LeBron James running away? He's going all in on Curry.

Chapter 18 The Emperor's Taunt, the Splash Brothers' Shooting Showdown

The Cleveland Cavaliers' bold statements at their new season press conference spread like wildfire, quickly making headlines across major sports sections in the United States.

Meanwhile, on the south coast of Miami, LeBron James, who had just finished his offseason vacation and was preparing to start the new season, didn't hold back in mocking his former team during an interview with ESPN.

"Playoffs? Making the championship favorites tremble?"

In front of the camera, James, wearing a training jersey with his personal logo, shook his head repeatedly.

"Come on, let's be realistic. That rich Chinese-American has absolutely no idea how to run a team; he treats the NBA like a child's game. Giving up Kyrie Irving? That's absolutely the dumbest decision I've ever seen, bar none!"

Mentioning Kyrie Irving, James' eyes revealed undisguised admiration: "I've watched Kyrie's tapes, he's a true genius! The Utah Jazz have picked up a future superstar. If he were on my team, he would be the perfect supporting player. And Cleveland? They traded their number one pick for a bunch of role players and a rookie who can't even dribble properly. And they think they can lead a team to the playoffs with that injured Stephen Curry?"

The reporter seized the opportunity to follow up: "So, LeBron, what are your expectations for the Heat in the new season?"

James's expression instantly became incredibly confident, subtly revealing an air of domineering self-importance.

Wade's "relinquishment" during the offseason finally gave him absolute control of the team.

"Last season's defeat was a lesson, but it's a process we need to go through to gel."

Now, we've solved all the problems. Dwyane made a great sacrifice, and I will take over the entire offense for this team.

LeBron James stared directly into the camera, his eyes filled with arrogance and confidence: "I assure the fans in Miami, this season, we will win the championship! I will bring that damn Larry O'Brien Trophy back to South Beach! As for Cleveland? They deserve to continue struggling in the mire; last place is their most familiar position!"

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The Miami star's merciless mockery has sparked another wave of ridicule against the Cavaliers online.

However, Cleveland, at the eye of the storm, had no time to pay attention to the rumors and gossip.

Because in the Cavaliers' closed training facility, a painful period of tactical adjustment is tormenting this newly formed young team.

"beep--!"

Head coach Byron Scott blew the whistle, rubbed his aching temples, and sighed helplessly as he watched the chaotic half-court offense and defense on the field.

"Stop, stop, stop! Mark, that play you just executed! Stephen had already driven and drawn the double team, why did you pass the ball back to the paint? You were wide open beyond the three-point line!"

Standing at 2.16 meters tall, Marc Gasol was panting heavily, covered in sweat, and spread his hands, looking innocent and aggrieved: "Coach, I've spent my whole life battling in the paint! You want me to stand outside the three-point line waiting for the ball? The moment my toes touch that line, I feel incredibly uncomfortable, like an idiot!"

Paul Millsap, standing nearby, chimed in with a wry smile: "Yeah, I tried to shoot two threes just now, and they both hit the rim. Subconsciously, we think that big guys floating on the outside shooting will get called soft by the coach."

The defensive issues are equally serious.

Kawhi Leonard, this expressionless rookie, has excellent defensive awareness, but as a newcomer to the league, he often finds himself running the same positions as his teammates when facing the complex "switch-everything" defense.

As for the aggressive defender Beverley, he was called for four fouls in an intra-squad scrimmage due to his overly aggressive play.

Not used to it.

Extreme maladjustment.

The price of overturning traditional basketball concepts is that it leaves players who are used to physical battles in the paint and traditional defense bewildered on the court.

"What? You want to back down just because you've encountered a little difficulty?"

Just then, the training hall door was pushed open, and Su Yang, dressed in casual clothes, walked in slowly.

He was in the observation room on the second floor and saw the players' struggles clearly.

"Boss," Scott quickly went up to them and whispered, "The players are a bit frustrated. The idea of ​​a center shooting three-pointers is too much of a psychological burden for them."

Su Yang waved his hand and walked straight to the center of the field, looking at the group of somewhat dejected players.

"Mark, Paul," Su Yang called out the names of the two key inside players. "I know it's hard to change old habits, but this is the answer to the future of basketball."

"In the future NBA, big men who can't shoot threes will only get endlessly targeted and ganked by the opposing team, eventually becoming benchwarmers who can only play during garbage time! Threes not only score an extra point, but more importantly, they create space! As long as you can draw the opposing big men out of the paint, Stephen's drives and Kawhi's cuts will be as easy as crossing a street in the early morning!"

"Listen, in my team, missing shots is okay. Even if you airball ten shots in a game, I won't blame you. But if you're open and don't dare to shoot, you can pack your bags and leave tomorrow!"

Su Yang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Seeing the players' expressions gradually turn serious, Su Yang turned to look at Stephen Curry, who had been silently wiping his sweat on the sidelines.

"Stephen, you are the core of the team and the best sharpshooter in the entire league."

Su Yang pointed to the three-point line. "Starting today, in addition to regular tactical drills, we'll have an extra hour of dedicated three-point shooting practice every day. You'll lead the way and teach these big men your shooting tips and positioning skills."

"No problem, boss," Curry readily agreed.

"Also, one person might not be able to handle it all. Clay, come over here and help him out." Su Yang then beckoned to Clay Thompson, who had been standing in the corner like a silent gourd.

During the past few days of training, Su Yang had noticed that although everyone was not used to shooting three-pointers, this rookie, who was selected 11th overall, was like a precise machine.

As long as the ball is passed to him, whether he's open or facing someone, he can score with a simple shot, and his accuracy is frighteningly high.

"Me?" Klay paused for a moment, scratched his head, and slowly walked to Curry's side. "Okay, boss."

Su Yang clapped his hands: "Alright, guys. Now, let our captain and his assistant show you what real modern basketball shooting skills are!"

Curry walked to the top of the key, picked up a basketball, and raised an eyebrow at Klay: "Hey, rookie. Want to have a game? Five spots, five shots from each spot, let's see who makes more!"

Klay Thompson, who also possesses an obsessive desire to win, nodded without hesitation, though his face remained expressionless: "The loser has to treat the whole team to tacos later."

"make a deal!"

Soon, two assistant coaches stood under the basket to pass the ball, and a shooting duel that shocked the entire team took place in the training hall.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Curry's release speed is extremely fast. The basketball only stays in his hands for a fraction of a second before it transforms into a perfect parabola and swishes through the net!

On the other side, Klay Thompson's shooting form was textbook perfect. His jump, the ball flick, and the wrist snap were all as precise as if they had been measured with a ruler!

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The two players' three-pointers were like precision-guided cruise missiles.

Five, ten, fifteen...

The crisp sound of nets swishing echoed continuously in the empty training hall, as if a never-ending rain of three-pointers was falling!

Gasol, Millsap, Leonard, and even head coach Scott on the sidelines were all dumbfounded.

"My God... are these two guys monsters? Don't they ever miss a shot?!" Gasol swallowed hard, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

They shot a full one hundred balls before finally stopping. Their shooting percentage was an astonishing 90%!

Su Yang was very satisfied as he watched Curry and Thompson high-five each other on the court.

"Isn't this much more entertaining than Kyrie Irving's flashy dribbling?"

The Splash Brothers' first collaboration not only impressed all the new recruits with their absolute strength, but also injected a gene called the Three-Point Revolution into the newly formed Cleveland Cavaliers.

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