NBA, Yao Ming is back!

The subsequent matches completely turned into a personal arena for Yao Ming and Hu Weidong.

The entire arena was focused on these two players.

Teammates, opponents, coaching staff—everyone seemed to become a blurred backdrop.

All we could do was watch these two top players engage in an extreme three-point battle on the court.

The further they throw, the crazier they get.

Hu Weidong was in a frenzy, his peak performance was fully unleashed, and the fighting spirit of [China's Flying Man - Level 3] was fully stacked, almost negating the side effects of physical exertion, and his three-point shooting percentage soared to the extreme.

Even though Liang Da had spread his arms wide and tried his best to interfere, and followed closely with his feet without daring to relax for a moment, Hu Weidong did not take this defense seriously at all.

He could pull up for a three-pointer from beyond the arc, change direction to create space and then shoot, launch long-range shots on fast breaks, or even force a jump despite Liang Da's close defense. Every shot he took was clean and decisive.

Even throw it to the back.

The moment the basketball leaves your hand.

He knew that ball would go in.

The waves crashed against the net one after another. Liang Da's defensive movements became increasingly stiff, and his eyes became increasingly vacant. He went from desperately trying to block the ball to mechanically following it.

In the end, he could only watch helplessly as Hu Weidong sank three-pointers in front of him time and time again. He was completely overwhelmed, almost too weak to even lift his arm, and only one thought remained in his mind:

This is something no human could possibly defend against.

Why should I be the one on defense?

Meanwhile, Yao Ming on the other side fully unleashed the effects of his "China's Flying Man - Level 4" skill. His inside presence combined with top-notch outside shooting ability made him John Spencer's nightmare.

Spencer had never seen such an inside player in his life. Yao Ming had forcefully pulled him to the three-point line, even two steps beyond it, completely disrupting his defensive habits of guarding the three-second zone.

Yao Ming didn't need complicated dribbling; a simple lateral movement was enough to easily shift Spencer's center of gravity. These days, centers' lateral movement ability is ridiculously low, after all, they haven't seen Wimbledon's performance.

But Yao Ming knew that even at this level.

As long as the system is developed from a young age and the training is reasonable and directional.

That would allow us to do things that people today consider impossible.

As for the level of scientific development one has, not to mention China, even in the whole world, you can't find anyone who can plan their career with NBA-level experience and knowledge from birth.

People who come to give themselves detailed training in all aspects of their bodies.

He was the only one.

And then there's poor Spencer, who's only 2.05 meters tall.

Yao Ming's height of 2.26 meters made his release point ridiculously high. Spencer jumped with all his might, but couldn't even touch his fingertips. He could only watch as Yao Ming pulled up and shot.

Occasionally, Yao Ming would use his teammates' screens to cut into the paint, put back in the basket, draw fouls, and score easily. Spencer wanted to follow up to defend, but was afraid that Yao Ming would suddenly pop out and shoot a three-pointer. Caught between a rock and a hard place, he could only be outmaneuvered by Yao Ming time and time again, standing on the court helpless and pale-faced.

Beaten beyond recognition, the grievances and frustrations piled up in his heart, and he almost burst into tears on the spot.

There was even one foul that almost led to a conflict.

But Yao Ming at this time was not the same Yao Ming as in his previous life. He had been juggling both since he was a child, practicing boxing while playing basketball.

He swiftly executed a chokehold and kicked Spencer, sending him sprawling to the ground. He stood up and coldly looked down at Spencer lying on the ground.

After that fall, Spencer's eyes immediately cleared.

The intensity of competition in the CBA is no joke.

Even so, the referee only gave a regular technical foul.

And it wasn't even given to Yao Ming.

It was Spencer who willingly rushed in to be killed.

Just kidding, the CBA is also interesting in creating stars now. The biggest star on the perimeter right now is Hu Weidong, and the biggest star on the inside is undoubtedly Yao Ming, who has emerged as a dark horse this season.

Forget everything else, if you're going to fight him, you're still a foreigner.

Then you need to be framed and taught a lesson.

There is no distinction between home and away games in this matter right now.

Besides, everyone could see clearly that it was indeed this foreigner who rushed forward. If you rush forward to fight and get taken down, then you deserve it.

Even though this was Jiangsu's home court, some people couldn't help but laugh when they saw Spencer get beaten up and thrown to the ground.

A cheerful atmosphere permeated the entire stadium.

After being thrown, Spencer said he couldn't go on, that he had a headache, a sore head, a sore shoulder, and a sore neck, and that he had to leave the field to rest.

As a result, Kennard Robinson, the other center for the Jiangsu team who didn't originally have to defend Yao Ming, had to step up immediately.

As he left the field, he even caught a glimpse of Spencer's cunning eyes.

Holy crap, was he just acting?

