The NBA's Absolute Dominance

Chapter 6 Tang, I want you to rule the forbidden zone

"These are his physical test data. In my opinion, he is just another Shaq O'Neal. The only thing he lacks is basketball fundamentals and technique."

After sitting down, Eric Fleischer took three folded sheets of white paper out of his pocket and handed one to the two of them.

He specially invited these three general managers using his connections, and even found two on-site commentators, paying some price to have them help promote the show. He really went all out for Tang Bei's talent show.

Unfortunately, Jerry West, who was the most important and closest to him, suddenly left for unknown reasons.

“Another O’Neal?” Rick Sander wanted to laugh.

Shaquille O'Neal's draft file with the Mavericks was two feet thick, containing information on his training and games from high school to the NCAA, down to the details of each day.

In short, it was a huge guy that made him drool. Has Fleischer gone mad, comparing a Chinese guy to Shaq?

He unfolded the folded white paper, looked at the data, and his eyes held a hint of mockery, but also a touch of displeasure.

He immediately noticed that there was a problem with the dynamic talent data; the problem was too big.

First of all, regarding strength, his maximum bench press is a staggering 230 kilograms. Who are you kidding? That's even stronger than Karl Malone, the mailman.

Then there's his jumping ability, which is even better than Shaq's. How is that possible?

Also, the 40-yard sprint must be fake.

Tang's 40-yard dash time was only 4.45 seconds, while O'Neal's draft profile clearly states that the time was 4.6 seconds.

One of the reasons why O'Neal's athletic talent was considered historic by many scouts was his exceptional 40-yard dash; he had the physique of a heavy center but the sprinting speed of a small forward.

Tang Bei weighs only 1.5 kilograms less and is 3 centimeters shorter than O'Neal, yet his 40-yard sprint speed is 0.15 seconds faster than O'Neal's. How is that possible?

He came because of Larry Fleischer, but Eric Fleischer tricked him with falsified physical test data.

The key issue is that the data is so fake, so insincere. If you're going to fabricate data, at least put some effort into it. This made him very unhappy.

Jim Brewer also doesn't believe it. If the dynamic talent data is true, then this year's draft will really be a big year, a big year for big men.

But is this data accurate?
In NBA history, monsters like Shaquille O'Neal are extremely rare; they can't believe that two of them have appeared at once.

Moreover, Tang Bei is Chinese, and they still hold onto the "sick man of East Asia" mentality, simply not believing that a Chinese person's talent could be comparable to Shaquille O'Neal.

Eric Fleischer saw their expressions, but instead of arguing, he confidently said:
"Gentlemen, let's look at the facts. You will soon see his talent, and then you should thank me for inviting you here."

"Could this kid really be real?"

"How could a Chinese person have such talent?"

Seeing Fleischer's confidence, the two were taken aback, but their prejudices made them unwilling to believe in Tang Bei's talent.

Shortly after, with 5 minutes remaining in the first quarter, the score was 16-12, with Hai leading the team down by 4 points, and called a timeout.

"Tang, you go."

Head coach Maias Lance made his lineup decisions, calling Tang Bei up from the bench.

Jack Wilson, the team's first substitute center, was unhappy that his chance had been taken away, but he was afraid of getting beaten up, so he didn't dare to do anything.

"coach."

With his first professional match about to begin, Tang Bei suppressed his excitement and approached the head coach with a calm expression.

"Tang, your opponents are far less talented than you. I want you to dominate the penalty area."

Thinking of Tang Bei's terrifying dunk in the training hall, Maias Lance said this.

In the commentary booth, the bribed, bearded commentator, Chakri Hans, loudly proclaimed:

"Ladies and gentlemen, Hai has brought on rookie Tang Bei. He is a Chinese player, a very talented Chinese player."

Bald commentator Baron Ross read Tang Bei's physical test data aloud and then said, "Tang Bei's physical test data is outstanding; he truly possesses top-tier talent."

Chuckley Hans said with feigned emotion, "Yes, his static talent is about the same as O'Neal's, but in terms of dynamic talent, his strength, speed, and jumping ability are all better than O'Neal's. He is definitely a top-tier talent."

The two were enthusiastically promoting Tangbei, but they had already angered the fans at the scene.

“God, I think this is Shaquille O’Neal’s physical test data, not that Chinese guy’s at all. This is a hoax.”

"I strongly suspect that this data is fabricated."

"It's shameful. With talent like that, why is he playing in the CBA? Do they think we're fools?"

"Hey, you two idiots, stop talking."

