pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 136

Daniel Tyrone's physique was as good as Enzo's.

Is this really the body of a point guard?It made many forward players feel ashamed, and Henry, who is also a point guard, didn't even have the courage to face Tyrone face-to-face. When he thought that he might face this big guy in the future, Henry's head got bigger.

However, Daniel Tyrone turned out to be the shortest in the group.

What Mu Chenfeng cares most about is their numbers. A level like Daniel Tailong can only be ranked 10th among them, and others will only be stronger than him.

In fact, except for No. 1, everyone else has the same level in Mu Chenfeng's eyes. He wanted to see what kind of player could crush all the players and rank first.

Rum was the last player to enter the arena, with the number "1" sticking brightly on the corner of his shirt. He was the strongest player in the training camp.

"Report to the coach!" Rum's voice was thick and powerful, with the posture of an adult, and it was hard to tell from his steady behavior that he was just a 17-year-old boy. "David Rum came to report, and my position is small forward." Rum did not mention his "1" status.

Small forward?Everyone was in an uproar. His height was at least two meters, and his body was covered with strong muscles. It made people think of the No. 2003 pick in [-], the man who was at the peak of his career and dominated the NBA for several years, LeBron James, one of the best players in history.

David Rum's draft template is LeBron James.

In the drafts in recent years, there are not a few players who use LeBron James as a template, but most of them are labeled as parallel imports. After entering the NBA, they have not performed as expected. But David Rum is different. He is unanimously considered by the American media as a talented player who "can never become a parallel import".

"Hey, do you want to fight?" Mu Chenfeng asked.

However, no one paid attention to it, and everyone walked straight in front of him, not noticing his existence at all.

Rum stopped when he passed by, "Excuse me, what did you just say?" The tone was friendly, but it gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression. Mu Chenfeng hadn't responded yet, but Henry's legs were shaking.

Truly worthy of being the No. 1 seed player, he can generate an extremely powerful aura both on and off the court.

"Did I say we want to fight?" Mu Chenfeng repeated.

"Are you sure?" Rum responded coldly, but just four words can give people a creepy feeling.

The hairs all over Henry's body were already standing up, and he pulled the corner of La Muchenfeng's trousers.

"Are you Chinese?" Rum turned his head and asked.

"Yes." Mu Chenfeng straightened his back.

"Go back, this is not the place you should come." Rum's words were very harsh, with deep disdain.

"What are you talking about? Mu Chenfeng is the strongest player here?" Henry couldn't help but speak for Mu Chenfeng.

"The strongest?" Rum looked down, staring at the number on Mu Chenfeng's waist, "Isn't the number here bigger than anyone else's?"

60 is the weakest rep in training camp, and the strongest rep is on Rum.

Henry was speechless. Mu Chenfeng's number was indeed easy to misunderstand, but after the special training on the mountain, the number could no longer represent personal strength.

"What are you pulling?" Henry said angrily after Rum left.

"The visitor is not kind." Cannavaro looked at the generous back and sighed.

"That number will belong to me sooner or later." Mu Chenfeng stared at Rum expressionlessly, and he wanted Rum to pay for what he said.

"What did he say?" Henry asked.

"He didn't say anything." Cannavaro prevaricated.

The last wave of players entered the field, and all 60 players from the training camp arrived.

This is where it really begins.

"The next free match, the low-ranked player wins, the two sides exchange numbers, the high-ranked player wins, and the ranking remains unchanged."

Only the top ten players can be selected.

"Free battle, what should I do?" As soon as the competition system was announced, Henry became anxious.

"Calm down, with our ranking, no one will choose us." Klose reassured, but the words were not rough, and the possibility of players with lower rankings being selected was indeed unlikely.

Everyone wants to improve their rankings, who would be so bored as to challenge those who rank lower than themselves.

A player in the bottom 10 is just as safe as a player in the top 10.

As for the players in the middle position, they fell into a chaotic situation.

"It's really uncomfortable to be a spectator." Just watching other people play, Henry's hands were itchy, and he began to look for "prey" suitable for him in the crowd.

Not to mention, he really found an opponent who was comparable in strength and size to him.

"I want to challenge you!" Henry flicked his finger at the other party.

Coincidentally, Tyrone was passing between the two.

"Ah? Are you going to challenge me?" Tyrone pointed at his nose suspiciously. The free battle was halfway through, and no one dared to challenge the top ten players. Although Tyrone ranked the lowest and had the lowest strength, due to his size and comprehensive skills, no one chose to fight him. Henry accidentally became the first person to eat a crab, even though this crab was not easy to eat.

"No! No! I didn't choose you." Henry hurriedly explained, but it was too late.

According to the regulations, after the two sides of the battle are selected, they cannot be changed.

"Courage is commendable." Cannavaro said sarcastic remarks on the side, and he knew that this matter was a big oolong.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Henry explained awkwardly, and the explanation was weak.

"Come on, warrior." Everyone pushed Henry out together, and he was powerless in the face of the concerted efforts of everyone who resisted in every possible way.

They are both point guards. The difference between Henry and Tyrone is not that big. Tyrone is a few blocks ahead of Henry in terms of "hardware". Tyrone is a head taller than Henry, and he is also a few laps bigger than him. His wingspan and muscle strength are even more incomparable.

As expected, Henry was given a "serious" lesson by the opponent and was carried away at 12:0.

What is more memorable than 12:0 is the process. Henry did not resist during the whole process and was suppressed for the whole game. All 12 points scored by Tyrone came from outside the three-point line, and only 4 shots were used to hit 4 goals. That is to say, his performance outside the three-point line was 100% shooting.

This "12-point" heads-up only took 1 minute and 09 seconds.

Except for Henry touching a basketball once in the opening game, after he failed to make a shot and was robbed of a rebound, he never touched a basketball again.

"Is this the 10th ranked strength?" Klose's expression was dull.

"No." The client, Henry, denied his thoughts, but gave a more terrifying answer, "His strength is far more than that. I can clearly feel that he just let go."

(End of this chapter)