timer in the arena.

Eighty-eighth minute. The score is 3-3.

Despite having a red card and playing with ten men, Bayer Leverkusen, under the roaring instructions of their coach Bosz, had all their players retreat to the 30-meter zone. They formed an impenetrable defensive wall, with the two center-backs, Tah and Bender, almost level with the goalkeeper, their intention very clear: to hold onto the draw.

Sun Yang strode heavily into the center circle. He could clearly feel his muscles constantly sending warning signals, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and even a simple change of direction required immense willpower to push off the ground.

At this rate, we simply cannot break through the opponent's impenetrable defenses.

He had to make that decision.

He brought up the system panel in his mind, and Beckham's words from the dream replayed in his ears. The Kanté perpetual motion machine's lungs hadn't been fully collected yet, but the one-third fragment could be used as a single-game trial card.

"Use the fragment of 'Kant's Perpetual Motion Machine Lung'. Activate now."

A string of red warning symbols popped up on the system interface:

[Warning: This fragment is a five-minute trial card for a single match. Activating it will boost your oxygen supply and cardiorespiratory endurance to the level of top-class sweeping midfielder N'Golo Kanté.]

[When the trial card's countdown ends, your body's glycogen will be completely depleted, and you will enter a period of absolute weakness and coma lasting up to 24 hours. Confirm use?]

"confirm!"

Within half a second of the command being given, Sun Yang felt an extremely cool and exhilarating sensation in his lungs. The bloody taste that had been stuck in his throat was completely dispelled, his withered rib muscles began to swell wildly, and his heartbeat returned rhythmically.

The soreness and heaviness in my legs were gone. My muscle fibers were flooded with glycogen again, and my legs felt as light as if I had just served a game.

This is thanks to the support of the world's number one beast-like waist and iron lungs.

At this moment, the fourth official held up a rectangular electronic board, on which a large number "5" lit up.

Due to the serious injury incident and the lengthy treatment on the field, the injury time in the second half will last for five minutes.

The home team fans in the stands at the BayArena immediately erupted in a deafening chorus of boos.

"How much money did the referee actually receive?"

"The game is over! Blow the whistle!"

Possession of the ball was rightfully in Dortmund's hands.

Witsel had the ball near the center circle in his own half. The veteran was almost exhausted, so he passed the ball to Hazard. He looked up and froze for a moment.

Right in the 30-meter zone of the attacking third, Sun Yang, who had played the full 90 minutes and was just having his wound bandaged on the sidelines, was running wildly with his arms raised high. He used an astonishing 100-meter sprint speed to directly penetrate the densest area of ​​Leverkusen's midfield.

Newly substituted Hazard on the right wing pushed his opponent aside, but before he could even look up, Sun Yang's voice rang out: "Give me the ball!"

Thorgan hesitated for a moment. Sun Yang was clearly exhausted, but he still chose to trust the team's midfield commander. He pushed the ball smoothly into the middle with the instep of his right foot.

Brandt, who replaced Haaland, was battling Bender near the edge of the penalty area. He wanted to create space for the center, but a yellow and black blur had already passed by him.

It's Sun Yang.

Leverkusen's defensive midfielder Dragovic immediately moved to block. He had already calculated that his opponent had been running for 90 minutes, and his technique would inevitably be off at this point, allowing him to easily dispossess him!

Dragovic crashed into him.

Unexpectedly, Sun Yang didn't even slow down his pace; instead, his body made a sudden, ergonomically unsound turn while moving at high speed. He didn't choose to go it alone; instead, he used his right foot to flick the ball diagonally to the outside of Hazard's path, and then circled around Dragovic.

That astonishing explosive power left Dragovic dumbfounded.

"Stop him! Block his position!" Dragovic roared at the back line.

This is not the running pace of an exhausted injured player! Sun Yang is like a tireless perpetual motion machine, running nearly 300 meters in the attacking third in two minutes! He's been exchanging one-two passes with Hazard and Reus, shifting the ball from left to right, then forcefully passing it through the middle from the right!

Leverkusen's meticulously arranged nine-man formation was torn to pieces by Sun Yang's tireless, wide-ranging running.

On the sidelines, Dortmund coach Favre grabbed assistant coach Terzić by the shoulder and shook him: "He still has energy? What kind of magic potion did Schmidt spray on him? He's running even harder than when he first came on!"

"Watch out for the opponent passing the ball! Stop him outside the penalty area!" Bayer Leverkusen coach Bosz hurriedly jumped out of the command area and shouted.

The third minute of stoppage time.

Thorgan Hazard forcefully lobbed the ball into the penalty area from the right.

The ball went over the near post and landed at the 12-yard spot. Without Haaland as a powerful center forward, center-back Tatum was back in form. He used his weight to push Brandt aside and headed the ball out to clear it at the point of impact.

The ball wasn't headed far; it flew vertically out of the right side of the penalty area.

That open space was a defensive vacuum, unmanned.

Goalkeeper Hradecky was taking two steps forward to observe where the ball would land when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a yellow figure rushing out of the crowd.

Sun Yang, whose right calf was wrapped in a white bandage, charged forward with measured steps.

As the ball bounced off the ground and rose again, he leaned his entire body sharply to the left. His left foot slammed into the grass, his right calf whistled through the air, and his thigh, along with his knee, unleashed its full power, striking the surface of the ball as it flew through the air!

Batistuta unleashes his heavy artillery skill!

No adjustments made, lightning-fast half-circle leg swing!

A deafening slam rang out from above the court!

The football, made of genuine leather, was kicked into a flattened disc shape. Without any drop or spin in mid-air, it broke through the crowd in the penalty area at an extremely high speed and smashed straight towards the goal!

Hradecky raised his hands less than ten centimeters.

With a loud "thud," the ball slammed against the top of the goalpost. The violent reaction force sent it bouncing back towards the stands.

The hearts of the 20,000 people in the Bayer Arena skipped a beat.

The door frame shook violently from being kicked, making a loud banging sound.