Time passed little by little.

The School of Arts and Philosophy also played well. Whenever two or three players from the School of Physical Education came up to defend Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan would pass the ball to his teammates to shoot. If only one player from the School of Physical Education was defending him, he would make a breakthrough shot or a layup!

The School of Arts and Philosophy team went on a scoring run, changing the score to 73-66!

The sports student team was completely outmatched.

As the game was nearing its end, the students watching the game became increasingly restless.

"The Sports Academy can win the game as long as they hold onto their score."

"This year's sports academy team is probably the worst ever. They encountered Zhang Yuan, who is a real liability, and the score went from being down by 25 points to only 7 points!"

"They might turn things around."

Sports Academy Team.

Wang Ba: "Stay calm, we'll definitely win!"

After Wang Ba finished speaking, he dribbled the ball and attacked.

But his confidence was clearly waning.

Because their outside shooting was repeatedly thwarted, the sports academy team simply abandoned their outside offense and focused on strong inside attacks!

Wang Ba, Hei Pang, and Zhao Tuo form a coordinated inside partnership.

Wang Ba passed the ball to Hei Pang, who made a strong layup under the basket, but was interfered with by Da Zhuang and missed the shot. On the other side, Wang Ba jumped up and made an alley-oop, preparing to put the ball back in for a dunk!

However, Zhang Yuan jumped up behind him.

With the Yongquan acupoint and Yaoyangguan acupoint working together, Zhang Yuan jumped high into the air, and a pair of large hands pressed down on Wang Ba from behind like Mount Tai!

Bang!

Another cap!

Wang Ba was numb; he had been blocked by Zhang Yuan for the sixth time, and a sense of fear of being dominated by Zhang Yuan rose in his heart.

Ma Jianhua was lucky enough to retrieve the ball again, and he shouted, "Score another goal!"

Then they launched a counter-attack with the ball.

Chen Qiang, a guard from the Sports Academy, went up to cover, and Ma Jianhua passed the ball to Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan dribbled past both the chubby guy and Zhao Tuo.

At this moment, Wang Ba also caught up.

"Don't even think about going there!"

Wang Ba charged forward with a dark expression.

Zhang Yuan jumped directly from the three-point line, and Wang Ba followed suit, stretching out his large hand to block the shot. However, Zhang Yuan suddenly leaned back, avoiding Wang Ba, and released the ball!

Whoosh!

Goal!

That was a really cool fadeaway jumper three-pointer!!

The stadium erupted once again!

...

73 to 69!

Only 4 points away!

The game has entered its final two minutes!

The sports academy team seemed to have lost their composure. Guard Chen Qiang made a crucial mistake by passing the ball to Zhang Yuan, who then stole it and made a layup!

Wang Ba was anxious and jumped up to try to block Zhang Yuan's shot. Zhang Yuan changed his layup to a hook shot and released the ball.

In his desperation, Wang Ba struck Zhang Yuan directly!

Zhang Yuan's arm was slapped hard.

Everyone saw it.

The referee's whistle blew.

"Number 23 committed a foul, two free throws awarded!"

The crowd erupted in uproar; committing a foul at that moment was utterly inappropriate.

Zhang Yuan made both free throws and added a hook shot for two points, bringing the score to 73-73!

It's a draw!

This result surprised many people; no one could have imagined that the College of Arts and Philosophy could hold the College of Physical Education team to a draw!

There is one minute left in the game.

The ball is in the hands of the Sports Academy team!

This basketball team, composed of professional basketball players, was actually forced to the last minute by the School of Arts and Philosophy team, or more precisely, by Zhang Yuan. They had given up on taking the initiative to attack and tried to stall for time by passing the ball around in order to win the game.

Everyone sighed in dismay.

There's only half a minute left in the game!

If the two teams draw, will the 10,000 yuan prize money be split equally?

Zhang Yuan was calculating the bonus in his mind.

With two teams and substitutes, there are at least twenty people, which means I can only get a maximum of 500 yuan!

Ah, that's too little!

No, no, we have to think of a way!

Wang Ba dribbled a basketball, his face grim, and strolled slowly across the half of the court in the School of Arts and Philosophy, waiting for the game to end.

Seeing Zhang Yuan approaching, he instinctively protected the ball.

"Hey, with your skills being so bad, no wonder Zeng Jingxue doesn't like you!"

Wang Ba was arrogant and considered himself the best basketball player among the freshmen of Tongcheng University. However, he was constantly outmaneuvered by Zhang Yuan in this game, who even tied the score. He was already very unhappy about this, and now that Zhang Yuan had provoked him, he was furious!

If the match hadn't been ongoing, if so many people hadn't been watching, and if school leaders hadn't been present, Wang Ba probably would have already thrown a punch.

Wang Baqi's chest heaved, his mind went blank for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he suddenly realized something was wrong—the ball was gone from his hand.

Zhang Yuan took the basketball and sprinted towards the sports academy's half of the court.

"That damned Zhang Yuan!!!"

"I'm so angry!"

Wang Ba turned around and immediately chased after him.

The countdown to the match has begun.

The referee and the students watching shouted together: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6...

By 5 o'clock, Zhang Yuan had only reached the halfway point, and there wasn't enough time left!

