I was banned from the Olympics for being too strong

Chapter 146 Chapter 145 Durant: Eye-guiding is useless to me!

Silence!

Everyone stared at this scene in astonishment.

What kind of magical change of direction is this!
It's just too extreme!

At that moment, they all thought that Mo Lang was going to fall to the ground.

In the end, like a horse stepping on a flying swallow, he tapped the water lightly, dribbling the ball with one hand and touching the ground with the other, maintaining his balance, accelerating again, and performing a tomahawk snap!
It's so handsome that it explodes!
The audience shouted frantically again.

Just with this goal, Mo Lang's status in their hearts has been continuously elevated!

At the same time, they also have doubts in their hearts.

Why did Durant suddenly seem to be frozen, standing there and watching Mo Lang pass him?
After this question was raised.

Owen and Harden, who were also amazed by Mo Lang's move, stood up and explained.

"It's not that Adu was frozen, but he knew that if he tried to intercept him forcefully, he would definitely be knocked down by that kid due to the unstable center of gravity caused by inertia!"

"So knowing that he could no longer defend the ball, he would rather give up the ball than be overwhelmed by a trust, so he looks like he was frozen and motionless."

"You have to know that being knocked down by a newcomer is a very embarrassing thing for him, hahaha!"

Harden touched his beard and laughed. He could see Durant being embarrassed, and he wanted to be happy.

"Knocked down? This is impossible, right? The God of Death is a superstar, how could he be knocked down by a newcomer?"

There were also loyal fans of Durand who couldn't believe what Harden said and raised doubts.

Especially seeing Harden's schadenfreude smile, he felt that Harden said those words just to see Death's joke.

"Indeed, as Big Beard said, Tarantula is a superstar, but he is good at offensive scoring and defense, and his personal defensive ability is not strong."

At this time, Irving also stood up and explained: "To be honest, with a change of direction at that speed, even the top defenders in the league can only choose to be frozen or knocked down."

"So this Chinese kid has better ball control than you?"

Obviously some people are not convinced, unwilling to admit that a Chinese is better than their idol.

Prejudice is always a mountain, no matter where it exists.

"He handled the ball better than me. To be honest, if he wasn't from the East, I would have thought Iverson had two apprentices."

Owen generously admitted that Mo Lang's shot was very beautiful.

"However, as for the ability to handle the ball, I have absolute confidence in my own ball handling. Of course, this kid is also good. The future of the NBA belongs to them."

Owen added another sentence later.

However, the tone did not conceal his appreciation for Mo Lang's goal, thinking that the opponent learned from Iverson.

In the league, Iverson's death-changing technique is the most famous and powerful.

Otherwise, everyone wouldn’t be called the Ankle Terminator.

But the latter sentence, the classic saying, the future belongs to them. Obviously, I am better than Mo Lang.

"..."

Everyone in the Huaxia team, who should have stood up and cheered, remained silent.

Because of Owen's words, they brought great guilt.

The more powerful Mo Lang showed, the deeper their guilt.

If it weren't for himself, Mo Lang might have shined in this NBA.

inside the field.

"Damn it, how could this kid have such a perverted ability to change directions!"

The cheers outside the court were like sharp knives piercing Durant's nerves.

I was almost knocked down by the other party!
For a superstar like him, this is definitely a stain on his life!
More importantly, Christine was still watching him from the sidelines, he must not lose!
It's just that he doesn't know.

Years later, he was the only NBA superstar who had not been knocked down by Mo Langhuang.

It became the biggest bragging rights in his life.

……

one-on-one.

Whoever wins serves.

This time Mo Lang continued to attack with the ball.

"Boy, I have to admit that your ability to change direction just now is very outstanding, but if there is only this trick, I won't be fooled a second time."

Durant put away his contempt and started to get serious.

Obviously, he also knew that the kid in front of him was not easy to deal with.

If he is careless again, he may become the one who loses the game.

Is it time to lose face but lose big.

"Just now, you almost stopped me."

In a normal state, Mo Lang might not pay attention to Durant, but at this moment, Mo Lang felt uncomfortable if he didn't show off.

"Very good, kid, you managed to piss me off, and then I'll let you know what a league superstar is!"

Durant was directly overwhelmed by Mo Lang's classic trash talk, and fighting spirit was ignited in his eyes.

It's time for the Death's Scythe to show up.

Bang bang bang!
squeak.

The scene became quiet again, and everyone was staring at the two people in the field intently, only the two were constantly coming in and out to attack and defend.

While they were looking forward to whether Mo Lang would bring another surprise, they were also looking forward to whether the death scythe would ruthlessly harvest Mo Lang.

Durant, who got serious, became extremely cautious in his steps.

His eyes were fixed on Mo Lang's eyes, as if he wanted to see through all of Mo Lang's intentions.

At this time, two figures seemed to emerge from behind the two of them.

One is the god of death holding a huge scythe, with hollow eyes, obviously without any expression, but everyone seems to have heard the voice of the god of death laughing in their ears, making people's scalp numb and shuddering.

On the other side, I thought that the god of war with a long spear in his hand and wearing an armor had a resolute expression, but his eyes were full of arrogance, that kind of attitude that I am the only one in the world, even if you are the god of death, I will fly away with a single shot, awesomeness!

Every time the two test each other is a confrontation between the God of Death and the God of War.

The scene was very tense.

Mo Lang kept coming in and out, teasing Durant.

Of course, he was also very uncomfortable.

Can't get in, can't get out, can't get out.

Sweat kept dripping.

Mo Lang looked at Durange.

NBA superstars, even with mediocre defensive abilities, have brought great pressure to their current self.

But this is the only way to make your blood boil, isn't it!

Mo Lang broke through to the right with the ball again.

Durant saw this and wanted to intercept to the right, but saw Mo Lang looking to the right and left.

He sneered in his heart.

"Young people are still a little immature."

But when he was defending half a step to the left, he suddenly discovered that Mo Lang was actually breaking through to the right!
Four typing words suddenly appeared in his mind!
Eye inducement!

This kid can seduce eyes!

Mo Lang passed Durant again.

But when Mo Lang made a layup, Durant chased after him, jumped up, and slapped the basketball in Mo Lang's hand fiercely with one hand!
The whole person appeared behind Mo Lang silently like the god of death, showed a ferocious smile, and fiercely waved down the sickle that shone with cold light in his hand!

It turned out that Durant did not defend to the right again, but chose to turn around immediately and catch up with Mo Lang directly, because he knew that defending to the right would only be half a step slower, and only by turning around and chasing him would he be half a step behind!

"Boy, do you think that eye-guiding is useful for a superstar like me!"

Durant showed a ferocious smile, and he was bound to give Mo Lang a big hat!
Everyone in this one was shocked by Durant's reaction speed. Is this the adaptability of a superstar!

It's so scary!
At the same time, it also gave Mo Lang a sigh of relief. Is this the end?

(End of this chapter)