The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City
Chapter 54 - 54 054 Is This a Block

54: Chapter 054: Is This a Block?

54: Chapter 054: Is This a Block?

More than fifty people, like a frenzied herd of bulls, charged at Yu Qiang.

“Fuck, I was just getting into it when you, a son of a bitch, started yelling.

I won’t stop until I beat the crap out of you.”

Yu Qiang was petrified by this scene.

What did these people want to do?

Soon, he found out.

Fists rained down on Yu Qiang like a torrential downpour, causing him to scream incessantly.

Twenty seconds later.

Yu Qiang lay on the ground covered in bruises, his thick glasses shattered, two of his teeth had fallen out, and blood dripped from his mouth.

After beating Yu Qiang, the group roared at him, “Fuck, make a fuss again, and we’ll kill you.”

Having said that, the mob couldn’t wait to gather again, their gaze markedly shifting to the basketball court.

“How many baskets now?”

“One hundred seventy-seven,” someone replied.

“Not bad, not bad, I didn’t miss much.”

The teachers who rushed over were shocked.

Yu Qiang was beaten up by a group?

What had this guy done to incur such wrath?

They were somewhat baffled, but they didn’t dare to blame anyone.

This was public outrage, after all.

Fifty students, even they couldn’t stop them.

Moreover, around the basketball court, several hundred people gathered.

If they all rushed over, the school was sure to make provincial news, and it might even appear on national news.

A school riot, students beating up a teacher…

“Not bad, huh,” Zhang Fan said with a faint smile, the amusement on his face growing deeper.

Zhong Tianchen’s hands were trembling.

Not bad?

He looked at Zhang Fan, who appeared utterly nonchalant, and he nearly ground his teeth to pieces.

Was this guy taunting him?

“Forget it, you win,” Zhong Tianchen said, throwing the ball to Zhang Fan.

If things went on, he had not a sliver of a chance of winning.

It was better to just give the ball to Zhang Fan.

Besides, continuing would only wear him out.

If he spent all his energy on shooting baskets, how would he play later?

“Tss…”

Immediately, hisses rippled through the crowd.

They had not expected Zhong Tianchen from the provincial team to concede defeat directly.

“How many baskets was it?

I lost count,” someone quickly asked.

“One hundred ninety-six,” someone replied, still seemingly eager.

They really wanted to see how many baskets these two could make.

Ouyang Feng really wanted to explode with anger, but Zhang Fan’s relaxed demeanor completely stifled him.

They knew that Zhong Tianchen had tried his best.

If it had been them, nearly two hundred baskets would have overwhelmed them too.

What was with this guy?

Did he take some kind of stimulant today?

Embracing the ball, Zhang Fan flashed a brilliant smile at Zhong Tianchen, “Even though we’re old classmates, I won’t be letting you have the ball today.”

“Pfft!”

A group of people laughed boisterously.

Letting him have the ball?

The guy was from the provincial team; come on, get real, brother.

Although many wanted to curse, they were forced back by Zhong Tianchen’s recent surrender.

Three years ago, the score was 3:1.

What about today?

Could it be 3:0?

Zhong Tianchen wished he could spit a mouthful of blood on Zhang Fan, “Who the heck is letting you, who the heck is your old classmate?

I don’t know you.”

Zhong Tianchen was so angry he could crush his teeth, remembering how back in primary school, he was severely beaten by Zhang Fan and Gao Qi, those two bastards.

Now, he wanted nothing more than to smash a brick on Zhang Fan’s forehead to add a red buff.

“Stop fucking around and start already,” Tang Bing said coldly.

Zhang Fan turned his head and smiled gently, “Don’t shout, it won’t do any good for you later on, because even if I let you, it’s still going to be 3:0, which is pointless.”

“Goddamn it, I can’t take this anymore.”

Outraged shouts erupted, clearly from Ouyang Feng’s brainless fans.

But even normal people were close to losing their patience.

Damn it, how arrogant can you get?

“Heh,” Tang Bing chuckled coldly.

He didn’t speak again, but his fists clenched tighter.

This kid, seriously fucking asking for a beating.

“Come on, baby!”

Zhang Fan teased, then, with the ball, he charged directly towards Zhong Tianchen.

It was time for those who had been angered to vent, and now, it was time to settle the three-year-old bet.

It was time for Ouyang Feng and his gang to pay up.

“Holy shit, it’s starting!”

Everyone fell silent again, their eyes locked on the court.

Zhang Fan went full throttle, reaching the peak of his speed and strength.

He dribbled the ball, and in an instant, he was in front of Zhong Tianchen.

His body swayed left and right, his mouth curling into a dangerous grin.

“I’m past!”

Zhang Fan whispered, then suddenly accelerated, his whole body moving two meters to the right, instantly creating distance from Zhong Tianchen.

At that moment, Zhong Tianchen was covered in cold sweat.

How could Zhang Fan be so fast?

Ouyang Feng and the others were shocked as well, wondering if they could stop such ferocious speed.

Zhong Tianchen dashed toward Zhang Fan, attempting to block his layup.

But it was all too late.

The moment he created space between them, Zhang Fan started sprinting.

He had many options, like shooting directly.

At such a distance, Zhong Tianchen had no time to block.

However, he didn’t want to.

Playing basketball without layups, what’s the difference between that and a salted fish?

At that moment, Zhang Fan was like a gust of wind, drifting lightly across the court.

With the ball in his left hand, he jumped, executed a windmill dunk!

As fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water!

“Bang!”

The violent collision sound echoed the instant Zhang Fan slammed the ball through the hoop.

In an instant, cheers burst out like thunder.

“Left-handed windmill dunk, damn, is that even possible?” someone conceded.

“Holy shit, I didn’t even see how Zhang Fan got past Zhong Tianchen, is that lightning?”

Listening to these voices, Zhong Tianchen’s face turned red.

He got past me just like that?

Fuck you, if you’re so good, you try, damn it!

Gao Qi and the others wished they could run over and lift Zhang Fan high up in the air.

Damn it, the provincial team didn’t even react before the ball was scored, what a slap in the face.

“Brother, go for it!”

Zhang Xiaoyuan, like a victorious rooster, raised her hands and shouted loudly.

“Zhang Fan, keep it up, annihilate the provincial team!”

Xu Guozhi and Zhou Jie, who had been brought over by Jiang Dashan, were bulging their eyes out.

Fuck, Zhang Fan, this guy, one-on-one with the provincial team and he even scored.

They were annoyed about this very issue, but this scene, how satisfying it looked.

Zhang Fan tossed the ball back to Zhong Tianchen: “Sigh, you’ve regressed, old classmate.”

“Pfft!”

Laughter erupted once again.

Regressed?

But wasn’t it just said that the provincial team has been training hard for the past three years?

Mom, how can a face be slapped so hard.

Zhong Tianchen wished he could stuff the ball into Zhang Fan’s mouth; how could his mouth be so detestable?

Zhong Tianchen took several deep breaths to suppress his anger, then walked straight to beyond the three-point line.

Without hesitation, he started the play.

Zhang Fan stood two full meters away from Zhong Tianchen and chuckled, “I’ll give you a chance, take the shot.”

Zhong Tianchen sneered, take the shot?

Alright then!

Just watch this!

He jumped lightly and shot the ball.

However, Zhang Fan made his move.

He stepped forward, leaped into the air, and his right hand shot up, slapping the soaring basketball down with a slap.

Zhong Tianchen was dumbfounded, as were Ouyang Feng and the others, everyone on the scene was dumbfounded.

Was that a block?

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