I just got divorced, and a rich and beautiful woman dragged me to get a marriage certificate.

With this level of defensive intensity, the opposing team probably won't even be able to get past their halfway point.

[Ahui's pressing is really tough; even amateur players can't keep up with him.]

With Da Zhuang's physique, who could withstand a collision with him?

[It's 4-0 now, the outcome of this game is no longer in doubt.]

[This "Yeqiu Di" (a nickname for a player) could win these casual games with his eyes closed; I just love watching him stomp on newbies.]

On Chen Mo's side, Third Brother called an emergency pause.

Third Brother, panting heavily, wiped his sweat: "It's no good. The height difference is too great. We can't get rebounds, and our outside shooting is completely shut down!"

Liu Xin frowned: "This really can't go on. Should we confront them?"

Without hesitation, Chen Mo said, "Give me the ball now, and you guys can run around however you like!"

Liu Xin and her third brother exchanged a glance: "Are you sure you can do it?"

"Give it a try!"

"Oh well!"

The pause has ended.

Chen Mo serves.

Liu Xin passed the ball to Chen Mo, and Zhang Yang came up to defend.

Zhang Yang is 1.9 meters tall, has a long wingspan, a low center of gravity, and a large defensive area.

Most amateur players simply can't dribble the ball in front of him.

He spread his arms wide, like a large net covering Chen Mo, a disdainful smile on his lips.

Chen Mo didn't rush to break through. He lowered his center of gravity, dribbled the ball with his left hand, and leaned his body slightly forward, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Zhang Yang reached out to grab the ball.

Chen Mo dribbled behind his back, switching the ball from his left hand to his right, and simultaneously leaned to the right, causing Zhang Yang's center of gravity to shift accordingly.

In that very instant.

Chen Mo made a wide crossover, pulling the ball from his right hand back to his left, and his body sprang to the left like a spring, changing direction with lightning speed.

Zhang Yang stumbled and almost fell.

Chen Mo rushed forward, dashing into the paint like a gust of wind.

The monkey attempted to cover, jumping up to block the shot. Chen Mo executed a layup in mid-air, passing the ball from under the monkey's arm to his left hand, and with a gentle flick, the ball bounced off the backboard and into the basket.

4:2.

The scene quieted down.

Zhang Yang stood there, stunned, and looked back at Chen Mo, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Chen Mo's change of direction just now was perfect in terms of speed, range, and rhythm, like a move from an NBA highlight reel.

His teammates were also stunned; they had never seen Zhang Yang treated so cleanly.

Holy crap! Who is this guy? That crossover was so cool! Is he channeling Kyrie Irving?!

[Zhang Ge got faked out? Am I seeing things? That was Kyrie Irving's signature move!]

That move was so smooth, the balance control was textbook perfect, absolutely awesome!

Is this guy from a professional team? His dribbling skills are at least semi-professional!

[I replayed it, and that behind-the-back dribble followed by a crossover was absolutely amazing!]

[Did the streetball king run into a brick wall today? Interesting!]

Third Brother and Liu Xin were also stunned, looking at Chen Mo as if they were seeing him for the first time.

Third Brother's mouth dropped open: "Old Chen, when did you become so strong?"

Liu Xin looked completely bewildered: "Old Chen, your dribbling skills used to be worse than mine, how come you're suddenly so good?"

"I've cheated!"

Chen Mo looked smug.

"cut!"

Third Brother and Liu Xin didn't believe it at all.

Zhang Yang serves.

Zhang Yang dribbled the ball across half-court, and this time he was clearly serious, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp.

He called for a screen, and the tower came up to provide cover, blocking Chen Mo, while Zhang Yang broke through.

Third Brother changed shifts.

Zhang Yang used a Euro step, swaying left and right, to slip past the third brother and score a layup.

6 is better than 2!

[Zhang Ge is still amazing; that Euro step was so solid!]

That guy's change of direction just now was probably a fluke; he was just lucky.

That kid on the other side probably only has one move; once he sees it through, it's useless.

[6-2, Wildball Emperor is still leading, what's the panic?]

Chen Mo's side is on the offensive.

Liu Xin passed the ball to Chen Mo. This time, Zhang Yang dared not be careless. He lowered his center of gravity and stared intently at Chen Mo's waist.

