"Again…"
Luo Zhixiang's competitive spirit was ignited by Wan Yunting, and he defensively took his stance again, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Wan Yunting. "I refuse to believe I can't defend against you!"
Wan Yunting's lips curled into a slight smile. He appeared calm, but to more than a dozen players like Zhou Mian, it was clear the young man looked down on Luo Zhixiang. Zhu Li and the others immediately shouted, "Old Luo, defend him to death…"
Feng Biao stood by with his arms crossed, watching Wan Yunting and Luo Zhixiang play one-on-one. He and Zhang Ying couldn't help but smile. Jiang Peipei said proudly, "What, isn't my old classmate amazing?"
"He's not your boyfriend?"
Zhang Ying turned to look at her. Jiang Peipei blushed and pouted, "No."
"Heh, dressed like that and you say no."
Zhang Ying teased and laughed. When he had asked her to get Wan Yunting for training, Jiang Peipei had agreed without a second thought. Today, she was dressed like this too, so Zhang Ying couldn't miss the girl's little intentions.
"Uncle Ying…"
The teased Jiang Peipei actually stomped her foot in a coquettish manner, a rare sight indeed.
This made Feng Biao and Zhang Ying burst into laughter…
"Ready?"
On the court, Wan Yunting juggled the basketball, looking at Luo Zhixiang in his wide defensive stance. He reminded him with a smile, "Here I come."
"Stop the nonsense, hurry up. Use that Devil's Step of yours again." Luo Zhixiang's eyes were wide open, staring intently at Wan Yunting.
Wan Yunting couldn't help but laugh. What he had used earlier was not some Devil's Step, but a form of Wuji Xubu he learned from his master! He was only in the intermediate stage of practice. If he mastered it, not to mention ordinary people, even martial arts experts would be unable to capture his offensive footwork.
"Then watch closely."
Wan Yunting said, controlling the ball as he unleashed the Wuji Xubu. His constantly changing footwork made him look like a phantom flickering before Luo Zhixiang's eyes. Luo Zhixiang stared in astonishment, his attention seemingly captured by Wan Yunting's shifting steps, as if trying to keep up.
"So fast…"
The players like Zhou Mian and Cao Jinghua watching from the sidelines saw Wan Yunting dribble the ball back and forth while his feet constantly changed their rhythm. He feinted against the defending Luo Zhixiang, making him defensive and flustered. Little did they know, Wan Yunting was just playing with him.
"Old Feng, have you ever seen Wan Yunting's body movements and footwork?"
Assistant coach Zhang Ying was also quite surprised by Wan Yunting's Wuji Xubu. The footwork changed unpredictably with his movements, making it impossible for outsiders to guess his offensive intentions, making him appear very formidable.
Feng Biao was also full of surprise and shook his head, "In all my years, I've never seen such footwork."
Zhang Ying nodded and smiled, "This Wan Yunting really has skills. It seems inviting him as a guest player was the right decision."
On the court, Wan Yunting was still toying with Luo Zhixiang. With several exaggerated feints, he almost made Luo Zhixiang fall.
But it had to be said that he was a professional player, with incredibly quick reflexes. His eyes were fixed on Wan Yunting's ever-changing footwork, and his defense was solid. If it were Zhou Mian or the others, they would definitely not be able to break through his defense.
It was just a pity that Luo Zhixiang was now facing Wan Yunting, whose movements and speed were far superior. After all, he was a martial artist. His body control, coordination, speed, and strength were naturally incomparable to ordinary people, let alone Luo Zhixiang, who was over two meters tall.
"I'm done playing with you."
Wan Yunting said with a smile. The next moment, he suddenly flashed away. Luo Zhixiang froze on the spot. He felt a blur before his eyes, and by the time he reacted, Wan Yunting had already rushed towards the basket with the ball…
Luo Zhixiang could only stand there dumbfounded, watching as Wan Yunting stepped on the two-point line, his leg muscles coiling and springing. He leaped into the air, passed the basketball from between his legs with his right hand, performed a classic move, and then slammed the ball fiercely into the basket with his left hand. He hung onto the iron rim, swaying in the air for a moment before landing…
"Yay, we won…"
Jiang Peipei immediately cheered. Feng Biao, Zhang Ying, and the groundskeepers all applauded Wan Yunting. "Good shot…"
However, Zhou Mian, Cao Jinghua, and the others outside the court were stunned, looking at each other speechlessly.
Wan Yunting threw the basketball directly to the still-dazed Luo Zhixiang and said with a smile, "Now it's your turn to attack, and I'll defend."
Only then did Luo Zhixiang, who had received the basketball, react. His fighting spirit was reignited. Even if he lost by three points now, as long as he scored three points, it would be a tie, and he wouldn't be so embarrassed.
However, Luo Zhixiang's idea was ultimately a fantasy, because with Wan Yunting defending, he was given no opportunity to break through and score. In fact, it was as if Wan Yunting was crushing his confidence, slowly breaking him down until his inner resolve crumbled.
Meanwhile, the dozen players like Zhou Mian and Zhu Li watched Luo Zhixiang. Despite being a head taller than Wan Yunting, he couldn't break through Wan Yunting's impregnable defense after several attempts. He was even dispossessed of the ball once, which infuriated Luo Zhixiang, who began to curse.
"This Luo Zhixiang just lacks patience."
Seeing Luo Zhixiang cursing, Zhang Ying shook his head helplessly. "Yun Ting should teach him a lesson and let him know there are always people better than him."
"How about it, still want to play?"
Wan Yunting tossed the basketball to Luo Zhixiang and said with a smile, "This is your last chance. Even if I let you score one point, you still lose and have to call me Big Brother!"
"I don't need you to go easy on me."
Luo Zhixiang took the basketball, his expression ferocious. His eyes were wide open, staring intently at Wan Yunting, and he gritted his teeth, saying fiercely, "I'll crash into you and see how you defend me…"
The next second, Luo Zhixiang, holding the basketball with both hands, charged forward at full speed, intending to collide with Wan Yunting.
"Luo Zhixiang, what are you doing? Stop!"
This time, Feng Biao, Zhang Ying, and Jiang Peipei shouted in alarm.
Everyone watched as the two-meter-one Luo Zhixiang charged at the one-meter-eight Wan Yunting like a mad bull. If he were to hit him, he would surely be sent flying and injured.
Zhou Mian, Cao Jinghua, and the others outside the court were dumbfounded, not expecting Luo Zhixiang to do something like this in his anger.
"He's finished…"
Some players turned away, not wanting to witness the ensuing scene.
Bang!
However, in the next moment, the expected scene of Wan Yunting being sent flying did not occur. Instead, Luo Zhixiang, as if crashing into an iron wall, was repelled backward. His body slammed heavily onto the court floor, and Luo Zhixiang let out a cry of pain.
"This… how is this possible…!"
This scene left Zhou Mian, Zhu Li, and the dozen players dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at Luo Zhixiang, who was writhing in pain on the floor, exclaiming that it was impossible.
Feng Biao, Zhang Ying, and Jiang Peipei were also shocked. They looked incredulously at Wan Yunting, who stood still and unharmed on the spot, a slight smile on his face as he looked down at the fallen Luo Zhixiang and shook his head…