Chapter 367: The Viking Beast gives up …

Cristiano Ronaldo’s words fell silent at Erling Haaland, unable to find a reason to refute him.

Cristiano Ronaldo continued to finish off the attack.

“Do you still remember your days at Dortmund? Do you remember the freedom and joy of when you scored those unreasonable blasts in front of the south stand, and you could do whatever you wanted?”

“Now I’ve come to Dortmund.”

“And Sancho, Reus, Hummels—they’re all back.”

“Erling, I’m not inviting you to join a team, I’m inviting you to join a war.”

“Come back, back to Dortmund.”

“The two of us form the forward line. You play your center, and I can be by your side or behind you.”

“We don’t need complicated tactics; our strategy is to score goals.”

“The two of us need to score 100 goals together in one season.”

“Imagine that scene, Erling. The two of us will join forces to destroy the entire Bundesliga and kick Bayern Munich off the throne they’ve sat on for ten years.”

“Then we’ll go to Europe and tell everyone who the real king is.”

“Isn’t this more interesting and thrilling than repeatedly padding up goal stats at Manchester City?”

“You are a warrior, you are a Viking.”

“Ellin, you shouldn’t be trapped in a perfect system. You should return to the real battlefield, to that yellow-black battlefield that can make your blood boil.”

“Where is there a league you haven’t conquered before?”

Every word Cristiano Ronaldo said struck Erling Haaland’s heart hard.

His breathing began to grow rapid.

He formed the most terrifying frontcourt partnership in history with his childhood idol.

Join forces to destroy Bayern’s dominance, return to Westphalia, and enjoy the mad worship of 80,000 people.

This, this is damn it.

Sounds so cool.

Erling Haaland felt her blood burning all over, a long-lost urge to challenge everything instantly ignited.

“Chris.”

Erling Haaland’s voice was somewhat agitated.

“Is everything you said true?”

“I never joke.”

Cristiano Ronaldo’s tone was unwavering.

“I’m waiting here for you, Erlin. Now it’s your turn to make a choice.”

After hanging up, Erling Haaland stood there for a full ten minutes.

Then, he made a decision that drove the entire world crazy.

He did not notify his agent but rushed straight into the Manchester City club president’s office.

“Mr. Chairman, I’m leaving.”

Erling Haaland’s tone left no room for negotiation.

“What? Erlin, what nonsense are you talking about?”

The Chairman was stunned by his sudden move.

“I want to go back to Dortmund.”

Erling Haaland repeated.

“Cristiano is waiting for me, I have to go back.”

“That’s impossible. We won’t sell you.”

“Then I’ll buy out my own contract myself.”

Erling Haaland’s eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

“Or you could try forcibly pinning a player who doesn’t want to play for you onto the bench.”

This conversation quickly escalated into the biggest transfer storm in world football.

Manchester City’s management was furious; they couldn’t understand Erling Haaland’s reckless move.

But Erling Haaland’s attitude was extremely resolute; he even threatened to boycott the tournament.

Finally, with the help of Cristiano Ronaldo’s consortium, a record transfer fee of up to 200 million euros was paid.

Erling Haaland herself is willing to give up part of the signing bonus.

Left with a headache, Manchester City had no choice but to let go.

The moment the news broke, the entire European football world fell silent.

Three days later.

A private plane bearing the Norwegian flag slowly landed at Dortmund Airport.

When that tall, burly figure appeared at the cabin door,

It was as if the whole world could hear the roar of Westphalia Stadium about to explode.

Erling· Erling Haaland is back.

When Erling Haaland appeared at the Bracker training base, the entire city of Dortmund was plunged into an unreal frenzy.

Cristiano Ronaldo, Erling Haaland, Sancho, Reus, Hummels.

These five have represented the top superstars of different eras and styles in European football over the past decade.

Now, they were truly gathered together, wearing the same yellow-black battle robe.

Even the most dreaming Dortmund fans never imagined this scene.

Head coach Terzić looked at the star-studded players on the training ground.

I feel my happiness and stress have reached their peak.

He walked over to Cristiano Ronaldo, holding the tactical board in his hand, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“For this afternoon’s scrim, how should we arrange the positions of Erling and you?”

Cristiano Ronaldo glanced at the eager Erling Haaland, smiled, and said to Terzicchi.

“Coach, don’t be nervous. There are no complicated tactics this afternoon.”

“Let’s try to feel each other in the simplest way.”

He turned around and clapped his hands to all the players, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Group confrontation.”

Cristiano Ronaldo’s voice echoed throughout the training ground.

“I’ll team up with Erlin. The rest of you can team up however you want to challenge us.”

His words left everyone stunned.

What does this mean?

Cristiano Ronaldo and Erling Haaland, the two of them, challenging everyone else?

That’s way too arrogant.

Erling Haaland grinned, showing his signature smile.

He walked up to Cristiano Ronaldo and punched him in the chest with his fist.

“That sounds interesting.”

Assistant Pepe crossed her arms from the side and said coldly.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you—if anyone dares to hold back or not put in effort during the confrontation, tonight’s extra training will make sure they’re full.”

The players shuddered when they heard this.

Challenge two FIFA World Player of the Year.

Win and make a fortune; lose is not a loss.

But if you dare slack off, Pepe will train you to death.

“Done.”

Emre Jan was the first to shout.

“Let them see what our Dortmund is capable of.”

A training match, arguably the most unusual in history, began just like that.

Led by Reus, Sancho, Hummels, Emre Can, and others, Dortmund’s All-Star team faced off against the northeastern duo of Cristiano Ronaldo and Erling Haaland.

As soon as the whistle blew to start the match, everyone was stunned.

As soon as the ball reached Cristiano Ronaldo’s feet, three defenders immediately closed in.

However, Cristiano Ronaldo had no intention of entangling with them.

He simply used his body to hold Emre Jan behind him, then lightly tapped the ball behind him with his heel.

Almost at the very moment he passed, Erling Haaland’s massive figure appeared.

Like a tiger breaking out of the gate, he forced his way past Hummels.

Boom.

Erling Haaland chased the ball without making any adjustments.

He swung his left foot and unleashed a violent, unreasonable shot.

The ball was like a white cannonball, carrying a howling wind.

In an instant, it flew over goalkeeper Kobel’s head and slammed hard into the crossbar above the goal.

With a loud crash, it soared into the sky.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by the power of that shot.

“Oh my god.”

“Cristiano Ronaldo came before, now back Erling Haaland.”

“My little heart.”

Kobel looked at the still-shaking beam.

I feel like I’d better just lie flat.