Chapter 293

The Madman was deceiving people.

It's just... his deception was useless; the body doesn't lie, and Su Yan had been watching the Madman's actions clearly all along.

The moment he turned around.

A flaw appeared.

"Pa!"

Su Yan's hand was fast, accurate, and ruthless, cutting the basketball from the Madman's hands.

The person turned, and the ball was cut away.

Su Yan rushed out instantly, another one-man fast break, Garnett on the flank followed with all his might, chasing to within half a body length of Su Yan.

In this position.

As long as Su Yan went for a layup, he would definitely be able to fly over and chase it down.

How to attack?

Su Yan dared to go for the layup directly.

Looking for a block?

No.

Garnett didn't block it; when the ball went in, the slap he hit on the backboard was late.

Why?

Because Su Yan, reading the defense with the peripheral vision of the 【Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】, saw through that Garnett thought he wouldn't dare to go for a direct layup and would fake a shot to bait a jump.

So his first defensive choice wasn't a block.

Then Su Yan decisively seized the gap for a layup; Garnett, a beat slow, wanted to chase and block in shock, but it was too late.

"This kid... has a big heart."

Garnett snorted.

And Su Yan had no time to deal with Garnett; he was currently focused on messing with the Madman, wanting to destroy one of the "Three-Headed Monster" first.

Scoring a counterattack under the "Wolf King's" defense.

Su Yan returned to the court and found the Madman, revealing an innocent smile, "So much for the accelerated drive, why the turn-around?!

Deceiving people will give you freckles.

And... you even let me steal the ball when you were trying to trick me? Defended by me? What kind of third-rate level is this, and this deserves to be called: 'The wildest genius in history'?!

Self-proclaimed, right?!"

"Stinking brat, what did you say? You look down on me?!"

The Madman, who was already short-tempered, gradually became irritable after being eaten alive by Su Yan on both ends of the court, roaring repeatedly, "I am the 'Mini Jordan' recognized by the outside world.

I am the man linked to the God.

You say I'm not amazing?!"

"Hehe!"

Su Yan smiled disdainfully, "Then I am the 'Jordan successor,' once recognized as the 'Jordan reincarnation.'

What?!

Does that mean I am the 'God of Basketball'?!"

"You!!!"

The Madman was so angry he couldn't speak, gritting his teeth, "Stop showing off; wait until I dunk on your head and shoot in your face.

You'll shut up yourself."

"Hey, hey."

Su Yan spread his hands, "I've heard this before, heard it in the preseason, but you've never fulfilled it once.

The key is.

I told you how I was going to attack, I told you how you were going to attack; in such a situation, you still can't score, and you can't defend me.

You... you are truly unteachable."

"You!!!"

This time the Madman was so angry he couldn't say a word.

He rushed when he got the ball, wanted to force his way through Su Yan, but having already lost his cool, his offense gradually deformed, and in Su Yan's eyes... it was full of holes.

What?

Adding insult to injury.

"Pa!"

Su Yan blocked him again.

Transition offense.

Su Yan shot a 3-pointer from the outside against the Madman, wanting to use an offense he wasn't good at to deal a further blow.

Of course.

This had an element of risk.

But Su Yan hit this 3-pointer; luck was good.

This made the already hot-headed and irritable Madman even more restless, even more unhappy, even more angry; like a man possessed, he attacked the basket against Su Yan again.

Acting like a madman, wanting to score on Su Yan.

But... the offense had completely deformed; Su Yan didn't even defend much, the Madman forced a shot, and the basketball hit the very top edge of the backboard.

Off by a ridiculous amount!!!

"Top edge of the backboard? Hilarious, my grandma shoots better than you!"

Su Yan mocked mercilessly, the sarcasm fully maxed out.

Buzz~

"Madman" Sprewell was like an ant on a hot pan, shaking with anger; he couldn't help but rush in front of Su Yan.

He put his head against Su Yan's body and then bumped him, trying to provoke a physical conflict.

Regarding this.

Su Yan returned the favor, raised his hands high, smiled slightly, and... looked at the referee.

"Beep, beep!"

The referee blew the whistle decisively, made a gesture, and gave "Madman" Sprewell a "T".