He really did put on a show. However, Spencer's original plan was to take matters into his own hands and be penalized with a technical foul or an unsportsmanlike foul.

He never expected that this tall young man would be so good at both playing ball and fighting.

I suffered a loss.

Fortunately, the goal was achieved.

That's fine. Every extra round you have to defend him on the court will be torture for him.

Throughout the first half, the two players interacted constantly. When Hu Weidong made a long-range three-pointer, he would turn around and raise his chin at Yao Ming, his eyes blatantly filled with fighting spirit and provocation.

Yao Ming immediately responded with an even more outrageous three-pointer from about a meter beyond the three-point line. After landing, he shrugged at Hu Weidong, as if to say that the shot was nothing special.

Hu Weidong broke through and drew a foul, making the free throw. He then pointed to the basket at Yao Ming, implying that the inside game was just as effective.

Yao Ming then overpowered James in the paint, dunking and pounding his chest in response, showing no less confidence.

The competition between top players is all about skill, with no superfluous words exchanged, but rather through goals and eye contact, pushing the atmosphere on the field to its peak.

The Jiangsu home fans forgot about the home team and the away team. Every goal was met with deafening cheers. Even the commentator's voice was hoarse from shouting, and he could only repeatedly say "It's terrifying" and "This is the ultimate showdown".

The teammates gradually figured out the rhythm and wisely gave the ball to the two players. The occasional pick-and-roll and passing were just to set the stage for the duel between these two gods.

The Shanghai team players watched Yao Ming dominate from the outside, their faces filled with disbelief. They only knew that Yao was strong in the paint, but they had never seen his three-point shooting so accurate.

The Jiangsu team players watched as Hu Weidong went on a completely unstoppable run, feeling both excited and helpless. They were excited to witness Hu Weidong's peak performance, but helpless because they couldn't get involved at all.

It can only be used as a background.

I'm so anxious.

There's nothing they can do about this level of intensity.

Domestically, only Hu Weidong and Liu Yudong have the authority to intervene.

If it were on the international stage, even Liu Yudong wouldn't be able to compete.

And so it went, back and forth.

When the whistle blew to end the first half.

The entire arena fell into a brief silence as everyone's eyes were fixed on the scoreboard.

At halftime, Jiangsu led Shanghai 68-72, still only 4 points behind, but the individual statistics of two players left everyone speechless—

Hu Weidong scored 40 points in the first half, making 11 of 12 three-pointers, along with two-pointers and free throws.

Of course, this is not an exaggeration. When he really goes on a scoring spree, he once scored 50+ points in the first half of a game.

And in that game where he scored 50+ points in the first half, he made all 11 of his three-pointers.

Not a single one escaped.

Is it an exaggeration? No, it's not.

That was already his older self, during the 0405-1 season. People say that if he had played the entire CBA season back then, the first player to score 80 points wouldn't have been a foreigner.

This is the level of China's Jordan.

You could call him the Asian Jordan and it wouldn't be a problem.

He also made 11 of 12 three-point attempts.

In addition, there were putbacks in the paint and free throws drawn on second-chance opportunities.

He scored an astonishing 50 points in the first half.

Although it wasn't as exaggerated as Hu Weidong's 53 points in the second half.

But by today's standards, it would be an incredibly impressive achievement.

Moreover, the efficiency of these two people.

It's outrageous.

Compared to Hu Weidong, Yao Ming's performance in this game was even more astonishing. A 2.26-meter giant in the paint, he made 10 three-pointers in the first half and scored 50 points. Such data has never been seen in the history of the CBA, and is even unthinkable.

Yao Ming's performance completely shattered everyone's perception of inside players, proving that he could not only dominate the paint, but also achieve top-level shooting from the outside.

The two men immediately became more and more compatible as they fought.

What made the two even more heartbroken was that as soon as the whistle blew to end the first half, everyone saw Yao Ming and Hu Weidong walk together. Hu Weidong wiped the sweat from his face, his fighting spirit still strong, but he still patted Yao Ming's arm because Yao Ming's shoulders were really too high: "Kid, you can really shoot. It's been a long time since I've had this much fun."

"Dong-ge, your touch isn't bad either. Shall we continue in the second half?"

"I'll play along to the end!" Hu Weidong grinned, his eyes shining even brighter than the stadium lights.

And this is bright.

It's not as simple as it's because of his own performance or Yao Ming's performance.

It's because he saw a glimmer of hope for the future of the Chinese men's basketball team's interior defense.

He originally thought it was Wang Zhizhi.

I originally thought it was Batel.

But to everyone's surprise, it was a 16-year-old who suddenly rose to prominence.

The light in his eyes here.

More than anything, they saw the future of Chinese basketball.

They've even started to dream about it.

I dream of one day playing on the same team as such a center in international competitions.

At that time.

The wall of the quarterfinals.

They definitely can't stop us.