The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City
Chapter 56 - 56 56 Stalemate

56: Chapter 56 Stalemate 56: Chapter 56 Stalemate Ye Xuan’s eyes, at this moment, were like two crescents, extremely beautiful.

But at this moment, no one was paying attention to her looks; everyone’s gaze was glued to the basketball court.

Score a basket easily?

Damn, why does it feel like playing against elementary school kids?

“Tch, thought you were pretty tough, huh,” Zhong Tianchen mocked proudly at that moment.

Just a moment ago, this bastard was calling me trash, and now isn’t he the same?

“Kid, you’ve got guts, watch my offense,” Tang Bing said fiercely as he started his advance with the ball.

Zhang Fan followed Tang Bing unhurriedly, with an easygoing expression.

When Tang Bing leaped to make the layup, Zhang Fan made his move.

A big palm slapped directly onto the ball.

“Damn, another block,” someone exclaimed.

The crowd watching suddenly fell silent.

Blocking, although not as spectacular as the previous block on Zhong Tianchen, but to block on the first attempt, what kind of grudge is this?

At least the first time Zhong Tianchen attacked, it was a steal.

“Thanks,” Zhang Fan said, dribbling the ball and jogging away.

“Guess if I’m going to shoot directly or make a layup,” Zhang Fan teased.

Tang Bing roared in anger, “Guess your sister.”

Zhang Fan’s eyes widened: “My sister is watching from the side, don’t talk nonsense.”

Saying so, Zhang Fan dashed forward.

A layup, still a layup.

“Clang.”

The ball went in.

2:0!

Everyone was already somewhat numb.

It seemed, Zhang Fan scoring, that was damn normal.

Now it was Tang Bing’s turn to attack.

Zhang Fan still followed right behind him, not stealing the ball.

Everyone guessed what Zhang Fan was going to do next.

Blocking!

When Tang Bing’s ball was once again slapped down by Zhang Fan, he finally couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Shit!”

The curse provoked a burst of laughter.

“Hey, don’t give up on healing; it’s just 2:0, maybe there’s still a chance, oh.”

Zhang Fan, holding the ball, grinned cheekily and then, with a splendid jump, shot the ball.

“Next!”

Su Haoran took the court.

His eyes sparkled with a strong fighting spirit.

However, again 3:0.

A complete defeat!

“Next!”

Lin Tao took the court.

The result, another 3:0!

No exclamations, just numb looks directed at the basketball court.

Brutal, damn brutal.

Including Luo Ywei, five people had already ended with zero points.

However, everyone’s gaze fell on Ouyang Feng.

That talented basketball player, the strongest in provincial basketball history.

Now, was it finally his turn?

In these three years, whenever he played, the MVP was always his.

“I’m quite surprised you’re this strong,” Ouyang Feng no longer underestimated him at this moment, his eyes glittered with a sharp light, like a knife, stabbing into the hearts of those around him.

Zhang Fan chuckled and teased, “Hope you’re not as weak as they were, otherwise, it’d be quite boring.”

“Zhang Fan, don’t get cocky.

With the captain on, you’re definitely going down,” Tang Bing and his crew immediately shouted coldly.

“Heh, is that so!” Zhang Fan laughed coldly.

“Zhang Fan, take down Ouyang Feng!”

Gao Qi led the way, roaring loudly.

“Take down Ouyang Feng.”

The thunderous sound echoed and traveled outside the school.

People outside the school craned their necks to look inside.

They all knew that the Shenglan team had gone to First High, but they weren’t students and couldn’t enter the school.

So there they were, awkward as hell, only able to lean against the big iron gate and peek inside.

Yet, inside was a sea of people, all crammed together.

Dammit, they couldn’t see jack.

Utterly disappointed, they were.

Ouyang Feng’s die-hard fans immediately became agitated.

How could Ouyang Feng, of all people, be defeated, they thought.

Instantly, those backing Ouyang Feng roared out.

“Ouyang is the coolest, Ouyang is invincible!”

“Traitors, traitors.”

Supporters of Zhang Fan roared out in response.

Dammit, we’re all from the same school, and yet they dared not support Zhang Fan, calling them traitors.

Thus, two different choruses of shouting reverberated through the school.

Zhou Jie’s face turned an alarming shade of red.

Beating five players from Shenglan one after another, and with a 3:0 bald score too—when had First High ever been this trendy?

“Old Wang ah, you’ve finally nurtured a good student,” Zhou Jie’s voice trembled as he spoke.

Damn it, this time, those bastards from Second High looking for a laugh can all drop dead.

“Take down Ouyang Feng!”

“Knock down Zhang Fan!”

The roar grew weaker, for Ouyang Feng had already stripped off his jacket.

“Ahhh!”

Upon seeing Ouyang Feng’s muscles, a horde of female fans immediately started screaming.

“My Ouyang is the handsomest.”

“Ouyang, I want to have your baby monkeys.”

Ouyang Feng walked up to Zhang Fan and said coldly, “It’s your turn for the tip-off.”

Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a smirk, “No, you can have it, otherwise when you lose later, you guys will make excuses.”

“How could my Ouyang lose, Zhang Fan, just go die.”

“Destroy Ouyang, down with the brain-dead fans.”

With a single sentence, Zhang Fan once again sent the scene into a frenzy.

The brain-dead fans from both sides immediately started bickering so fiercely they were almost at each other’s throats.

Ouyang Feng let out a low chuckle and then firmly took the ball, “Alright, this time I’ll make you lose convincingly.”

Zhang Fan was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately felt annoyed.

Shit, he had been played by Ouyang Feng.

Everyone knows, when two equally skilled players go one-on-one, whoever starts with the ball has a slight edge.

Cunning dog!

Zhang Fan cursed inwardly, but his eyes began to shimmer with determination soon after.

So what if he let him start with the ball?

Three years ago, even with a leg injury, he had defeated Ouyang Feng.

With his current self, his All Attributes had doubled—could he really not defeat this guy?

Ouyang Feng stood outside the three-point line, dribbling back and forth, the ball a blur of motion beside him.

Zhang Fan watched intently, suddenly all too aware of the seriousness of the situation.

This dribbling speed was levels above even Zhong Tianchen and the others.

“Here I come,” Zhang Fan charged forward, stepping out with his right foot.

In an instant, Ouyang Feng made his move.

With a fierce slap of his left hand, he shot off to the right side.

Zhang Fan retracted his foot and with a powerful stride of his left leg, positioned himself in front of Ouyang Feng.

Think you could get past?

Not a chance!

Zhang Fan reached out his hand, eyes fixed firmly on the ball in Ouyang Feng’s hands.

However, Ouyang Feng pulled his wrist back, retreating along with his body, swiftly avoiding Zhang Fan’s attempt.

Zhang Fan’s eyes lit up.

It seems that in these three years, Ouyang Feng had improved quite a bit.

Zhang Fan pressed forward relentlessly, eyeing the ball in Ouyang Feng’s hands.

The strongest defense is offense.

Purely defending will only lead to passivity.

And Ouyang’s heart was gradually sinking.

The game three years ago had deeply agitated him.

Whenever he had free time, he would be practicing, a fact unknown even to his coach.

Everyone saw his glory on the court, but who knew of the toil he endured off of it?

He couldn’t understand how Zhang Fan, who had not played for nearly three years, could possess such skill.

The two of them interwove across the court, advancing and retreating, tangled in the throes of competition.

Everyone held their breath, eyes glued to the players on the court.

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