Hu Runfa on the sidelines pointed to his nose in surprise and said: "Mr. Zhao Fan, I...I can't play basketball..."
"It's just a matter of heads. I can crush them all on my own. You don't need to take action."
Zhao Fan's truth fell into the ears of many basketball players, but was regarded as a mockery.
"What do you mean? Let people who can't play basketball come up with five?"
"You're the only one who can crush us?"
They stared at Zhao Fan angrily as if they had been greatly insulted.
Coach Yu was so upset that he was planning to hint to his team members to fake the match. Now...it couldn't end. At the same time, he was also very angry. He thought that just because you were the son-in-law of a super family, you could do whatever you wanted?
The team has worked hard and sweated so much on the field. How can you, a powerful kid, look down on you?
He weighed the pros and cons and shouted with a loudspeaker: "Boys, show your true skills and don't be underestimated. I will bear all the consequences!"
The players on the field were moved to tears. The next moment, the five main players were left, looking menacingly at the half-court line at the miscellaneous lineup in the opposite half. Today, it is about dignity.
Hu Yunfa had no choice but to take his place on the stage.
Zhao Fan ordered: "Just stay under the backboard and don't move anywhere."
"Yes, I will do what you say." Hu Yunfa nodded happily. He was over fifty this year and was afraid of injuring his arms or legs or becoming disabled.
Coach Yu acted as a referee on the sidelines with a whistle in his mouth.
Wang Zhidong, the captain of the city's first team, threw the basketball to Zhao Fan. He said disdainfully: "Let you serve first, lest you can't even touch the ball from beginning to end. I look down on a powerful kid like you the most.
There is no guarantee that they will secretly stumbling upon us through their connections in the future.”
"Thank you very much."
Zhao Fan caught the basketball, turned around and came outside the baseline.
Coach Yu puffed up his cheeks and blew loudly, "Du..."
A crisp sound rang out, instantly spreading throughout the basketball hall, and the competition officially began!
Zhao Fan threw the ball to Zhao Dangkun, and ran forward a few steps with his hands hooked up. Then the ball was thrown back, and the five main players of the city's first team were ready to rush forward to snatch it.
The next moment, they seemed to have seen a ghost, their eyes following the basketball as it drew an arc in mid-air, and this arc, with a swishing sound, accurately penetrated the basket in their own half!
Hollow into the net!
Not even the blue frame is touched, what a pleasant sound...
The five main players subconsciously looked at the scoreboard on the sidelines, 0:3!
It exploded in an instant.
"Is this an hallucination or a dream? He took one meter off the backboard over there, and then...he just threw the ball directly, and missed our net?"
"No effort at all, just an understatement!"
"Super long-range three-point shot!"
"It's covered, it's definitely covered."
…
Coach Yu's eyes twitched fiercely on the sidelines. The young man named Zhao Fan had a faint smile on his lips when he was throwing the ball. He seemed to know the result the moment the ball left his hand. It was impossible for a blind cat to kill a mouse.
He felt horrified when he thought about it. If he were an NBA player, he wouldn't dare to have such confidence that he would hit the ball from a long distance, right? Otherwise, he would just serve and shoot, and he would still be fighting against a bird!
"Concession." Zhao Fan said to the main players who didn't even touch the ball.
"That kid is evil, we must not let him touch the ball." Wang Zhidong warned the players. According to the rules, it was the loser's turn to serve. After receiving the ball, he saw Zhao Fan standing still and felt strong and confident.
Dribbling towards the seemingly weak Zhao Dangkun, he wanted to show off by stepping over others to increase his own morale.
He moved towards the opponent's crotch and then made a fake movement, passing by the side.
This is Wang Zhidong's special skill. He can predict the position of the ball every time and reach out to catch it without looking. However, this time there is no touch in his hand, and he becomes confused, "Where is the ball?"
"
Immediately afterwards, he heard a banging sound from behind, and turned around to see Zhao Dangkun dribbling across the half court with flying strides!
"Fuck..." Wang Zhidong turned around and chased after him. The other team members also stepped forward to double-team him. He kindly reminded him: "Don't move too aggressively, so as not to hurt his old bones."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw this scene.
