The NBA's Absolute Dominance

Chapter 3 Physical Testing
The next day, under the influence of his biological clock, Tang Bei woke up before dawn.

He had a digital watch that cost him twenty dollars. He had already adjusted it to the time zone. He checked the time and it was just past four in the morning. It was still pitch black outside, and Eric Fleischer was still fast asleep on the bed next to him.

He sleeps very well. No matter how tired he is the day before, he usually only needs four or five hours of sleep. He gets up at this time every day to practice martial arts.

He primarily practiced internal martial arts, especially Tai Chi, and also learned Xingyi and Bagua. He studied under masters in all three styles and received the true teachings in both training and fighting techniques.

In terms of external martial arts, he mainly uses Northern styles such as Bajiquan and Tongbeiquan, but he has also learned Southern styles such as Hung Kuen and Wing Chun.

He learned a wide variety of other techniques. He was a martial arts fanatic, learning whatever came his way, including practical combat techniques such as the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands, boxing, Sanda, freestyle wrestling, and judo.

He even studied Aikido for a period of time with a Malaysian Chinese who was visiting relatives in Tianjing, and he practiced it quite well.

First, he practiced standing meditation for an hour. When he was practicing his boxing, he was afraid of disturbing Eric Fleischer, so he went to the outhouse to practice.

This was the first time he had practiced boxing in the outhouse, right next to the toilet. Although it didn't smell much, it felt quite strange.

He stopped practicing around 7 o'clock when his stomach started growling loudly and he couldn't practice any longer.

Slowly draw back the curtains, and outside you'll find a huge stadium, bustling streets, and many skyscrapers in the distance.

Looking at the modern metropolis before him, and then recalling the dilapidated and backward state of his hometown, he felt as if he had traveled through time.

Just after eight o'clock, Eric Fleischer's cell phone, which was on his bedside table, rang.

"The dog touched you."

Tang Bei saw Eric Fleischer wake up and hurriedly greeted him.

"Morning!"

"Oh, Tang, you're already up?"

Eric Fleischer quickly got up, greeted them, answered his phone, said a few words, and then hung up.

A minute later, he opened the door. There were two men outside. After exchanging a few words, he brought one of them in.

“Tang, this is John Liu. He is half Chinese; his father is Chinese,” Fleischer introduced.

"Hello, Tang, I'm John Liu, you can call me John..."

"Hello, John."

John Liu gave a brief self-introduction. His Mandarin wasn't perfect, but it was acceptable, and he had a slight Cantonese accent.

However, they treated Tang Bei quite well. His father was a Malaysian Chinese and did not discriminate against Tang Bei, who came from mainland China.

Tang Bei was also very happy. Finally, someone who could speak Chinese had come. Being unable to communicate with others was a great pain.

Just then, his stomach growled. Eric Fleischer smiled and immediately picked up the room phone to order breakfast for two.

"Tang, I'm an NBA agent. Do you want to play professional basketball? I can help you get into the NBA and make a lot of money."

"Mr. Fleischer, I'm not kidding, you really want me to play professional basketball?"

"Yes, but before that, I need to see your talent. I'll arrange a physical test for you, and then you'll play a few professional matches."

"OK."

With John Liu's help, Eric Fleischer and Tang Bei finally managed to communicate, and the result was a happy ending for everyone.

Tang Bei's spirits lifted. Although he had thought about playing professional basketball yesterday, it was just an idea. He had no idea how to play professional basketball in New York, a place he knew nothing about.

The only solution I can think of is to play basketball on the street like those people did yesterday, but that might not be professional basketball; it's more like street performance.

Now he's wondering if Eric Fleischer was his basketball opportunity, or if his appearance was arranged by the magic box.

Or perhaps, the treasure chest can predict the future?
Just then, breakfast was served. When he saw the food, he didn't start eating immediately. Instead, he said, "Mr. Fleischer, this food must be very expensive. I don't have the money to pay."

After John Liu translated, Eric Fleischer smiled and said, "Don, you can call me Eric from now on."

I'll pay for all the food. Until you make it to the NBA, I'll pay for everything. It's my investment in you.

“Investment? Okay, Eric, then I won’t be polite.” Tang Bei began to wolf down his food, finishing it all in just a few minutes.

