Basketball trainer, I created a super giant

Chapter 465 Are We Going to Get Beaten Up?

Pat Riley, along with Heat head coach Stan Van Gundy, accompanied Durant on a tour of the American Airlines Arena.

The last stop was the Heat's history museum.

As a young team, the Heat's team history museum is rather lackluster.

Riley lamented, "It's a pity we couldn't put an O'Brien Championship Trophy here."

He stroked the glass of the display case, a look of regret on his face.

Durant leaned forward slightly, looking at the spot where Riley planned to place the championship trophy. After thinking for a moment, he said, "It will be there soon when I get here."

His tone was calm and composed, yet full of confidence.

Riley was secretly thrilled. With such boundless confidence, why bother arranging an interview?

After the visit, we went straight to the training hall.

Without saying a word, Durant changed his shoes and began warming up as if no one else was around.

Meticulous and focused.

Having trained with Tang Sen for so long, these things have become ingrained in my bones.

When Butler and Jones arrived, Durant had not yet finished warming up.

The two stood together, and Jones watched them silently for a while before suddenly muttering, "Will I get beaten to a pulp in a bit?"

Butler thought for a moment and nodded, "Probably."

Jones, 35, is in good form, but Butler doesn't really think he can stop Durant.

"It's okay, I'll probably get blown up too," Butler added.

He didn't go to Townsend's million-dollar training camp the year before last; he went to Milicic and Harris instead.

But I went last year.

Only then did he truly experience firsthand just how high Tang Sen's training level was.

He trained with them for a summer, three months, and made such great progress. Durant trained with them for a whole year, so you can imagine how much stronger he is.

Upon hearing this, Jones couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

Although everyone knows that the Heat will belong to Durant from now on.

But it's still a bit embarrassing that two active players were so thoroughly defeated by an 18-year-old.

“Caron, what can he do?” Jones asked.

The media has been trying to report on Durant, but has never received accurate information.

Butler trained with Durant last summer, so he should know what Durant is good at.

Butler shook his head immediately: "I don't know. When I was in training camp, he was working on his physique, not his skills, but..."

His tone deepened as he stared at the strong-limbed Durant in the distance and said in a deep voice, "He has definitely gotten stronger."

During last year's training camp, Durant was as skinny as a bamboo pole.

Now, although he still looks thin because of his long arms and legs, his muscles are visibly strong and well-defined, and every move he makes is full of power.

Tang Sen put so much effort into training Durant's physique, which shows how formidable he must be.

Jones sighed, gave up, and stopped asking.

“I actually hope he can become the next MJ,” Jones said.

I'm already 35, and I haven't even stepped onto the finals floor yet.

It took Durant almost half an hour to finish warming up.

Everyone waited for him and cooperated with him.

"Let's begin." Durant's tone suggested he was the one in charge.

Height, weight, and various other measurements.

Then it bounces.

When Riley saw Durant's running jump reach 1.01 meters, his eye twitched violently, and he couldn't contain his elation.

A 2.08-meter height with shoes on, and the ability to jump 1 meter—that's a monster!

Three-quarters sprint, agility, bench press.

The standard rookie physical fitness test, and Durant's stats made Riley ecstatic.

The data we obtained was filled with two words: genius!
“Pat, this kid is insane,” Van Gundy couldn’t help but say.

Riley remained silent, only nodding.

Tang Sen personally selected this genius; how could his talent be lacking?

Technical testing.

It was completed by the team's trainer and assistant coaches.

Durant accepted every offer, doing whatever was asked of him. And the result shocked everyone.

“See that? Look at his footsteps.” Riley kept tugging at Van Gundy’s arm.

Durant can showcase his low-post footwork around the basket like Hakeem Olajuwon.

They can even hook hands?

If Riley hadn't witnessed Durant's unparalleled shooting from the paint to the three-point line, he would have doubted whether Townsend had actually developed Durant into an inside player.

Jones and Butler were also staring wide-eyed.

Especially when you see Durant's exaggerated changes of direction, and on top of that, his desperate changes in rhythm.

“Fuck, he’s a monster! Can you believe he’s only 18?” Jones cursed, his expression as if he’d seen a ghost.

Butler's expression was similar; he felt that Durant seemed to know everything when it came to technical skills.

That's fine, but the key is that, as a professional player, he can tell at a glance how skilled someone is.

For example, the range of motion of the body's frontal change of direction.

This guy is so tall, yet he can do crossovers like Allen Iverson.

With that kind of range, who could defend against it?

If this is just a manifestation of talent, then what about rhythm?

He seamlessly switches between driving to the basket, backing down, and facing up, employing various sudden stops, changes of direction, and feints—he's practically a master of rhythm.

Butler knew that this was exactly what Tang Sen excelled at.

It is a true dragon-slaying technique.

Tang Sen can teach you, but you might not be able to learn it.

Those who learned it, like McGrady and Kobe, have already become superstars.

"Don't even think about it, we'll all be blown up." Butler sighed.

Soon, it was their turn.

Jones goes first to test how sharp Durant's offense is.

But when Jones actually stood on the court and faced Durant, he had a different feeling.

That's fucking high.

A power forward, going one-on-one with someone who's like a guard?

Jones shook his head, trying to focus.

You can focus on what's useless.

The ball seemed glued to Durant's hand. He barely dribbled, just casually passed the ball, lowered his shoulder, and pretended to drive to the left.

Fake move.

But it was too realistic. Jones was caught off guard and frozen in place, watching helplessly as Durant made an astonishing change of direction and broke into the right.

It can be said that everything was done cleanly.

When Jones turned to chase, Durant took the initiative to make physical contact, bumped into him, and then suddenly stopped and pulled back.

Jones wanted to curse at this level of body control.

He stumbled and was thrown almost two meters away, nearly tripping over himself, turning into an ankle-breaker.

Durant paused for a moment before lifting the ball and shooting, making a clean shot.

Applause erupted from the sidelines from Riley and his teammates.

Jones's face instantly felt burning hot.

He noticed Durant's pause and even saw Durant glance at him.

His expression seemed somewhat surprised.

It's like Durant is surprised at how weak he is.

Jones quickly realized that his feeling was correct.

Because afterwards, Durant never used such a complex and varied offensive strategy as he did on the first play.

They usually win in one move.

Sometimes, they'll just use a triple threat and pull it out right in front of you.

Perhaps in his mind, he no longer needed to go all out; he could easily defeat him with just a few simple moves.

He hit ten balls in one go.

All 10 attacks went in.

Under Durant's offensive onslaught, Jones' defense was like a raw egg, utterly vulnerable.

(End of this chapter)