Black Basketball: A false start

Chapter 255 Venting and Evolution

"I shouldn't have eaten so many rice bran rolls. Yanzi almost made me vomit just now." Murasakibara Atsushi muttered as he tied his hair up and stood at the sideline of the paint area, his eyes fixed on the basket.

"Purple-haired kid, if I were you, I'd be waiting to serve the ball from the baseline right now." Sakuragi Hanamichi said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Golden Gilgamesh won't miss the shot."

"Don't be so frivolous with me. I am much more familiar with Yanzi than you are." Murasakibara Atsushi said coldly, "Don't forget, I was the first teammate of Yanzi!"

"Murasara Atsushi's demeanor...has become much more serious..." Takao Kazunari looked at the calm Murasakihara Atsushi in the field, and said to Midorima Shintaro beside him with a smile, "It seems that your encouragement is quite effective, Shin...it turns out that you old friends understand each other better."

"Stop talking nonsense. I didn't encourage him." Midorima Shintaro said with an unnatural expression, "I just couldn't bear to see him being so helpless and unable to bear the blow... He looks like a complete loser."

Amid the discussions of the audience on the sidelines, Kaneki Ken took the basketball from the referee with a gloomy face, then turned his hands and let the basketball spin and hit the ground. Then he wiped the sweat off his jersey with both hands, dribbled the ball a few times, took simple aim for a moment, and then threw the ball steadily.

"Shh!"

With the sound of a blue ball hitting the net, the difference between the two sides reached 17 points.

"It's 17 points..." Aomine Daiki looked at the timer on the sidelines and sighed, "There are still 30 seconds. If Yangquan High School can score this goal, Murasakibara still has a glimmer of hope in the second half."

……

"If they can score this goal, Gordo and the Jabberwocky team will still have a glimmer of hope in the second half."

At this time, outside the Rucker Park Arena in Los Angeles, Kevin Garnett and Jermaine O'Neal each held a bottle of Coke and watched the game with amusement.

"What the hell are you talking about man?" Kevin Garnett took a sip of Coke and looked at Jermaine O'Neal in disbelief. "Do you still think that racist Goldo has a chance of winning? Screw him! He is fucked up!"

"Well, you're right." Jermaine O'Neal looked at Kevin Garnett's exaggerated expression and couldn't help but laugh at himself. "This guy deserves it. Racism is on Kobe. He is so fucked up."

"You are fucked." At this moment on the court, Kobe Bryant opened his arms and stared at Nash Gordo who had a desperate look on his face.

"No, why?" Nash Goldo felt the pressure coming from Kobe Bryant and asked in a desperate and puzzled tone, "You are black, right? What does it have to do with you if I call you a yellow monkey?"

"Don't think too much. I just suggested to the coach that we have a good sparring match with you guys, the Jabberwocky." Kobe Bryant said expressionlessly, "It has nothing to do with racial stance. Besides, how long are you going to keep dribbling from beyond the three-point line? Until you die of old age? Shit, the toilet paper I used to have diarrhea this morning was harder than you."

"Damn nigger, you actually dare to look down on me like that..." Nash Goldo listened to the subtle sarcasm in Kobe Bryant's tone, his eyes gradually became ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "If that's the case, I'm happy to use a five-star high school student as my stepping stone!"

As the words fell, infinite power suddenly burst out from Nash Goldo's blue pupils. An invisible pressure made the atmosphere above the entire stadium become extremely solemn. All the players present seemed to have suddenly arrived at the devil's castle. Their chests were stuffy, but they didn't even dare to breathe.

"Go to hell, nigger!" Nash Gordo looked at the ugly expressions of the other players on the court, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After he blew the ball with his right hand, he took a big step forward with his left leg, and his figure disappeared from the spot as if he had teleported.

"You damn racist, is this all you can do?"

Just when Nash Gold was excitedly thinking that he was about to break through successfully, Kobe Bryant's calm voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"I admit that you have some skills, but that's all." Kobe Bryant didn't even move his feet, but just slightly extended his right hand and stole the basketball from Nash Gordo's hands.

"What? How is it possible?" Nash Goldo was shocked when he felt the emptiness in his palm. He turned to look at Kobe Bryant with a shocked face, "Obviously... I can see everyone's future! He shouldn't be able to react!"

"You fucking idiot..." Kobe Bryant smiled disdainfully, "A friend I used to hate once told me that the future is wonderful because it is not clear. What you can see clearly is not the future... or it is the future that others want you to see!"

"crunch!!!"

As Kobe Bryant finished speaking, Nash Gordon only heard the sound of the soles of his shoes rubbing violently against the ground. Then, all the dust on the ground floated up against gravity and was blown into Nash Gordon's mouth by the hurricane of Kobe Bryant's start and acceleration.

"Bah! Damn it!" Nash Gordo kept spitting out his mouth, squinting his eyes to look at the direction where Kobe Bryant was sprinting, and then chased after him.

