The NBA's Absolute Dominance

Chapter 5 Treasure
"Tang, he said..."

John Liu immediately translated and reminded them in Chinese, "They want to see your skills; after all, basketball teams are primarily based on playing ability."

"There is no first place in literature, but there is a second place in martial arts. This principle applies everywhere."

Tang Bei nodded, noticing everyone looking over. He knew he had to play this game well and not let these guys look down on him.

He grabbed the ball and went to the top of the three-point arc. Without any preparation, he threw the ball onto the backboard and then drove in.

"Self-inflicted harm?"

Many people, including Rick Hanks, think this way.

However, Tang Bei lacked experience and failed to control the ball's bounce height properly. After he jumped, his hand did not touch the ball.

"Ha ha……"

A burst of unrestrained laughter erupted from the training hall.

But many people didn't laugh. For example, several coaches' eyes lit up when they saw Tang Bei's jump height, which should have exceeded three feet.

These laughs let Tang Bei know that although he had knocked Chris Anders away with one arm, these people did not respect him.

As John Liu said, in a team, ultimately it comes down to the ability to play the game.

This time, he stood at the top of the arc again and threw the ball toward the backboard once more.

This time, the rhythm was well controlled. After three steps, he jumped high, grabbed the rebounding basketball with both hands, pulled his whole body backward into an arc shape, and then rebounded instantly, smashing the basket with all his might.

"boom!"

The powerful, ferocious two-handed slam dunk, accompanied by the resounding thud of the ball hitting the rim, sent a jolt through everyone present.

With terrifying explosive force, the transparent backboard instantly shattered into countless particles, while at the same time, the massive basketball hoop sank sharply downwards under Tang Bei's forceful pull.

"Giggle..."

The sturdy outrigger groaned under the strain, struggled for two seconds, and then collapsed with a thud.

Tang Bei had retreated to a safe area, his right hand gripping a basketball hoop.

"..."

The training hall was completely silent; everyone was stunned.

Do you need me to deduct another one?

Tang Bei swept his gaze across the crowd with an extremely oppressive look, then turned to look at the basketball hoop on the other side, his eyes filled with lingering brutality.

"Do you need me to dunk again? Do you want more? I'll give you enough of these dunks, haha!" John Liu excitedly translated, adding his own personal touch.

As soon as he spoke, everyone shook their heads in unison.

At 5 p.m., Eric Fleischer arrived in a rented, spacious Ford pickup truck to pick up Tang Bei.

"Tang, what did you do? Haha, you're amazing!"

When he learned that Tang Bei had smashed the backboard, pulled down the basket frame, and tore off the rim, he was almost ecstatic.

"By the way, Tang, you know kung fu?"

After getting on the bus, he remembered the scene of Tang Bei knocking that player away with one hand and quickly asked.

"Yes, I've studied wrestling and boxing, and..."

Seeing that Fleischer was interested, Tang Bei briefly introduced his past.

John Liu seemed surprised upon hearing his words and quickly began to translate.

Fleischer said excitedly, "Don, do you know that wrestling is very popular in the United States, and boxing is one of the most popular professional sports, far surpassing the NBA. You can even consider developing in these two sports in the future."

Tang Bei didn't object, but shook his head and said, "Although I've trained, I'm not a professional, and I haven't trained for very long. I probably can't beat those professional boxers and wrestlers right now." Fleischer reminded him, "Training when you have time is another option. The more options you have, the more room you can maneuver, and the more sensational it will be."

"OK."

After John Liu translated, Tang Bei still didn't quite understand what he meant and didn't know what "operational space" meant, so he just nodded.

Upon arriving at the hotel room, Fleischer arranged a single room for him.

It was just a small hotel, far less luxurious than the Madison Garden Hotel, but he felt more free and preferred the environment.

Lying in bed, I opened the panel of the treasure chest.

"Congratulations, host, on becoming a professional basketball player. As a reward, you are given a treasure: a pair of custom-made high-tech insoles that can reduce the chance of injury to your feet by 30%."

"The insoles have been placed in the treasure chest space. The host may take them as needed (no other items may be placed in the space)."

Tang Bei was a little stunned. This treasure chest was quite magical; it could even take things out.

Where are the insoles?

With a thought, a pair of white insoles appeared in his hand.

I don't know what the insoles are made of, but they are very thick, with the thickest part being the heel, which is one centimeter thick. They also have an arch support design, which looks very high-tech.

He placed the insole into the sneakers with anticipation, then tried them on. They fit perfectly; they were indeed custom-made.

After wearing them, my height reached 214 cm. They felt very comfortable, and the impact force when landing after jumping was greatly reduced. The shock absorption effect was very obvious, and the foot fixation effect was also very good. Ordinary insoles are easy to slip.

On the 21st, at Dennis Arena in Miami, the CBA playoffs began.

The Seaweed Team's first-round opponent is the Seagull Team. The Seaweed Team has the home advantage. The series is a best-of-three format, and the schedule is 111.

It was during the NCAA Men's Basketball Championship in March Madness, and the attention given to NBA games plummeted. CBA games were even less popular, with only 10% of the 3,000-seat stadiums occupancy.

Looking at the empty stadium, Tang Bei, wearing jersey number 88, was very excited because it was a new beginning. If he succeeded, he could go home in glory.

“Jerry, Jim, Rick, this is Don.”

On the sidelines, Eric Fleischer watched Tang Bei enter the game with a smile, and then spoke to the three people beside him.

As he spoke, he beckoned to Tang Bei and called out, "Tang, come here for a second."

"Oh, OK."

Tang Bei snapped out of his daze and hurried over.

Jerry West and the other two looked over and saw a giant humanoid beast walking towards them, with a powerful pressure rushing towards them.

"Chinese?"

Jerry West frowned.

Eric Fleischer only mentioned that there was a talented center and invited them to take a look, but he didn't expect it to be a Chinese player.

When he was 12 years old, his older brother died in the Korean War, which was a childhood trauma for him, so he had no good feelings towards Chinese people.

"Tang, this is the Lakers' general manager, NBA legend, Mr. Jerry West," Eric Fleischer introduced.

John Liu was still translating when Jerry West said to Fleischer, "Sorry, Eric, I'm feeling a bit unwell, I'll have to go now."

"..."

Eric Fleischer was taken aback as he watched Jerry West leave. What was going on?
Tang Bei glanced at Jerry West's back, and his keen sixth sense told him that the man was somewhat hostile towards him.

But he didn't care. After arriving in the United States, he encountered too many hostile people, who were everywhere.

Next, he met Timberwolves general manager Jim Brewer and Mavericks general manager Rick Sander before warming up.

(End of this chapter)