The NBA's Absolute Dominance

Chapter 18 Getting a Beating
The two entered, and after the elevator doors closed, the middle-aged man carrying luggage pressed the button for the 9th floor.

Christine Leitner, a racist who frequently bullied her teammates in the locker room, stared intently at Tang Bei and said coldly without any restraint, "Chinese guy, I heard you think you're more talented than me?"

"John, what did he say?"

Tang Bei sensed a strong malice. Although he couldn't understand what the other person was saying, he was sure it wasn't anything nice.

John Liu hesitated for a moment, but under Tang Bei's sharp, imposing gaze, he still translated it and reminded him:

“Tang Bei, the term ‘Chinese’ is a highly racist term. Don’t be angry, that’s how it is in America.”

Tang Bei's face turned cold, and with a flick of his left hand, he suddenly slapped her across the face.

"Snapped!"

With a loud slap, Christine Lightner was instantly spitting out saliva. Her head was twisted as she was slapped, hitting the elevator wall before collapsing to the ground and falling into a semi-conscious state.

Apart from Tang Bei and Leitner on the floor, the other three were all dumbfounded.

After realizing what had happened, Eric Fleischer couldn't help but smile wryly. Why were there so many idiots provoking Tang Bei everywhere?
John Liu was taken aback at first, then felt a surge of pleasure.

He is half Chinese and also a victim of racial discrimination. The reason he reminded Tang Bei earlier was to see how Tang Bei would deal with racial discrimination. He did not expect Tang Bei to be so tough.

Christine Lightner's agent was terrified. After recovering, he immediately knelt down and cried out, "Kerry, are you alright?"

Christine Lightner's right cheek began to turn red at a visible speed, and she was groaning and still not fully conscious.

"God, what have you done?"

The agent said angrily to Tang Bei.

Tang Bei completely ignored the other party and said to Fleischer, "Don't worry, I didn't use my full strength. My face hurts, but my brain won't be injured."

John Liu didn't understand what "the power wasn't fully utilized" meant, and only translated the second half of the sentence, which relieved Eric Fleischer.

"Ding!"

Then we arrived at the eighth floor, and the elevator doors opened.

Eric Fleischer gestured for Tang Bei to leave first, then said to the agent:

"Sir, the NBA has no tolerance for racial discrimination. I reserve the right to pursue legal action if your player uses racially discriminatory language against my player."

And you'd better shut this guy's mouth, otherwise, if the news leaks, it will definitely affect his draft prospects.

The agent could only smile wryly and accept his bad luck.

As Tang Bei arrived outside his room, he was about to open the door when the door to the next room opened, and a very tall and strong black man came out.

The big, dark-skinned man was wearing headphones and was strangely twisting his body while singing something. Upon seeing him, his face immediately lit up with an exaggerated, beaming expression.

He ripped off his headphones, shook his head, and yelled loudly, "Oh, look! Who do I see? Fear, the deepest fear from the CBA! Oh, haha! Oh, what a ridiculous nickname, ha..."

"Tang, he's Shaq O'Neal, the top pick and the favorite to get drafted first overall," John Liu reminded him from behind.

Tang Bei had just experienced racial discrimination from Laettner and had little interest in greeting the flamboyant O'Neal, but O'Neal said to him:
“Hey kid, I know you. A reporter mentioned you to me. He said you’re incredibly talented, even more so than me.”

At this point, O'Neal's eyes flashed with a defiant and disdainful look as he said seriously, "So kid, tell me, do you really think so?"

John Liu translated quickly, finishing as soon as O'Neill finished speaking. Sensing the undisguised disdain in the other's eyes, Tang Bei said with a "sincere" expression, "That reporter is right, you should believe him."

John Liu was taken aback, and only began translating after he realized what was happening.

After hearing the translation, O'Neal's eye twitched, and he cursed inwardly, "You damn guy is too arrogant. I'll teach you a lesson at the rookie camp and show you what I'm made of."

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and two more people came out and walked towards them.

“Alonzo Morning,” John Liu said immediately.

Tang Bei turned around and looked. Mourning was shorter than him and O'Neal, had a smaller frame, and was not as strong as them. He looked a size smaller overall.

The larger the skeleton, the more flesh it can hold, resulting in greater strength and combat capabilities.

From this perspective, he and O'Neal could maintain a larger size to enhance their physical strength, while Mourning, with his relatively smaller frame, could not.

"David, it's been a long time."

Eric Fleischer stepped forward and extended his hand to Mourning's agent.

"Eric, you're in luck."

As he shook hands, David Falk sized up Tang Bei and said.

Eric Fleischer had no intention of introducing Tang Bei to David Falk; he didn't want Tang Bei to be snatched away by that guy.

"Is this the Chinese guy who said he's more talented than me?" Alonzo Morning looked Tang Bei up and down, a hint of hostility in his eyes.

He learned about Tang Bei from reporters, but he didn't take it too seriously.

Because he is very confident in his talent, apart from the most prominent Kristen Laettner and Shaquille O'Neal, no other rookie center in this year's draft has more talent than him.

"Just a big mouth."

He labeled Tang Bei.

Of course, he greatly envied Tang Bei's height. If he had that height, even Shaquille O'Neal probably wouldn't be able to overpower him.

Mo Ning and Tang Bei happened to be sharing a room, so they shook hands briefly without saying a word, which was how they became acquainted.

He lay in bed with nothing to do, then opened the control panel to check his data.

After a month of training, my physical fitness level improved from 90 to 91, and my other basic skills and advanced skills also improved.

[Center Fundamentals: Shooting 50, Dribbling 59, Hook Shot 37, Floater 35, Layup 76, Dunk 91, Strength 95, Footwork 92]

[Center Advanced Skills: Post-up 91, Low Post Back-to-the-Basket 66, Low Post Face-up 60, One-on-One Defense 90, Help Defense 80, Block 90, Steal 66, Rebound 88, Pick and Roll 70, Playmaking 20, Tactical Ability 60]

Under the trainer's guidance, his basic skills improved by 8 levels in shooting, 10 levels in dribbling (which he focused on training), 5 levels in layups, and 1 level in footwork.

In terms of advanced skills, the post-up game has been upgraded by 1 level, the low post back-to-the-basket game and the face-up game have each been upgraded by 5 levels, the single defense has been upgraded by 2 levels, the help defense has been upgraded by 4 levels, the rebounding has been upgraded by 3 levels, the pick and roll has been upgraded by 2 levels, and the technical and tactical abilities have been upgraded by 5 levels.

These improvements are the result of hard work. When you first start professional training, the improvement rate is very fast.

(End of this chapter)