"How is this possible?" Jason Thibaud couldn't help swallowing as he watched the distance between the two men gradually widen. "Just now, Nash was defeated by that bald guy in the positional battle and it could be said that it was due to his lack of skills...but now, Nash is free and his hands can't outrun this bald guy with the ball?"

"Hey man, did he say that on purpose because he saw me?" In a hidden corner near the court, Michael Jordan pointed at Jason Thibaud on the court with an unhappy look on his face, and asked David Falk, "The bald guy, who is he talking about?"

"Come on, Michael..." David Falk glanced at Michael Jordan speechlessly and said, "If that big idiot had such a good field of vision, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly by Kobe..."

"That's not necessarily true." Michael Jordan curled his lips in disdain and said, "Except for that kid Kaneki Ken, this little bald guy is the only one who has learned all my skills. Apart from Kaneki Ken and me, even in the NBA, no one dares to say that they can 100% beat this kid on both offense and defense in a one-on-one situation!"

"You are the best, Michael." David Falk shook his head helplessly and echoed, "You are the God of Basketball! By the way, you just called Kobe the Little Bald Head."

"Yes, I am the God of Basketball." Michael Jordan deliberately ignored David Falk's complaints, nodded complacently and looked at the court and said, "It must be said that Kaneki Ken is a good nicknamer. The God of Basketball is much more domineering than Air Jordan."

While Michael Jordan was bragging on the sidelines, Kobe Bryant had already rushed to the free throw line for the Jabberwolves with the ball.

"Stop him...stop him even if it's a foul!" Nash Goldo was so angry and embarrassed that his white skin had turned completely red, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was no trace of rationality in his body.

"Watch out for his fouls, Kobe!" Lower Merion High School coach Charlie Harbaugh looked at Nash Goldo with a ferocious look on his face, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stood up and reminded him loudly.

"Haha, it's too late!" Nash Gordon gritted his teeth and jumped up, rushing out like a hunting cheetah. In the air, at an angle almost parallel to the ground, he pounced on Kobe Bryant's back.

"Idiot, you only know how to use these sinister tricks." Kobe Bryant felt the breath coming from behind him, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he stepped on his legs in the paint area and jumped up with a little force, stretching in the air like a soaring eagle, gliding towards the basket before Nash Gordo's foul.

"Bang!" Nash Gordo, who had missed his shot, fell heavily to the ground. He pounded the ground unwillingly, then looked up at Kobe Bryant. He saw a black shadow completely covering the penalty area. With the sound of a basket exploding, the basketball was smashed into the basket by Kobe Bryant.

"Beep!"

Just as Kobe Bryant completed the slam dunk, the referee blew the whistle, announcing the end of the halftime game, and the score difference between the two sides widened to 20 points.

"Well done, Kobe." Charlie Harper patted Kobe Bryant on the shoulder with satisfaction and said, "You should have seen the look on that bastard's face just now. He was the epitome of a bitch ass."

"That bastard is a bitch ass, didn't everyone know that?" Kobe Bryant wiped his sweat with a towel from his teammates, smiled and said to Charlie Harbaugh, "What I want to do now is to severely humiliate this bitch ass."

"Wow, wow, our little flying man is getting serious." Charlie Harper said with a smile, "But you still have to be careful. I agree that you can vent your anger for your friends, but don't get yourself hurt."

"Don't worry, coach, this guy can't hurt me." Kobe Bryant smiled and shook his head, "And I'm not doing this to vent my anger on Kaneki. It's mainly because Kaneki once abused this guy. If I fight this guy back and forth, wouldn't it be embarrassing?" "You got the point." Charlie Harper snapped his fingers and said, "I'm looking forward to the scene of you two fighting after he joins Oak Hill High School."

"You'll see, coach," Kobe said as he gulped down some water. "No one in Asia can stop him."

"That's not necessarily true." Charlie Harper raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard that Japan has a group of talented basketball boys who are in the same period as Kaneki Ken. The nickname given to them by the Japanese seems to be... Miracle Generation?"

"It's the same for everyone." Kobe Bryant shook his head and said, "No one could beat him until he met me."

……

"Give up, Murasakibara. No one can defeat me, not even you."

At this time, Kaneki Ken didn't know that Kobe Bryant was beating Nash Gold. He was concentrating on looking at Murasakihara Atsushi who had a serious expression on his face, with his arms open and taking a defensive stance.

"Ken's defensive pressure is still as strong as ever..." Murasakihara Atsushi muttered to himself as he felt Kaneki Ken's extremely aggressive aura, "But don't panic, think carefully about how the techniques taught by the seniors are used..."

"It's all up to you, Murasaki." Masako Araki clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and dared not look at the scene on the field.

As if he felt Araki Masako's plea, Murasakihara Atsushi used his shoulder to lean against Kaneki Ken, grabbed the ball with one hand and tried his best to avoid Kaneki Ken's ubiquitous steals. After gaining his footing, Murasakihara Atsushi began his own tentative attack.

He lowered his center of gravity slightly, exerted force with his legs, and gave Kaneki Ken a heavy physical confrontation.

"boom!"

