jdhmnovel Chapter 15 James: Is there really such a thing as the art of ambidextrous fighting?
Chapter 15 James: Is there really such a thing as the art of ambidextrous fighting?
Domineering!
Wang Xiucheng's actions at that moment were deeply etched in the hearts of the fans.
The cameramen under the basketball hoop kept snapping photos. One cameraman even disregarded the rules and moved behind Wang Xiucheng just to take a picture of the person with the number 12 and the thumbs up.
The female fans in the stadium, regardless of age or skin color, suddenly started screaming in unison.
Those signs bearing Wang Xiucheng's name were waving even more frequently.
Scarlett Johansson stared intently at Wang Xiucheng's face, her eyes gleaming with undisguised greed.
Like everyone else, Leonardo DiCaprio stood up and applauded Wang Xiucheng's tomahawk dunk from just half a step off the free-throw line.
Jenna bit her lip tightly, her breathing becoming rapid. Although she tried her best to control herself, her eyes were still glued to her and she couldn't look away.
James gaped wide, pulling Davis up with one hand as he tried to jump.
Huaxia, Tencent Live Room.
"Damn, that's so incredibly cool! Nobody understands this feeling!"
"From now on, I'm a die-hard fan of Wang Xiucheng. Anyone who dares to say a bad word about Wang Xiucheng will be my enemy."
"So handsome, he's even more handsome than Zhan-gege..."
"Waaaaah, I think I'll never find a boyfriend in my life."
"Penguin, you win. It's just a VPN, I'll buy it."
"Although I am a Lakers fan, I will also be a Wang Xiucheng fan from now on, and no one can persuade me otherwise."
"A tomahawk dunk! That physical ability is undeniable. Wang Xiucheng, with your skills and physique, Silas, are you really not afraid of death?"
"That jump distance looks only slightly farther than Jordan's, but it still lands on the free-throw line. How is that possible..."
The live stream chat was flooded with comments. At this moment, more than 20 million fans had entered the live stream, breaking the record for the highest number of concurrent viewers.
Yang Yi was so excited that he started slamming his fist on the table, almost shouting, "Who says Chinese players only have centers? Wang Xiucheng is slapping them in the face, well done!"
Duan Ran wanted to interrupt Yang Yi, but he couldn't get a word in edgewise.
At this moment, the female anchor Xiaoqi covered her mouth tightly, staring at the replay on the big screen with dazed eyes, seemingly unable to believe what had just happened.
During the game, Vogel called a timeout. Although they were still leading by 16 points, the game was not going well for him.
This pause allowed the big screen time to continuously replay Wang Xiucheng's free throw line dunk.
A dunk is common; almost any NBA player could do it.
It's not difficult to dunk while standing on the free-throw line; someone like LaVine can even do a windmill dunk.
But what if the person who jumps from the free-throw line to dunk is only 1.9 meters tall?
That entire league definitely won't have more than five people.
Can you imagine Curry jumping from the free-throw line to dunk?
What if this person isn't a Black person with exceptional physical abilities?
That's even more unbelievable!
But now, this scene is happening right here at Staples Center, and it's being broadcast to countless households via cameras.
In the TNT live broadcast room, O'Neal was running around the room like a madman, while Barkley covered his bald head, watching the replay over and over in disbelief.
Even someone as powerful as them had never seen such a scene.
Chinese people, again Chinese people, what kind of country is that!
The Rockets' bench players excitedly bumped chests with Wang Xiucheng in celebration.
Wang Xiucheng took the drink from the logistics team, took a sip, and gasped for breath.
He still can't quite believe it; he actually did it.
He had just stepped onto the free-throw line when he felt he could do it, so he did.
Of course, he has a backup plan: if he can't do that, he can throw the ball out in the air, which is also in time.
The system data did not include a category for hang time, but Wang Xiucheng believed that if it did, it would be a very high score.
However, a vertical jump of 93cm is impossible for Wang Xiucheng to achieve.
Silas stood to the side, recalling the report he had asked the data department to prepare for Stone.
The report essentially states that Wang Xiucheng is worth developing for the team, and that he is at a top level in terms of ball control and error management.
They also suspected that Wang Xiucheng's body was still developing and suggested that the team give him a comprehensive physical examination.
However, the report went unanswered, and Stone did not respond.
He didn't dare to report to his boss without going through his superiors.
Silas knew that Porter Jr., who also played point guard, was acquired by Stone in exchange for a protected top-55 pick in the second round, essentially giving him away to the Rockets for free from the Cavaliers.
Porter Jr. was a locker room bomb, causing chaos within the Cavaliers, who then dumped him to the Rockets like trash.
Stone, however, thought he had gotten a great deal and found a treasure, so he asked Silas to focus on developing young Porter.
But with Porter Jr.'s abilities, can he play point guard?
Smash his poop!
To paraphrase an old Chinese saying, it's like Cao Pi's wife going into the vegetable garden and Zhen Ji picking vegetables.
Silas had no choice; he received the lowest head coach salary in the entire league and naturally had little authority, so he could only listen to them.
Judging from today's perspective, Wang Xiucheng's body is indeed far from mature, and changes in his body can be felt almost every day.
Standing next to Austin Reeves, who is said to be 196cm tall, Wang Xiucheng did not seem short either, which made Silas feel a little threatened.
This danger doesn't come from any particular player, but from unseen competitors.
Pulling his thoughts back from those things, Silas began to plan the next tactics, implying that he should give the ball to Green as much as possible so that he could rack up some points.
The game restarted amidst cheers.