Chen Mo dribbled the ball twice, then suddenly pulled up and launched a jump shot over Zhang Yang's head.

The ball traced a high arc in the air and swished cleanly into the net.

6 is better than 4!

[I have to say, that shooting form is really standard, the release point is high, Zhang Ge can't block it.]

[That's a pull-up jumper! It's got that McGrady vibe!]

This guy's got some skills; he's not just good at dribbling.

[He hit Zhang Ge twice in a row, one drive and one shot, both went in. He's got some skills.]

After being hit twice in a row, Zhang Yang's expression turned grim as he dribbled the ball across half-court.

This time he didn't call for a pick-and-roll, and went one-on-one against Chen Mo.

He dribbled between his legs repeatedly, swaying left and right, trying to shake off Chen Mo's balance.

But Chen Mo's defense stuck to him like glue.

No matter how Zhang Yang changed direction, Chen Mo could anticipate it and block his breakthrough route.

Zhang Yang got impatient and forced a pull-up three-pointer, but the ball bounced off the rim and went out.

Third Brother grabbed the rebound and passed it directly to Chen Mo.

[Zhang Ge was contained? His defensive footwork was incredibly fast!]

[Chen Mo is a monster on the defensive end too. His lateral movement speed can keep up with Zhang Ge's changes of direction?]

[Zhang Ge missed a three-pointer, his mentality is starting to crumble.]

Chen Mo dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, where Zhang Yang defended him tightly.

Chen Mo made a sudden stop, dribbled between his legs, then dribbled behind his back, and then suddenly accelerated, bursting into the paint like a bolt of lightning.

With Iron Tower and Da Zhuang double-teaming him, Chen Mo switched the ball from his right hand to his left hand in mid-air, executed a wide-angle layup, and the ball grazed the backboard and went into the basket.

6 to 6 draw!

[That layup! Isn't that Jordan's move? A mid-air reverse layup!]

[One person beat three? Even with Iron Tower and Big Strong teaming up, they couldn't stop him?]

Who is this guy? Is he from a professional team? His physical abilities are incredible!

[Brother Zhang got completely destroyed! Three rounds in a row, he couldn't defend or break through!]

Wait a minute! This guy looks so much like Chen Mo! Holy crap! Could it really be him?!

[So I'm not the only one who thinks he looks like him? I just thought he looked like Chen Mo!]

Could it really be Chen Mo?

Although the lighting is a bit dim, look closely, and you'll see it's Chen Mo!

[Holy crap! How did Chen Mo end up here?]

[Strange! Who is Chen Mo? Is he famous?]

Chen Mo is a doctor, and his medical skills are exceptional!

[Doctor? Are you kidding me? Doctors play basketball that well?]

[Not just a pro at golf, but also an expert in jade gambling and gem appraisal!]

Is it really that amazing? Why didn't I know that?

[Upstairs! Did your village just get internet access?]

Zhang Yang's face darkened further. He had been hit three times in a row by Chen Mo, and had even managed to defend against one of them. He felt ashamed.

Professional athletes are one thing, but to be beaten up like this by a random passerby, how can he be so arrogant and shameless?

"The Iron Tower!"

Zhang Yang dribbled past half-court, and the tower came up to screen. Chen Mo was blocked, and Zhang Yang drove in, pulled up for a jump shot, and the ball went in.

8 is better than 6!

[Zhang finally scored! A mid-range jumper after a pick-and-roll, perfect!]

[But this only stops the bleeding; Chen Mo is too ruthless!]

Chen Mo's side is on the offensive.

Liu Xin passed the ball to Chen Mo, who had just dribbled past half-court and pulled up for a three-pointer from two steps beyond the three-point line.

The ball spun in the air, drawing a beautiful arc, and "swish" into the net.

8 is better than 9!

[A truly incredible three-pointer! That range is terrifying! Shooting from just two steps out of the three-point line?]

[He's channeling Curry! That shot speed, that arc, it's so smooth!]

[Is the "miracle doctor's" three-point shot even more accurate than Ahui's? Ahui is the most accurate shooter on the streetball court!]

Chen Mo is amazing! I knew he wouldn't let me down! He's a god!

[Chen Mo is awesome! Chen Mo is mighty! Let's do it!]

[Sorry, Wildball Emperor, although I'm your fan, I support Brother Chen!]