The three main players who double-teamed Zhao Dangkun, with their tall bodies of over 1.9 meters, tried to surround and steal the ball, but they fell to the ground like tridents. However, Zhao Dangkun, who could not help but frail, shot the ball easily and happily.
.
"Dazzled?"
Wang Zhidong rubbed his eyes and saw an even more subversive scene, that old man...that old man!
He rose from the ground at the free throw line, like a bird, rushing diagonally upwards, his hands covered with age spots directly dunked the basketball into the basket!
"Is this a slam dunk from the free throw line?"
"Nah, Jordan is possessed!"
Wang Zhidong, the three main players on the ground and another main player who was confused throughout the whole process had goosebumps all over their bodies. They stared in horror at the elderly figure who was shaking the basket with his forehand.
Coach Yu opened his mouth wide and forgot to blow the whistle.
"Serve, serve, we are in a hurry." Zhao Dangkun landed firmly and urged Wang Zhidong while walking back to the half court.
"Okay...ok."
Wang Zhidong swallowed. He had already lost two points. He exchanged glances with his teammates and decided to use fast passing and fast shooting tactics.
After the game restarted, the ball was passed around like a hydrangea and quickly passed the half-time. Wang Zhidong caught the ball and rushed to the three-point line. He jumped high and was about to shoot a three-pointer. There was only another player nearby.
An old man.
So he felt that the ball was stable. Just when the ball was about to leave his hand, a dark figure appeared in his eyes. At some point, another old man jumped higher and faster than him. He picked up the basketball with his hands like picking flowers.
Then land.
"Take off your hat?"
"He obviously jumped later, but he jumped so high first..."
The main players of the city's first team and the substitutes off the field were petrified in place.
This is the Qibi of Transformation Realm Martial Master Liu!
He threw the ball up, raised his index finger, and then the ball landed on his fingertips and kept spinning.
Wang Zhidong's scalp was numb, and the strange scene from before was still echoing in his mind. He simply didn't have the courage to go up and grab it.
"Don't grab it? Then I'll vote."
Liu Qibi cheerfully moved his finger forward, and the basketball rotated in an arc, crossing half of the court and rushing towards the opponent's basket.
Embarrassingly, it hit the backboard and bounced to the ground.
His old face turned red and he said with a smile: "Mistake, alas... my eyes are dim."
Immediately, another figure appeared, holding the basketball that bounced on the ground and dunking it into the basket, it was Xia Gangchun!
"Monsters...all monsters..." Coach Yu slumped to the ground and murmured.
The game continues.
Wang Zhidong simply imitated Zhao Fan. He couldn't compete anyway, so he might as well try his luck. After receiving the serve from his teammate, he threw it directly to the opponent's basket.
Suddenly, Zhao Fan tapped his feet lightly on the ground, jumped higher than the backboard, grabbed the basketball, landed and dribbled towards this side.
"Stop him together!"
Wang Zhidong greeted his teammates.
Zhao Fan shuttled between the five main players of the city's first team like a phantom. The opponent didn't even touch his clothes. He appeared under the backboard, jumped up, and violently dunked with both hands!
"boom!"
"Crack...chila..."
As the ball entered the net, the tempered glass backboard shattered into countless pieces and scattered to the ground.
Zhao Fan raised his hand to block it while holding the detached ring in a daze and falling, and the scene fell into a dead silence.
After a moment, he broke the silence, scratched his head in embarrassment, smiled at everyone, and said, "Sorry, I didn't expect it to be so weak. I used too much force..."
"Admit defeat...we admit defeat!" Wang Zhidong collapsed in shock. He lowered his head in tears and said, "Even if you work hard for a lifetime, it's just a joke in front of geniuses."
"Eh? Don't be discouraged. We have just warmed up here, and we still have six goals to go!"
Liu Qibi said: "Especially for an old man. He didn't even score a goal. It's so shameless."
Under the backboard, Hurunfa looked at his four temporary teammates in shock. What the hell is this an old and weak lineup? It is completely sweeping the NBA!
At this time, Coach Yu, the main players and the substitutes finally understood that Zhao Fan was not mocking himself when he said before the game that he alone could crush him, but he was really...