Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 235 - 233: Invisible Bragging, the Most Deadly! (Fourth Update!) _1

Chapter 235: Chapter 233: Invisible Bragging, the Most Deadly! (Fourth Update!) _1

"Sword Control Technique!"

Just then, Wang Qingquan mysteriously had a small sword of about 10 centimeters in his hand, which he held with both hands.

Both Ren Feifan and Yuan Xuejiao burst into laughter. This Wang Qingquan sure was amusing, even using Sword Control Technique, his signature spell. Yan Liang stood no chance!

Only when Yan Liang saw the sword in Wang Qingquan’s hand did he realize he had been fooled, his face turning somewhat dark.

However, he didn’t want to drag it out. Instead, he glared coldly at Ren Feifan and said, "Coward, if you can’t even play bullfighting, don’t bother with basketball. You’re not worthy!"

Ren Feifan shook his head, completely unaffected. He calmly replied, "You sure do talk a lot! It appears I need to find something to shut you up."

Ren Feifan weighed the ball in his hand and continued, "This ball seems good, should be enough to keep things quiet. How about this - I’ll play a match with you. Whoever loses, has to swallow this ball. How’s that?"

Yan Liang was delighted and immediately agreed, saying, "Okay! The loser has to eat the ball!"

Ren Feifan nodded, seemingly carefree. If a cultivator couldn’t play a simple game better than a mere mortal, it would truly be laughable.

"How should we compete? You decide," said Ren Feifan.

Upon hearing this, Wang Qingquan quickly advised, "Don’t, third bro, this guy just wants to embarrass you. You’re a newbie; of course, you should set the rules!"

Yuan Xuejiao also grabbed Ren Feifan and said, "Junior, you’ve just learned how to dribble. What’s there to compete with him over?"

Ren Feifan just smiled and said nothing.

Yan Liang understandably didn’t think that there was any chance of him losing, and he didn’t feel the need to take advantage of Ren Feifan. So he suggested, "Alright, since you’re a beginner, we won’t do a 1v1. Let’s keep it simple and straightforward - we’ll do a one-minute shooting match to avoid any accusations of me taking advantage."

"Of course, I can’t be the only one deciding the rules. So, you pick the shooting location. I’m fine with three-pointers, or even right under the basket," said Yan Liang with a smug smile on his face, as if he had already won.

Even if this kid chose right under the basket, Yan Liang had full confidence that he could beat him. He had always been a key player for his school team, sinking tens of thousands of shots from various positions with deadly accuracy.

If he lost to a novice like this, he’d might as well eat shit.

"What’s your most proud skill?" Ren Feifan suddenly asked.

Yan Liang was taken aback, not expecting the question. But he quickly responded with evident pride, "I was the three-point king of Jiangnan University last year. I could beat professional players in long-distance shooting!"

"Oh." Ren Feifan nodded, "Then let’s have a long-distance shooting competition."

What?

Yan Liang’s eyes widened in astonishment. A long-distance shooting competition? Was this idiot trying to walk into his trap?

Challenging him at his strongest point? He must be a fool.

Ren Feifan’s roommates and Yuan Xuejiao immediately started urging Ren Feifan to change his mind upon hearing this.

"Feifan, don’t, let’s go for short-distance shooting instead, we might stand a better chance that way."

"Yeah, Ren Feifan, please think it over, this basketball doesn’t taste good at all!"

But Ren Feifan just grinned and replied, "It doesn’t matter. Dealing with garbage like him, close and long distance will yield the same result."

Hearing this, Yan Liang sneered, "Then let’s warm up."

Since this idiot wanted to challenge him to a long-distance shooting competition, Yan Liang would do him the favor!

He was going to make Ren Feifan feel the true meaning of despair!

Yan Liang stood outside the three-point line, his back to the basket, spun around, and flung the ball. Swish! Nothing but net!

His suave movements immediately caught the attention of all his cheerleaders, eliciting screams of delight.

The next second, he took out another ball from the basket beside him. From outside the three-point line, he tossed the ball with one hand.

"Swish!"

It went in again!

Until now, Yan Liang had a 100% shooting percentage during the warmup, causing everyone to worry deeply for Ren Feifan.

Seeing that Ren Feifan remained unmoved, Wang Qingquan quickly said anxiously, "Third bro, start your warm up and familiarize yourself with the ball and the basket. The feel of the ball is really important!"

Ren Feifan waved him off: "I don’t need to. I’m a bit lazy."

"Third bro, please don’t bluff. We’re worried for you. This basketball is made of bull hide. Even if you were to cook it, it wouldn’t taste good! When the time comes, remember, we won’t help you eat it!"

Before long, the designated warm-up time ended. Yan Liang was in great form with a scary 90% shooting rate from the three-point line.

Thanks to Yan Liang’s participation, no one was paying attention to the game on the other side anymore. A dark mass of people gathered around Ren Feifan’s court. Yan Liang’s cheerleaders were already cheering and jumping around.

"Time’s almost up. Do you want to go first or should I?" Yan Liang spun the ball in his hand and balanced it on his finger, causing another round of screams from the girls.

"Whatever." Ren Feifan showed no change in emotions, making his roommates wonder if he was even here for the competition.

Who could be this casual, even skipping the warm-up?

"Since you’re so indifferent, I’ll go first."

Yan Liang’s mouth curled into a cruel smile. What was crushing defeat?

It was to make an opponent aware that they’re on the brink of defeat even before the competition had started!

This was the kind of torturous pleasure he, Yan Liang, sought.

Yan Liang dribbled the ball with one hand and arrived at the three-point line. He stared at the basket, took a deep breath, and was just about to throw when a voice interrupted him.

"Wait a minute."

Yan Liang paused and looked at Ren Feifan, asking, "What more do you want? Changed your mind?"

Ren Feifan pointed at the basketball in Yan Liang’s hand and said, "Didn’t you say I could choose the location? The long-distance shooting I mentioned is not from where you are."

"So that’s it. You point, I shoot."

Yan Liang wasn’t afraid of any precise long-range shooting, so he didn’t worry about this.

All eyes were on Ren Feifan, curious to see where this newbie would make his shot. But a second later, everyone was stunned!

Ren Feifan directly walked from the three-point line to the free-throw line, then pointed at it.

"Shoot from here."

Yan Liang was instantly annoyed, "Are you insane? Do you even understand the rules! Long-distance shooting must be at least from beyond the three-point line!"

Suddenly, the surrounding spectators burst into laughter. A person who couldn’t even differentiate between the three-point line and the penalty area was actually challenging the captain of the foreign language department’s basketball team. This was pure fantasy.

"Get lost, garbage who can’t even tell the difference between the free throw line and the three-point line!"

"How dare you compete with our idol! Get lost!"

"Haha, shooting from the free throw line for a long-distance competition. I’m dying of laughter!"

Despite the mocking from the crowd, Ren Feifan showed no change in expression, instead closing his eyes and waiting for the scene to quiet down.

After a long time, the laughter finally subsided. Suddenly, Ren Feifan opened his eyes, spun around sharply, and pointed at the basket on the other side with a cold tone, "Sorry for the misunderstanding, but when I mentioned long-distance shooting, I was implying that basket – on the opposite side!"

The moment those words were said, the entire basketball court fell silent. Those who had been laughing a second ago were now stunned. Following the direction of Ren Feifan’s finger, they saw a quiet basket - 25 meters away.

Yes, a basket 25 meters away!

If he measured the distance from this free throw line to the opposite basket, it was a full 25 meters!

That was equivalent to four three-point lines!

He must be insane! How could anyone make that shot?!

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