Chapter 67

Marbury drove with the ball, Marbury was in control, Marbury was full of fakes, Marbury suddenly changed direction and accelerated.

Such fast speed.

Su Yan was frozen in place, Marbury tore through Su Yan's defense.

Wait?!

Holy! Shit!

A basketball appeared in front of Su Yan, he... he clearly barely moved, it seemed he just raised his hand casually, yet as if by magic, he stole the ball from Marbury.

Such amazing stealing ability.

Pfft.

Such powerful predictive ability.

The Bulls' counterattack, Su Yan threw a long pass to Pippen, who was sprinting to the front court, a three-step layup, holding the fire to the sky, the old man feeling young again.

Clang!

Pippen scored with a one-handed dunk."

Mike Breen was spitting, commentating passionately.

"Oh? No pre-defensive action, a sudden swipe, and he stole the basketball from my hands in one go? How is this possible?!"

Marbury's inner thoughts.

But the next moment, he felt it was luck.

As for the "Master of Prediction," this nickname for an undrafted player, would he, an All-Star starting point guard, care or mind?!

Clearly not.

Then in the next possession.

The indifferent Marbury, once again strolled leisurely, calmly singling out Su Yan.

In his view, singling out an undrafted player is not too simple; if there is no help defense, it's basically giving away points.

The result.

His continuous changes of direction, accelerated breakthrough, shook off Su Yan by half a body, pulled up for a jump shot, but was solidly blocked by Su Yan.

Why?!

The reason is simple; although his footwork was half a beat slow, Su Yan under the 【Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】 predicted in advance, gave up the drive in advance.

Went straight to Marbury's shooting spot.

That naturally allowed him to catch up and block it.

"This is possible?!"

A flash of surprise appeared in Marbury's eyes.

Not to mention the mediocre-talented Su Yan, even for a general defensive stalwart, after being pulled half a body length away, there would be no way to interfere with his shot.

Blocking is even harder.

How did Su Yan do it?!

Marbury was puzzled.

But although puzzled, he still couldn't take Su Yan seriously.

Then... in the next three possessions, Su Yan defended two more successfully; the one Marbury scored was finally stopped by help defense against Su Yan.

"Shit! Bro!"

Marbury's face turned iron blue.

Such an offense under a pick-and-roll made him feel very unhappy even if he scored, and being defended continuously by a rookie undrafted player made him even more unhappy.

Returning to the court, Marbury glared coldly at Su Yan, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

Su Yan:???

What kind of look is that? Who are you trying to scare?

Isn't it just defending you for a few possessions, what, you're not happy?!

It's fine if you're not happy, just don't "flying kick" me!!!