"Wow, my goodness, what a spectacular game, I never expected to see a slam dunk in a place like this!"
"Is that a windmill dunk! I've only seen that in top NBA games before, I never thought I'd have the chance to see it here!"
"Yang Feilong, is he trying to show us what 'a dragon soaring through the sky' looks like?"
"I must say, that description is quite fitting. Wu Hua, you probably have no chance now! Although the final outcome isn't decided yet, judging by the last four shots, Yang Feilong's skill, both offensively and defensively, is far superior to Wu Hua's!"
"If Yang Feilong is so capable, why did he seem so clumsy in the first two shots?"
"In my opinion, there's only one truth!"
"What truth?"
"The truth is, he might have practiced a bit for the shooting and archery earlier, and those were non-contact events. But basketball, perhaps he hasn't played it for a long time, or hasn't played any contact games. That's why he wasn't in his element for the first two shots. But after those two shots, he got into the groove, and this is the result. It's mainly due to the obvious gap in raw talent!"
"Hmm? Now that you mention it, that really makes sense! Wu Hua went all out from the start, after all, he had lost two games consecutively. But Yang Feilong hadn't played contact sports for a long time and didn't go all out like Wu Hua initially. That's why he was caught off guard. However, Yang Feilong's expression remained calm from beginning to end, which shows he had confidence. Otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to the fifty-million bet. So, he didn't care about being suppressed for two shots, and after adapting for two shots, it was his showtime!"
"I have to say, your analysis is quite insightful. Perhaps that's the reality!"
The crowd was abuzz with discussions, all believing they had figured out the truth.
Even Mi Ya, Xiao Jingwen, and Han Yun, though they had their own thoughts, were all happy to see Yang Feilong's performance. They also agreed with the conclusions drawn by the crowd.
If only Yang Feilong knew that he was just giving the 'money-bringing boy' some competitive experience, and took it easy for the first two shots without being fully focused, who knows what he would have thought!
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Hooch~ Hooch~~~
Wu Hua panted heavily. He was a ancient martial arts practitioner, and not just any ordinary one; his cultivation had reached the Zhenwu Realm. Otherwise, he wouldn't have excelled in everything.
Ancient martial arts practitioners possess far greater stamina and senses than ordinary people!
Some special forces soldiers can't compare to them.
With diligent practice, achieving a hundred percent accuracy in archery and shooting is not difficult.
The same applies to basketball!
In the past, whether it was archery, shooting, or even basketball, he was always invincible. But today, he had stumbled, taking a big fall. If he still couldn't understand that Yang Feilong was a cultivator like himself, he would be a fool!
"Damn it, this guy was hiding his strength so well!" Wu Hua's eyes flashed with cold light, his heart filled with anger and frustration.
He had never been so embarrassed before!
Especially hearing the cheers for Yang Feilong, it felt incredibly grating!
Standing outside the three-point line, he held the ball in one hand, his gaze fixed on Yang Feilong, like a deadly falcon staring at its prey.
If he missed this shot, in the regular ten shots, he could at best tie!
Therefore, this shot had to go in!
"Beep!" Just then, Mi Kang blew the whistle for the start of the seventh shot.
Wu Hua dribbled the ball, leaning his back against Yang Feilong.
But he allowed Yang Feilong to try and steal the ball. The moment Yang Feilong prepared to steal, he grabbed the ball and made a brilliant sidestep. Yang Feilong's expression remained unchanged, and he immediately pursued.
Wu Hua worried that if he attempted a jump shot, Yang Feilong would block it, as he hadn't fully shaken off Yang Feilong. Therefore, he chose to go straight for the basket, aiming for a dunk, just like Yang Feilong in the previous round.
His plan was good!
And to ensure this shot went in, he jumped very high, swinging his arm with all his might, intending to perform a powerful dunk like Yang Feilong, with his wings spread wide.
However, he never anticipated that Yang Feilong's jump would be even higher than his. With that, he slapped the ball down.
It was a powerful slap that directly hit the ball.