Seeing that Tang Bei still seemed unsatisfied, Fleischer knew he wasn't full, so he ordered a second portion, then a third, a fourth, and a fifth, all for two people.

Even though they knew that someone as big as Tang Bei must have a huge appetite, they were still very surprised that he could eat the equivalent of ten people's worth of food by himself.

After they finished eating, Eric Fleischer took Tang Bei out of the hotel and to New York University for a physical exam.

"I've really struck gold."

As the data came out, his heart beat faster and faster.

Static talent S+ level, which is the physical condition that only top centers possess.

In terms of dynamic talent, the maximum bench press is 230 kg, vertical jump is 85 cm, standing reach is 287 cm, vertical jump reach is 372 cm, running jump is 101 cm, running reach is 388 cm, and 40 yards sprint time is 4.45 seconds, all rated S+.

Holding this double S+ level physical test data, his hands were trembling.

Because these physical test results are even slightly better than those of Shaquille O'Neal, whom he drools over.

A maximum bench press of 230 kg is probably the highest in the NBA; even Karl Malone couldn't match that.

Furthermore, Tang Bei has a longer arm span, making bench press more difficult for him, so in terms of actual strength, Tang Bei is definitely stronger than the Postman.

In addition, Tang Bei is only 19 years old. As his body matures, his strength will definitely increase further. A 19-year-old postman's maximum bench press is definitely not 230 kilograms.

Another point is that Tang's strength is more balanced than the Postman's. His thighs are incredibly thick, and his lower body strength is very strong, while the Postman's strength is mainly in his upper body, and his core strength and lower body strength are average.

But what excited him the most was that Tang Bei's speed was something that a 135-kilogram, 213-centimeter-tall man could not possess; his explosive power was extremely strong.

Such athletic talent is a once-in-thirty-years phenomenon.

Tang Bei also curiously looked at his physical test data. He only knew his height and weight, but not the rest.

Eric Fleischer then had Tang Bei undergo a test of his basic basketball skills.

This is Tang Bei's weakness; he has never formally practiced basketball fundamentals, and many of his technical movements are not standard.

But Fleischer wasn't disappointed, because he could see that Tang Bei had excellent flexibility, balance, and coordination, and he was sure he could improve; all he lacked now was practice.

“Tang, let me see your wrist,” he said.

Tang Bei stretched out his arms, his palms were strong and his wrists were very thick, especially his forearms which were unbelievably thick, exuding a strong sense of power.

Fleischer said, "Your wrists are too thick, which affects your touch. Your shooting might not be very good in the future. You should practice your free throws more and try to improve them."

After John Liu translated, Tang Bei gave Fleischer a strange look and said, "Eric, my wrists may be thick, but that doesn't affect their dexterity."

As he spoke, he made some hand gestures, and sure enough, his fingers and wrists were very flexible.

Eric Fleischer was stunned; it was the first time he had ever seen someone with such thick wrists perform such dexterous hand movements.

What does this mean?
This suggests that Tang Bei's shooting touch won't be too bad, and he's very likely to improve his shooting.

He didn't know that Tang Bei mainly practiced Tai Chi. How could someone who practices Tai Chi possibly stiffen or kill their own body?
For example, Tai Chi Cloud Hands and the application of Silk Reeling Force both require a very high degree of wrist flexibility.

The data from the treasure chest shows that its flexibility reaches level 90, which is first-class, fully demonstrating that Tang Bei has excellent flexibility.

Next, Eric Fleischer bought Tang Bei some things, such as clothes, sneakers, and a Motorola phone, spending over a thousand dollars in total, as a gift for Tang Bei.

Wearing new clothes, Tang Bei's country bumpkin vibe almost completely disappeared.

"This is a cell phone?"

He curiously picked up the phone and looked at it over and over. Very few people in China use this thing. He had heard that a mobile phone costs tens of thousands of yuan. When those big mobile phones first came out, he heard that they cost tens of thousands of yuan. He never thought that he would be using a mobile phone today.

"It's just too small, so it's not very convenient."

The phone looked unusually small in his hand, so he could only poke the buttons with one finger, and he had to be careful, only using the tip of his finger. The best way was to use a small stick instead of his finger.

(End of this chapter)