His tall body exuded a strong sense of oppression, like an insurmountable mountain.

There was a hint of surprise in Qingfeng's eyes, he frowned slightly, and was secretly shocked.

'This guy was able to catch up, his speed has increased again.'

However, he did not panic because his years of competition experience helped him calm down quickly.

Qingfeng stopped his forward steps and Max reached 0, just like a speeding sports car suddenly hitting a wall and stopping steadily.

He lowered his body, his body like a cheetah ready to pounce, changing direction left and right. The basketball in his hands seemed to have life, changing position rapidly.

He tried to find an opportunity to break through, and every change of direction was intended to confuse his opponent.

For a moment, Qingfeng went into crazy mode.

Super high speed dribbling, start.

The "bang bang bang" sound of dribbling was like rapid drumbeats, playing the BGM for Qingfeng's attack.

For a moment, the two of them entered into a state of fighting with each other, like two ferocious beasts fighting for territory, neither of them giving in.

Attacking and defending, every move was full of strength and skill. The fierce confrontation made the surrounding air seem to be burning.

First it was a normal breakthrough. Qingfeng was like a warrior on the battlefield, constantly charging forward.

His changes of direction are as quick as lightning, and every turn can create a little space for breakthrough; when he retreats, he is as steady as a rock, leaving no chance for his opponent to take advantage; when he rushes forward, he is like an arrow shot from a bow, with an indomitable momentum; his fake moves are so lifelike that it is difficult to tell the real from the fake.

However, Jason Thibe was like an extremely solid fortress. His defense was impenetrable. He could accurately predict Qingfeng's movements every time and block his attacks one by one.

Seeing that he couldn't break through normally, Qingfeng immediately switched to street ball style.

In an instant, Qingfeng's movements began to become irregular, like a fallen leaf in a gust of wind, drifting unsteadily.

His steps were chaotic yet seemed to contain a mystery. His body swayed violently, even becoming chaotic.

He tried to use this unique streetball style to disrupt Jason Thibo's defensive rhythm and find a chance to break through the defense.

Um?

Jason Siber raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Qingfeng in front of him with some surprise.

'Streetball?'

He thought to himself that he had never expected that a Japanese could play streetball so well.

In his original understanding, Japanese people playing street ball was just a joke.

This kind of playing style full of personality and improvisation is probably something only Americans can do.

Qingfeng was like a whirlwind at this moment, his figure flashed quickly with a unique rhythm.

He skillfully controlled the basketball and bounced it around his body. The basketball was like a part of his body, dancing to his rhythm.

Every time it bounces on the ground, the rotation is so precise that it is dazzling.

Suddenly, the basketball flew one meter away from Qingfeng and Jason Thibe. The seemingly out-of-control flight was actually a carefully planned move by Qingfeng.

However, when seeing this scene, there was no trace of surprise on Jason Siber's face.

"Monkey, this technique has long been played out in our area."

His tone was full of disdain, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

As he spoke, he took a step sideways, his movement smooth and agile.

Then he stretched out his hand, and his arm was like a powerful pair of pliers, grabbing the basketball as if he had already won.

hehe……

Qingfeng ignored the other party's ridicule. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and there was a hint of confidence and cunning in that smile.

Then he flashed, his speed was extremely fast, like a phantom, he got one step ahead of Jason Thibo and hooked the basketball upwards with his palm.

This hook seems simple, but it contains his exquisite control of timing and strength. The basketball flies upward, draws a slightly exaggerated parabola in the air, and passes over Jason Thibo's head.

What?

Jason Siber's pupils shrank and his eyes were full of astonishment. He had never expected Qingfeng to do such a thing.

Qingfeng took this opportunity to go around behind Jason Siber. His movements were light and swift, like a nimble flying bird.

Then he raised his hand to catch the basketball falling from above. The whole process was done in one go without any delay.

"You think you can get past me like this, you stinky monkey?"

Jason Thibo shouted angrily, and the sound echoed over the stadium like thunder.

Then he swung his arms behind him, and his strong arms created a gust of wind, full of power.

I saw that the direction in which his arm was swung was exactly where Qingfeng reached out to catch the ball.

Jason Thibo's palm was about to hit the basketball.

At this moment, a gleam of light flashed in Qingfeng's eyes, and his gaze was as bright as the brightest star in the night sky.

He grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, and spoke.

"I don't think I'll be safe."

It was as if he had already guessed that Jason Thibaud would do this.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly changed his hand to catch the ball, and the movement was done in one go without any hesitation.

The basketball was under his control and flew towards Jason Thibo's crotch like a flash of lightning.

Snap...

The basketball made a crisp sound when it hit the ground.

Then, bang...

The basketball flew out from between Jason Thibo's legs.

What?

Jason Siber's eyes widened, filled with astonishment and disbelief.

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