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

Sun Yang kept falling. The virtual defender's steals were decisive and ruthless.

He lay on the grass, panting heavily. Although there was no stamina bar in the system, the fatigue from being highly focused felt very real.

He closed his eyes, recalling the actions he had just taken.

Shoulders should be relaxed. Eyes should be focused on the direction of the breakthrough. The waist and abdomen must coordinate to prepare for the exertion of force.

This reminded him of the Peking Opera movements his father forced him to practice when he was a child. It required flexibility and emphasized "dispersed form but unified spirit," using the strength of the waist to control the direction of the entire torso.

Sun Yang suddenly stood up.

"Again!"

This time, he slowed down while dribbling against the defender.

As he drew near, his left shoulder suddenly slumped, his head tilted to the left, and his sharp eyes scanned the large opening on the defender's right. He even made a subtle movement with his left arm to block.

The defender immediately fell for the trap, stepping out with his right leg to block to the left.

Sun Yang's lowered body suddenly sprang to life like a spring, and he quickly flicked the ball to the right front with the inside of his right foot.

The body folds and changes direction in a very small space, passing directly past the defender.

Successful.

Zidane did not applaud, but simply nodded slightly.

"You do have some talent. In actual combat, you need to combine this move with your Marseille turn. Only by using feints and real attacks can you completely break down Tuchel's defensive line."

"Alright, feinting past your opponent is just the first step," Zidane changed the subject. "PSG's defense is very deep. Thiago Silva is a seasoned old fox. He won't let you easily dribble into the penalty area."

Zidane snapped his fingers.

The surrounding scenery began to distort and change.

It was no longer an empty training ground. Towering stands had been built all around, and blinding spotlights shone on the lawn.

"This is the stadium for the 2002 Champions League final. Hampton Park, Glasgow, Scotland," Zidane said, pointing to the goal ahead. "Faced with a tight defense in the penalty area, sometimes you need a completely unreasonable way to break through."

Sun Yang immediately knew what was about to happen.

Zidane's legendary "flying volley" that shocked the world of football was born on this very field.

On the left flank of the pitch, a Real Madrid player is sprinting. That's Roberto Carlos, once considered the best left-back in football history.

Carlos crossed the ball from near the byline.

The cross wasn't of high quality. The ball flew extremely high, tracing an exaggerated parabola before landing just outside the penalty area.

Zidane stood on the left side of the edge of the penalty area.

He did not choose to stop the ball with his chest before making a move.

His eyes remained fixed on the ball in mid-air. His left foot planted firmly on the grass. With a sudden burst of power from his waist and abdomen, his entire body folded and tilted to the left at its maximum extent in mid-air.

He swung his right foot high, met the ball which was falling to thigh height, and unhesitatingly completed a volley.

"Bang!"

A deep, penetrating thud echoed throughout the stadium.

The football, like a cannonball without any spin, smashed straight into the top left corner of the goal.

The opposing goalkeeper didn't even make a complete save.

After the goal was scored, the virtual image disappeared.

Zidane turned around and looked at Sun Yang.

"A first-time volley." Zidane pointed to the spot where the ball had just landed. "With a shot like that, the defender simply doesn't have time to close it down. The goalkeeper can't predict your shot trajectory either. It's the most direct weapon to tear apart a tight defense."

"Even if the PSG defenders know your dribbling habits very well, they can only watch you shoot while the ball is still in the air."

"This move requires extremely high flexibility and the ability to judge the ball's trajectory. You have a solid foundation in Peking Opera; now, apply it to soccer."

Zidane stepped back to the sidelines to make room. "Let's begin."

Sun Yang took a deep breath and stood at the edge of the penalty area line.

Near the left corner flag, the virtual Carlos begins to cross the ball.

The football flew high into the air.

Sun Yang judged the landing point and took two steps forward. He tried to step on the center of gravity with his left foot and swung his right leg up.

When the instep just touches the ball.

A strange hissing sound was heard.

The football spun directly towards the right corner flag stand. It didn't hit the target at all.

Zidane's roar rang out precisely on time.

"Are your legs sleepwalking? This is an absolute disaster! Why is your supporting leg so weak? Where did your core strength go?"

Sun Yang gritted his teeth and did not refute.

The biggest challenge in a volley without stopping the ball lies in adjusting the body's tilt and the trajectory of the power leg in the extremely short time it takes for the ball to drop. A slight deviation of even one centimeter will result in the ball going over the crossbar or mishitting.

Rebound the ball, then rebound it again.

Fifty consecutive attempts.

Sun Yang's best result was kicking the ball outside the corner flag area. Most of the time, he either missed the ball and fell to the ground, or kicked it into a harmless ground ball.

A real soreness came from my thigh muscles, and sweat dripped down my face onto the grass.

"Press your upper body down!" Zidane kept pointing out the mistakes from the sidelines. "You're standing too straight! If you don't fold your body to the left and lower it, the ball will definitely fly to the top of the stands!"

"Use the power of your calves to whip the lower part of the soccer ball, and don't swing your thighs too stiffly."

Sun Yang took deep breaths and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He recalled practicing the Peking Opera "Spinning Body" movement in the yard when he was a child. His father would stand beside him with bamboo clappers, chanting the incantation and instructing him to use his waist to drive his legs to rotate in mid-air.

That feeling of core power generation is highly similar to the principle of a volley shot.

The 800th cross.

The ball once again traced a parabola through the air.

Sun Yang kept his eyes glued to the ball. He slammed his left foot into the turf. Using his waist to generate power, he leaned his entire upper body sharply to the left.

His right leg shot out like a long whip.

The instep gripped the core of the football perfectly.

"Bang!"

The ball flew out and bounced off the crossbeam with a heavy thud.

"The point of contact was right, but the force was too strong, causing the body to lose balance," Zidane gave a precise assessment.

The 1,500th cross.

The 2,000th cross.

Sun Yang mechanically repeated the actions of jumping, folding, and shooting.

He fell to the ground time and time again, only to get back up. He needed to wield this weapon to silence Tuchel in the Champions League.

The 5,000th cross.

Carlos on the left wing took another shot.

The football plummeted rapidly under the stadium lights.

Sun Yang's mind was completely blank. He didn't look at the defenders in the penalty area, nor at the goalkeeper. All his attention was focused on the black and white ball.

Adjust your pace to the optimal level.

My left foot landed firmly, as stable as a mountain.

Leaning back and to the side, the flexible waist and abdomen are stretched to the extreme.

His right leg met the falling ball, and his lower leg suddenly shot out.

"Bang!"

A crisp, loud bang echoed across the empty stadium.

The football, like a blur, flew through the air without any spin or downward arc, and slammed into the top right corner of the goal.

The net was lifted extremely high by this violent force.

A perfect goal!

Sun Yang lost his balance due to inertia and fell hard on his backside onto the grass. Lying on the ground, he stared at the ball still spinning in the net, his chest heaving violently.

He finally mastered the true art of flying from the heavens.

Zidane walked slowly to his side, looking down at the young man covered in sweat.

The French master's usually serious face finally broke into a satisfied smile.

"Well done, Eastern kid." Zidane kicked the ball towards Sun Yang. "You now have a sharp blade that can cut through any defense."

Zidane turned around and gazed at the distant night sky.

"Now, go challenge Paris. Go show those self-important billionaires what a true master is."