Chapter 865

This time, although he didn't provide much interference on the block.

Nesterovic had firmly established his position under the basket to contest, and Ray Allen's palm was also aimed directly at the block.

The result... all three were posterized, serving as nothing more than a backdrop.

"He clearly had zero vertical talent last season, yet this season he can soar through the air like a flying man—what a terrifying growth in talent!"

Ray Allen felt his scalp tingle.

"Double-team Su Yan, don't let him get a head of steam!"

Old Man Popovich couldn't sit still either; he stood up from the bench and shouted at the players on the court.

One minute later.

As Su Yan brought the ball up again.

The entire Spurs team was on high alert, their defense constantly collapsing inward, as if they were ready to swarm him with all five men the moment Su Yan dared to charge in again...

Still want to posterize everyone with a high-flying dunk? Posterize the entire Spurs team?

Not happening!

However... Su Yan, standing a meter beyond the three-point line, looked at Ray Allen, who had given him half a step of space, smiled slightly, and then launched a three-pointer.

A hundred paces piercing the willow.

"Swish!"

Nothing but net.

Hitting an ultra-long three-pointer over the head of sharpshooter Ray Allen must be a pretty cool thing.

"That's so cool!"

Little Curry in the stands was the first to lose control, waving his fists and cheering for Su Yan.

"You can't leave him open for three either!"

Bowen, clutching his still-aching chest, rushed up to put defensive pressure on Su Yan in the next possession while his teammates collapsed to defend the paint.

He wouldn't even let him shoot the three.

But... how could Bowen alone possibly defend Su Yan?!

"Bang!"

After a brutal collision that knocked Bowen back, Su Yan took advantage of the momentum to step back horizontally, and from a meter beyond the three-point line, he launched another three-pointer.

【Beginner · Midorima Three-Pointer】.

This allowed Su Yan to maintain this extended three-point shooting range.

"Swish!"

The beautiful sound of the net swishing rang out once again.

Su Yan's three-pointer was good again.

He had started the game with a series of ferocious dunks specifically to make the Spurs players wary of his drives, forcing them to collapse their defense.

Only then would he have better space for his perimeter three-pointers.

Just one minute later.

At the left arc, two meters beyond the three-point line, the moment Su Yan brought the ball up, he launched this ultra-long three-pointer again, completely unreasonably.

"He can still make those?!"

Ray Allen couldn't believe it.

But why shouldn't he believe it?

That was fantasy-level basketball ability.

"Swish!"

The beautiful sound of the net swishing rang out once again; Su Yan's ultra-long three-pointer continued to hit with unreasonable consistency.

Countless people stood frozen on the spot.

The next second.

Earth-shaking cheers... echoed throughout the entire arena!!! ===== CHAPTER 867 =====