Reeves's gaze toward Wang Xiucheng had changed.
He can dunk, but asking him to jump from the free-throw line and slam dunk is something he could never do, no matter what.
He was watching from just a few meters away. Wang Xiucheng's time in the air was a bit unscientific.
Moreover, Reeves was very dissatisfied that the referee did not make any indication when he clearly hit his own hand.
beep!
The whistle blew, Reeves dribbled the ball, set a screen with his teammate, and then lobbed it to DeAndre Jordan.
DeAndre Jordan overpowered Garruba and squeezed into the basket. He jumped and shot, but missed.
Garuba grabbed the rebound and passed it to Wang Xiucheng outside the three-point line.
Wang Xiucheng caught the ball with one hand and instantly accelerated.
Reeves also quickened his pace to follow Wang Xiucheng.
But Wang Xiucheng suddenly braked, throwing Reeves, who had just started to accelerate, off course.
Wang Xiucheng accelerated again, dribbled the ball between his legs to the other side, and charged forward.
Monk was also very fast; the moment Jordan missed his shot, he had already run back to prepare for defense.
He had reached the three-point line by then. Seeing that Wang Xiucheng had already shaken off Reeves, Monk went up to meet Wang Xiucheng.
Boom boom boom!
Wang Xiucheng's signature speed-changing ball control combined with a feint caused the highly tense Monk to fall backward.
Wang Xiucheng suddenly rushed past from the right and then tossed the ball high into the air.
With no one guarding him, Jalen Green soared high into the air.
With a loud thud, the basketball was slammed into the hoop.
After landing, Jalen Green pounded his chest hard, venting his frustration from the game.
Seeing Wang Xiucheng come over, Green gave him a big hug, "Nice pass, bro."
"It's alright," Wang Xiucheng replied with a smile.
Even the way they address each other has changed.
Previously, people called me Wang, or Wang Xiucheng.
Now they're practically "brothers"?
Indeed, ability is the best proof of one's worth.
休斯顿火箭连得6分，比分来到了73比87，时间还有3分10秒。
Lakers were on offense. Reeves and Jordan set a screen, creating space before Reeves made a two-pointer.
This was also his first point in the competition.
73:89.
In the next possession, Green scored two more points, but then Wang Xiucheng gave him two easy three-point opportunities, both of which he missed.
Silas simply substituted Green out; if he continued shooting, his shooting percentage would be terrifying.
Meanwhile, the Lakers steadied themselves and, with a combination of field goals and free throws, brought the score to 75-92.
Wang Xiucheng dribbled the ball past half-court again, faked out Reeves, and made a layup. Reeves then hit Wang Xiucheng's hand from behind, resulting in a foul.
Wang Xiucheng missed the free throw, but Garuba grabbed the rebound and made the shot himself.
79:92.
Lakers are on offense. Reeves makes a mistake under pressure from Wang Xiucheng and Christopher. Wang Xiucheng then assists Christopher, bringing the score closer again.
81:92.
There are 1 minute and 10 seconds left.
The Lakers were on offense, and after 20 seconds, Monk hit a three-pointer, which actually went in.
81:95.
In the offensive transition, Wang Xiucheng dribbled the ball quickly across half-court, easily shook off Reeves, and jumped up to shoot.
DeAndre Jordan, who had been watching closely, pounced on the attack.
Wang Xiucheng smiled at DeAndre Jordan from mid-air, then flicked his wrist, sending the basketball flying to the outside.
Garba, who was originally being guarded by DeAndre Jordan, had retreated to the outside and was now in the corner.
Monk is already on his way, but it looks like he'll be too late.
Garuba caught the ball, made no adjustments, jumped up, and shot it.
Swish!
Three points in.
beep!
Monk fouled!
Garruba scores the penalty.
85:95.
The score difference has finally reached 10 points.
The Lakers inbounded the ball, intending to stop playing and simply run out of time before placing the ball directly on the floor.
If they shoot again and miss, and the Rockets score again, the score difference will be in single digits, which would be incredibly embarrassing.
With the Lakers out of action, the Rockets naturally couldn't play either, so Wang Xiucheng controlled the ball and ran out of time.
Reeves, supporting himself on his knees, stared at Wang Xiucheng from a few meters away.
Until the referee blew the whistle, Reeves took the initiative to come to Wang Xiucheng's side, extended his hand, and said, "There's another game the day after tomorrow, I will get more points than you."
Wang Xiucheng shrugged: "Okay."
Feeling frustrated, Reeves walked past Wang Xiucheng and went to find the others.
"Kid, you played well. Your ball control, that kind of unpredictable speed, how did you do that?"
Just as I was about to leave, a deep voice came from behind me.
Wang Xiucheng looked over and saw a man who was much taller and stronger than himself.
James!
James is really as strong as an ox; even if he were to take in Wang Xiucheng, there would still be half a circle left.
Wang Xiucheng quickly reached out his hand, but James grabbed Wang Xiucheng's hand and pulled him, causing the two to bump chests.
"Quickly answer me, how did you do that move?" James exaggeratedly shook his upper body, imitating Wang Xiucheng's dribbling and feints.
"We Chinese have a book called 'The Art of Ambidextrous Combat,' if you can find it..."
Wang Xiucheng whispered in James's ear, as if afraid someone would hear.
"The art of ambidextrous combat?"
James' eyes widened. He had suspected before that this was Chinese Kung Fu, but he didn't expect it to be real.
Looking at James' serious expression, Wang Xiucheng didn't know what to say.
Could he really have believed it?