The arena was small, and the fans closest to them immediately started discussing the data. Almost no one believed its authenticity, and their reaction was the same as Jerry West's.

After being angrily berated by the fans behind them, the two commentators laughed sheepishly and quickly ended the conversation.

The timeout ended, the players returned to the court, and Hai led the team to inbound the ball. Small forward David Miles passed the ball from the baseline to point guard Tom Morris, who dribbled the ball up the court.

On the left wing, in a low position, Tang Bei is positioned with his back to Swift Porter.

Swift Porter is a muscular, black giant who, according to team data, is 208 cm tall and weighs 128 kg.

At that moment, he saw point guard Morris approaching the top of the key with the ball, so he quickly turned and slid down the baseline to cut to the basket.

Porter's turn was slow, causing him to fall behind and lose his defensive position.

"The movement speed is pretty good?"

Seeing Tang Bei's downward turn and slide down the slack line, which was completely different from the slow movement he had imagined, but extremely agile, as agile as a shark, Rick Sander was taken aback.

"Could his dynamic talent really be comparable to O'Neal's?" he wondered to himself.

After entering the paint, Tang Bei quickly positioned himself, spreading his arms and adopting a low horse stance to block Porter, the defender behind him.

But Potter didn't stop. Instead, he rammed his head into Tang Bei's back and even used his elbow, trying to use his strength and weight to knock Tang Bei over.

"Oh!"

The two collided.

In the midst of the intense confrontation, Tang Bei's upper body swayed forward, instantly dissipating most of the impact force. Supported by his powerful core and lower body strength, and with his low horse stance possessing extremely strong grip, his lower body remained completely still.

The elbow strike from behind annoyed him, but fortunately his muscles and bones were as strong as steel, so the injury was nothing.

This elbow made him realize that the intensity of competition in the CBA league was completely different from the intensity of playing in his hometown.

"how is this possible?"

Porter was horrified. He weighed 128 kilograms and, with the force of the impact, how could he possibly not be able to move this guy?
"Incredibly strong! Incredibly powerful in combat!"

"Could it really be a treasure?"

On the sidelines, Tang Bei's single positioning and physical challenge was enough to get both general managers, Rick Sander and Jim Brewer, fully focused and sitting up straight.

"Pass it in."

With a sweeping gesture towards the basket, Maias Lance roared triumphantly from the sidelines.

At the top of the arc, Morris saw Tang Bei reach the basket and quickly lobbed the ball in.

But at that moment, Seagulls power forward Carl Lewis returned to defend the basket.

Weighing 125 kilograms, he pressed against Tang Bei's front, his thick right elbow against his chest, his defensive movements extremely fierce, and his left elbow raised and swung directly at Tang Bei's head.

Facing Tang Bei, a Chinese player, his defensive actions were more brutal and wild than usual, without any restraint.

"Go away!"

As the ball fell, Tang Bei braced himself with his right forearm, unleashing tremendous force to push Carl Lewis away from his chest and simultaneously dodge the opponent's elbow strike.

In the next instant, he leaped into the air from the gap, caught the ball with both hands, and then spun halfway in the air before smashing the ball down with both hands.

"boom!"

With a powerful slam of both hands, the basketball hoop sank sharply, threatening to collapse, and the loud thud echoed throughout the Dennis Arena.

Carls Lewis, who was in front of him, was also knocked over and looked quite disheveled.

He was terrified because he had never encountered such a fierce opponent, making him feel powerless to resist, and fear began to grow in his heart.

"..."

Bald-headed commentator Baron Ross stared wide-eyed. Was this Chinese man really another Shaquille O'Neal?
Then he excitedly shouted, "An alley-oop dunk! Did you see that? Tang completed an alley-oop dunk while being double-teamed."

"Seagulls, are you feeling fear?"

The chubby commentator, Chakri Hans, shouted excitedly, "Don is instilling fear in you, I'm not kidding you."

"Clap clap clap..."

Upon seeing this, the fans who had previously questioned the falsification of the physical test data were stunned for a moment, and then they all began to applaud.

Jim Brewer said seriously, "He really has amazing explosive power, his speed is definitely not slow, plus top-notch static talent, he is definitely worth a lottery pick, this trip was worth it."

Rick Sander glanced at the physical test data in his hand, smiled, and said to the beaming Fleischer, "Eric, you've certainly found a good big guy."

Eric Fleischer smiled confidently and said, "I'd bet my life that even if Don's skills are terrible, he can still use his talent to dominate all the opponents tonight, even those in the NBA."

(End of this chapter)