Jabberwock rest area.
Bang...
Jason Siber kicked over a bench in the rest area. The loud noise suddenly exploded in the already slightly depressing rest area, like a thunderclap out of nowhere, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
The bench fell to the ground with a loud bang under the powerful impact, making a harsh friction sound, and slid on the ground for a distance before stopping. The items that were originally neatly arranged were also shaken and scattered all over the ground, and the whole scene was a mess.
"Asshole... damn... damn monkey."
Jason Siber's eyes were wide open, revealing a mad and fierce look in his eyes. His eyes were like a hungry wolf, revealing a fierceness that wanted to eat his opponent alive.
His face was red with anger, as if he was ignited by anger. The muscles on his red face were twitching slightly because of anger. His fists were clenched tightly, and the blue veins on his hands were bulging like little snakes, showing the uncontrollable anger and unwillingness in his heart at the moment. His whole body was trembling slightly, like a boiling closed kettle, full of steam, but unable to be discharged. The suppressed emotions seemed to be ready to explode completely at any time, dragging everything around into the vortex of anger.
The other players of Jabberwock also looked unhappy. They all had gloomy faces, frowned brows, and their eyes showed varying degrees of worry and regret.
They had never expected that they would be pushed to this extent. Originally, in their view, this game was just like many previous games. It would be an easy victory and they could easily crush their opponents with their superior strength.
But the reality dealt them a heavy blow, putting them in such a passive situation, which was really hard for them to accept.
Nick wiped the sweat from his head. Fine beads of sweat kept appearing on his forehead, showing how tired he was at the moment.
He frowned and spoke.
"I didn't expect the other party to be so strong. If this continues, it might not be good!"
There was a hint of worry in his voice and his eyes were full of uncertainty about the direction of the next game. After all, the strength shown by the opponent had exceeded their expectations. If they continued to play as before, they would likely put themselves in an even more disadvantageous situation.
Zach still said with some disbelief.
“They felt completely different from the Orientals we had encountered before.”
As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, with a look of astonishment still on his face, as if he had not yet recovered from the fierce confrontation on the court. His mind kept recalling the scenes of his fight with the opponent, and he could not understand why these oriental players could burst out with such powerful strength, which was completely different from the oriental basketball players they had known before.
Alan said solemnly.
"Especially No. 95. His strength suddenly became terrifyingly strong. I am no match for him at all."
At this point, he couldn't help but shudder. Recalling the scene where he was blinded by Yin Yue's moves and had no power to fight back, a deep feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.
The feeling of fear seemed to envelop him once again, making his face even gloomier.
When they heard him mention No. 95, everyone's expression became a little more serious.
So far in the game, the person who impressed them the most was Yin Yue wearing the No. 95 jersey.
They never imagined that Yin Yue's strength would be so strong that no matter who defended him, he would be easily broken through.
He is like a ghost on the court. He can always rely on his ghostly speed, superb skills and those strange moves to cleverly avoid defense and create scoring opportunities. He is simply hard to guard against.
It also has the strange ability to make people lose their vision, which makes them feel a little cold when they think about it now.
Every time facing Yin Yue, it was like facing a mysterious opponent. I had no idea what he would do next and could only respond passively, but I was always caught off guard.
The second one is Murasakibara who entered the Noh Zone.
With many years of experience in playing basketball in the United States, they naturally know what Zone is. It is a rare super state that can greatly enhance the players' strength on the court.
The opponent was actually able to play on par with Jason Thibo who was also in the Zone state, which had overturned their perception of Orientals.
Jason Thibaud is a man with a body chosen by God. His physical fitness is abnormal. In the past, he was basically invincible in the Zone state, but now he has encountered an opponent who can compete with him.
"Should we change our tactics next?"
Alan suggested.
He really didn't want to defend Silver Moon. Not only was the pressure too great, but the most important thing was that he couldn't defend it at all.
The opponent's strength has crushed him in all aspects, and he also has a strange ability that makes him suddenly blind. This is too much pressure on him.
He didn't want to experience such a hopeless thing again. When he thought of the feeling of being trapped in darkness and powerless to resist, he felt a pang of fear in his heart.
"Shut up, everyone."
Suddenly, a loud shout was heard. The voice was cold and majestic, with an unquestionable tone, like a biting cold wind that instantly swept through the entire rest area.
The rest area, which was originally full of discussions and some noise, suddenly became silent. Everyone seemed to be strangled by the neck. They were silent in an instant, and all eyes turned to Nash who was sitting there. It was he who had shouted that.
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