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

This hardcore lineage theory, which even brought up the "23 Rubik's Cube" and "O-MF6722" genetic codes, made the surrounding people, including Daqiao and Maidan, feel their scalps tingle.

Even Hua Zi was stunned for three seconds by the sudden appearance of "Emperor Zhaolie of Han" and "DNA code".

"Liu Bei? Emperor Zhaolie of Han? Where the hell did this emperor come from?!" Hua Zi thought to himself with a sense of helplessness.

But he is clearly no longer the naive young man he once was who was easily fooled.

After visiting the University of Tokyo and witnessing firsthand the destructive power of the alien monster Wenban Yama in actual combat, Hua Zi's vision and confidence are now completely different from before!

Hua Zi snapped out of his daze and spat out the chewing gum in his mouth with disdain.

"Liu Bei? Who are your ancestors? What does it have to do with me playing in the NBA?!"

Hua Zi took a step forward, his broad, towering shoulders pressing firmly against Liu Lu, his eyes flashing with the ferocity of a street thug:

"This is Las Vegas! This is an NBA basketball court!"

Want a starting position? Let your performance speak for itself!

Hua Zi pointed to the training ground outside the door and slammed the challenge down on his face:

"Bullfight! 1 against 1!"

"21 points in a single game! A maximum of three dribbles per attack!"

"The loser, obediently go and become the winner's substitute!"

Upon hearing the street rules of "1v1, 21 points, three dribbles limit," Liu Lu, who was originally using her genetic code to intimidate others, had a burning fighting spirit ignite in her eyes!

As a talented combo guard with equally high aspirations, he has never been inferior to anyone in one-on-one situations!

"OK!"

Liu Lu sneered, ripped off her long-sleeved training uniform, revealing her well-defined muscles:

"Follow the rules of American street sports—No blood, no foul! No bloodshed, no foul!"

Upon hearing this, Hua Zi's lips curled into a cruel smile:

"no problem!"

"Whoever calls a foul first today is a historically great softie, like LeBron James!!"

Amidst the whistles and cheers of the substitute players, the two reserve princes of the Crabcatchers team, heads held high, charged side by side toward the empty half of the bullfighting field!

......

The air seemed to freeze on the side of the training hall.

The other substitutes on the Crabcatters spontaneously gathered outside the three-point line, craning their necks and excitedly preparing to watch this battle for the starting point guard position.

"Come!"

Edwards tossed the ball to Alexander, then received the pass back and stood at the top of the penalty area.

Game start!

"Slap, slap, slap!"

Under the three-dribble rule, Edwards had no complicated ball-handling tactics.

Place the ball! Press down on the shoulder!

"boom!"

Edwards is like a runaway heavy truck, using his enviable first-step explosiveness to charge straight for the basket!

Alexander lowered his right shoulder slightly and moved his feet laterally very quickly, trying to use his defensive experience to block the opponent's breakthrough route.

But Edwards' explosive core strength and size created an opening for Alexander at the moment of contact!

Using the momentum from that half-step, Edwards leaped into the air, hooked the rim with one hand in mid-air, and completed a powerful one-handed slam dunk!

"boom--!!"

The silence in the training hall was broken the moment the ball slammed into the basket, and the net was still shaking violently!

After Edwards landed, he crossed his arms, glanced arrogantly at Alexander, his eyes cold, and remained silent.

On the first ball, Edwards used pure physical confrontation to tell Alexander—

You can't handle me!

......

"Heh, that's interesting."

Alexander dusted himself off, picked up the basketball, tossed it to Edwards, and then caught it and passed it back.

Ball possession rotation!

Alexander did not appear angry because he had just lost a point.

He dribbled the ball slowly, his knees slightly bent, his center of gravity low.

"Slap, slap, slap."

Alexander executed three consecutive crossover dribbles at the top of the key, the ball bouncing between his fingers like a nimble viper.

Just as Edwards' center of gravity shifted slightly forward out of alertness—

Alexander suddenly took a step back! He gathered the ball! And then pulled up for a lightning-fast pull-up jumper!

The arc soared extremely high, and the basketball drew an elegant parabola in mid-air.

"Swish!" Hollowed into the net!

2 is more than 2!

As the goal went in, Edwards frowned on the defensive end, a hint of surprise flashing through his mind:

"How did that kid throw that?! I was definitely keeping up with his pace..."

The smell of gunpowder in the air was ignited by the sound of the net being slammed shut!

……

As Edwards repeatedly used his bulldozer-like tank-like breakthroughs to score a point on offense, Alexander also began to pull out his unique skill that he had been practicing hard during the offseason: the slow three-step!

Facing Edwards's extremely aggressive and close defense, Alexander appeared very slow when dribbling in the first half, pacing forward as if he might stop the ball or have it stolen at any moment.

However, just as Edwards thought he was about to be forced to stop and was preparing to close in and steal the ball!

Alexander suddenly pushed off the ground with his last two steps! With an exaggerated side slide, he actually created a shooting gap in the narrow space!

Mid-range shot, off the backboard!

Edwards was thrown off balance by the deceptive change of speed, but he managed to catch up by using his exaggerated double jump and athleticism. His long arm was almost touching Alexander's fingertips!

However, the basketball still hit the backboard smoothly and deflected into the net!

"Shit!"

After landing, Edwards couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

He realized that speed and explosiveness weren't always effective against this rhythm monster.

The score went from 4-4 to a 11-11 tie!

The battle on the field has entered a fierce, hand-to-hand combat phase!

Alexander began to frequently use the skillful combination of "feinting to attract attention + turning and leaning back".

Almost every time he attacked, he would deliberately make one or two crossovers in front of his body first to observe whether Edwards' center of gravity would waver.

If Edwards hesitates even slightly, Alexander will suddenly turn around, raise the ball high above his head with his exaggerated 2.11-meter wingspan, and shoot backwards at the highest point!

This "high-arc, slow-paced" shooting style reduced Edwards' amazing jumping advantage by more than half!

Edwards, on the other hand, began to frequently use back-to-the-basket moves.

With his back to the basket, he used his extremely broad back and strong hips to carry Alexander step by step towards the inside, then suddenly turned to face the basket and finished the game against the defense!

On several occasions, he even used his weight to completely break Alexander's defensive balance, and then jumped up and dunked!

However, under the strict rule of limiting three dribbles in American one-on-one, Edwards often didn't have enough dribbling opportunities to adjust to the best shooting angle after his back-to-the-basket move!

The two displayed their unique abilities, and neither could defend against the other!