Zhang Yuan threw the basketball directly from half-court!

With the combined force of the internal energy from the Laogong acupoint and the strength of the arm, the basketball spun rapidly towards the basket. Because the shot was released too hastily and the distance was too far, the ball was unlikely to go in.

In this critical moment, Zhang Yuan thought of the little sword spirit again.

"Sword Spirit, help me!"

Zhang Yuan used his primordial spirit to manipulate the sword spirit.

The little sword spirit and Zhang Yuan were of one mind; the moment Zhang Yuan had a thought, it knew what he was going to do.

The sword spirit transformed into a faint stream of light and chased after the basketball. Just then, the basketball was about to hit the rim, but the shot was still a little short of power!

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, rustling the leaves.

With the help of the wind, the basketball landed on the rim and spun rapidly.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats. In the last second, the basketball fell into the basket with the whistle!

76Vs73.

The Faculty of Arts and Philosophy wins!

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

"Oh my god, Zhang Yuan actually made his shot from half-court!"

"The Sports Academy actually lost!!"

\"Ha ha!\"

...

Because of his outstanding performance, Zhang Yuan was named the MVP of the game and received the championship medal personally presented by the vice principal.

After the competition ended, the students who had watched it gradually left.

Zhang Yuan, wiping away the sweat, returned to the rest area with his teammates. Zeng Jingxue unscrewed a bottle of mineral water that had been prepared, ran over with a smile, and handed it to Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan froze for a second, then silently pushed away the bottled water from the school beauty's hand and said: No need!

He had no desire to have anything to do with this woman. Because of Zeng Jingxue's malicious slander, Zhang Yuan had been receiving many malicious glances from boys at school these past two days.

Zeng Jingxue was rejected and felt embarrassed; her smile froze.

She wouldn't have done this if it weren't to make those boys who had feelings for her give up completely. Recently, there have been rumors at school that her relationship with Zhang Yuan is fake, so the school beauty is going to put on a good show.

Zhang Yuan rejected Zeng Jingxue's kindness, and the school beauty Zeng made a deep grudge against him.

That damn Zhang Yuan!

I personally brought him water, and he didn't even give me the slightest bit of face!

This scene, witnessed by many, has sparked considerable controversy.

There were sighs, envy, and jealousy.

Fat Bo: I also really want a girlfriend as beautiful as that, who would hand me water after I finish playing basketball! I would be so touched I would cry.

Bamboo Pole: Wake up, you single dog! You don't have a girlfriend at all!

Fat Bo: Get lost!

...

On the way back, Zeng Jingxue's best friend Chen Li, unaware of the situation, grabbed Zeng Jingxue's hand and became emotional.

"Jingxue, why didn't your boyfriend take the water you brought? By the way, when did you and Zhang Yuan get together? I remember you told me last week that you didn't have a boyfriend!"

Chen Li is somewhat talkative.

Zeng Jingxue was at a loss for words.

"By the way, why do I always feel like your boyfriend is cold towards you, like he doesn't really like you?"

"Has there been some cracks in your relationship?"

The school beauty had a dark complexion.

"We have a great relationship!"

Chen Li laughed. She wisely refrained from asking further, but she still felt that Zeng Jingxue and Zhang Yuan's relationship was strange, unlike that of a typical couple.

...

After the basketball leagues of various colleges ended, Zhang Yuan's life returned to normal.

Cultivation, attending class, cultivating again, sleeping.

The prize money for the competition came down quickly, and Zhang Yuan received 1,000 yuan, much to his delight!

This is his living expenses for one month!

He plans to go outside the school when he has time to see if there is a suitable house to rent for future alchemy practice!

During this period, my cultivation has been delayed because of the basketball game.

As Zhang Yuan's cultivation time increased, he also discovered that the further he cultivated, the more difficult it became to improve his realm.

No wonder many cultivators have spent their entire lives trying to achieve enlightenment!

At this rate, it's impossible to know when I'll reach the level of a Yang God Celestial Immortal!

His cultivation had reached the late Foundation Establishment stage, but he still needed to pass through the Meridian Opening Realm, Golden Core Realm, Yin Spirit Realm, and then the Yang Spirit Realm that Zhang Yuan pursued—an immortal primordial spirit with great supernatural powers!

Zhang Yuan tidied himself up and prepared to go to the back mountain to practice his skills.

Bamboo Pole, who had been wandering around somewhere, returned to his dormitory.

Zhang Yuan, someone is looking for you downstairs!

"Bamboo Pole said, panting."

I was out of breath after climbing just a few flights of stairs; I felt a bit weak!

Zhang Yuandao: "Who's looking for me?"

"I don't know, maybe he's the basketball coach from the sports academy?"

Bamboo pole rubbed the back of his head and leaned against the doorway.

He seemed to have seen the basketball game a few days ago, but Zhu Gan hadn't paid much attention to it, so he didn't have a deep impression of the sports academy's basketball team coach.

That day, his attention was entirely focused on the game and the pretty girls in floral dresses and tight jeans on the sidelines of the basketball court. How could he possibly notice a middle-aged man?

Zhang Yuan said "oh" and went downstairs.