Bang!
With a loud noise, the ball flew out of bounds.
Accompanied by the thrilling block, a roar echoed through the stadium.
Beep!
The whistle blew.
"Seventh round ends!" At the same time, Mi Kang's voice rang out.
Wu Hua landed, his face filled with bewilderment. Yang Feilong's block had completely stunned him!
He had jumped so high, and it was such a determined offensive attempt, yet it had failed?
This meant he had lost his chance to win in the main match. He had to defend in the next two possessions and make his only remaining offensive shot to have a chance for a tiebreaker!
If he failed even one of these three tasks, it would be over.
Could he still do it? Wu Hua had no confidence at all, as Yang Feilong's pressure was simply too immense.
"Damn it, how can Yang Feilong do everything? And be so good at it?" Wu Hua's heart was filled with malice. "I really want to find a chance to kill him!"
Surrender? That was impossible!
Although his chances were slim now, it involved fifty million, and the opponent was his love rival. How could he just let it go?
Whoosh~~~
Wu Hua's feet were on the three-point line, while Yang Feilong held the ball in one hand, looking at him calmly.
Beep!
Mi Kang blew the whistle for the eighth shot.
Could Wu Hua defend this shot? This was what many onlookers were anticipating. If he couldn't defend it, this match would be over. If he could defend it, there would still be a chance. For Wu Hua, the remaining three shots were all finals!
Whoosh!
Yang Feilong jumped directly with the ball in hand.
"Not good!" Wu Hua's expression changed. He leaped forward, spreading his hands, waving them in the air, trying to block Yang Feilong's sudden shot!
But—
Yang Feilong jumped too high, and his release point was even higher. The ball flew towards the basket in a beautiful arc.
"Don't go in! Don't go in!" Wu Hua prayed.
But this offensive play did not change according to his will.
Swish! The ball went through the net cleanly!
The sound was crisp, but to Wu Hua, it was as if a knife had been plunged into his heart.
Bloody!
Beep! The whistle blew.
"Eighth shot ends, the score is 6:2. With two shots remaining, one offense and one defense, Wu Hua has lost the chance to tie. Therefore, I, as the referee, declare Yang Feilong the winner!" Mi Kang announced.
He lost!
Wu Hua's heart was filled with despair.
Before the three duels began, he thought two games would be enough to defeat his opponent, and the third game would just be a formality. But who would have thought that in the three duels, he would be defeated almost without any resistance!
He found this outcome difficult to accept.
"Feilong brother, you're amazing! You've shown us a spectacular basketball match!" Xiao Jingwen ran to Yang Feilong's side, her face beaming. "By the way, if you're so strong, why did your performance in the first two shots seem so mediocre?"
Xiao Jingwen's question also made everyone present curious. Although they thought they had guessed the reason, they still wanted to hear if their guesses were correct.
Wu Hua's expression was grim, but he still pricked up his ears, as he also wanted to know.
"Can I not say?" Yang Feilong shrugged, looking at Xiao Jingwen, his little fangirl. He was in a good mood now. After all, just by playing the role of a boyfriend, he could earn seventy million. How could he not be happy?
"Feilong brother, please tell us! Everyone is so curious!" Xiao Jingwen, linking her arm through Yang Feilong's, pouted coquettishly.
"Alright!" Yang Feilong said helplessly. "Since you want to know, I'll tell you. It's because he gave me too much! I had to give him some sense of participation and experience, right!"
"Gave too much? So you gave him some sense of participation and experience? This..." Xiao Jingwen was stunned at first, then her eyes widened in disbelief. She never expected him to be like this!
Everyone present was also dumbfounded. Then, they all looked at Wu Hua with sympathy. Wasn't this what they called 'killing with a single blow to the heart'?
Pfft!
Hearing Yang Feilong's explanation, Wu Hua almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His face contorted, and he roared furiously, "Yang Feilong, you're going too far! I'll fight you!"
Boom!
The next moment, Wu Hua charged at Yang Feilong in his rage!