As a dull sound of flesh colliding sounded, Kaneki Ken felt his chest tighten, and then he looked at Murasakibara Atsushi in front of him with a surprised face and muttered to himself: "How is it possible? When did this guy become so powerful?"

"Warning, warning, warning! It has been detected that the player the host is currently facing has evolved. Now issuing a mission: Duel of Hercules!"

Just when Kaneki Ken was confused, the long-lost system sound rang in his mind. Kaneki Ken did not check the task interface immediately, but clicked on the player introduction option. He saw that Murasakihara Atsushi's original strongman in the physical column had completely evolved into Hercules, and the data in the physical column also became 130/150.

"No, isn't it so abnormal? Evolving on the spot?" Even though Kaneki Ken has been on the court for six years, he couldn't help but be shocked by the speed of Murasakihara Atsushi's evolution.

"Ding Ding~ It has been detected that the player the host is currently facing has evolved. Now the task is released: Duel of Hercules!
“Mission objective: Dunk the opposing player three or more times;
Mission entry: Showdown of power;

Mission Rewards: Lucky Draw Chance x1, Skill Upgrade Card Fragment x1000,

Penalty for mission failure: Random skill downgraded by one level.

May I ask if the host accepts it?"

"It's interesting. I'm a little interested now." Kaneki Ken looked at the introduction on the system interface, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and chose to accept the task.

As the system task was accepted, Kaneki Ken's thoughts were freed from the system, and Murasakihara Atsushi appeared in front of him again. At this moment, Murasakihara Atsushi was preparing to confront Kaneki Ken for the second time.

"Oh no, I was a little distracted just now!" Kaneki Ken thought to himself that something was not good as he looked at Murasakibara Atsushi's determined look. Knowing that he could not dodge in time, he could only stand firmly and use his chest to meet Murasakibara Atsushi's attack.

"boom!"

This time the sound of the collision of flesh was louder. Kaneki Ken couldn't help but take a step back. For the first time in his life, he felt the feeling of being suppressed by someone in terms of strength.

"What?" Aomine Daiki's bored expression suddenly became serious. He sat up straight and looked at Murasakibara Atsushi and muttered to himself, "That Murasakibara guy... seems to have evolved?"

"Evolution?" Wakamatsu Kosuke looked at Aomine Daiki with a puzzled look and asked, "Aren't you all from the Generation of Miracles evolving all the time?"

"Idiot, we can only be considered to be progressing at a relatively fast speed, and we are still a long way from true evolution." Aomine Daiki shook his head solemnly and said, "You should all know that both Coach Shirogane and Coach Harazawa hope that I will exert my full strength as little as possible. The most important reason is that our bodies cannot withstand our talents before their physical development is complete..."

"You don't need to say more about what we all know. Don't be so Versailles here." Wakamatsu Kosuke said unhappily, "Just pick out the key points!"

"...Okay." Aomine Daiki rarely responded to Wakamatsu Kosuke, "Another most important reason is... Our current physique, before it is finalized, can only be considered a rough diamond at best. Whether we can have a higher level of development in basketball depends on whether we can take that step of evolution in a healthy way."

"What will happen if you get out? What will happen if you can't get out?" Jin Jixiang asked carefully.

"If we can take this step, we may be able to compete with the strongest players on the highest stage of world basketball..." Aomine Daiki said with a frown, "But if we can't take this step, we may only be able to dominate Japan... or at most Asia for the rest of our lives."

"Then how should we evolve?" Wakamatsu Kosuke said after thinking for a while.

"If only I knew." Aomine Daiki held the back of his head with some regret, and said with a long sigh, "Now it seems to me that among the Generation of Miracles, only Murasakibara and Kaneki have truly taken the step of evolution..."

"boom!"

Just as everyone at Toou High School was still whispering, a louder sound of confrontation was heard. Kaneki Ken finally failed to withstand Murasakibara Atsushi's wave after wave of power attacks, and stumbled and fell to the ground.

"What?" Miyagi Ryouta on the sidelines looked at Kaneki Ken's fallen figure in surprise, and stood up as if he had seen a ghost, "Kaneki... was knocked down?"

"I want to win this game! Ken!" After Murasakihara Atsushi knocked down Kaneki Ken, he was stunned for a moment, then took a step forward with a look of surprise, grabbed the basketball with his right hand and raised it high, then jumped up with his legs in the penalty area.

"Go on! Murasakibara!" The entire bench of Yangquan High School cheered and raised their arms to cheer for Murasakibara Atsushi.

"Stop dreaming, purple-haired boy!" Sakuragi Hanamichi suddenly appeared under the basket at some point, and jumped up following Murasakibara Atsushi's footsteps, with his huge palm pressing tightly on the basketball.

"Useless Sakuragi, you can't stop this ball." Akashi Seijuro said in the stands with a complicated tone.

"boom!"

As the sound of the basket wailing resounded throughout the court, Murasakibara Atsushi hung on Sakuragi Hanamichi and slammed the ball into the basket.

(End of this chapter)