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Meanwhile, Marc Gasol had just noticed Su Hao.

Immediately afterwards... Su Hao received the ball in the penalty area, and with a relatively mild challenge, he knocked down Thabeet, who seemed like a "softie".

"boom!"

He slammed the ball down with both hands, displaying incredible power, causing the basketball hoop to shake violently.

"hiss……"

Gasol's lips twitched violently, a chill running down his spine: "Wow...that's some terrifying destructive power in the paint!!!"

They're still reflecting on it.

In the midst of a transition to offense.

"Bang!"

Conley's mid-range shot is not available.

rebound?

Su Hao and Thabeet jumped together—no, Su Hao was delayed by Gasol and jumped a little slower.

As a result... Su Hao still managed to secure the rebound first.

The first pass found Curry in the frontcourt, but Gay caught up, so there was no rush to push the fast break. We waited for Su Hao to come over and set up the position.

A three-pointer after a screen.

"Bang!"

Missed.

rebound?!

"be mine!!!"

Thabeet, having once again secured his position, roared wildly, determined to protect the rebound over Su Hao's head and prove his ability to protect the rim in the paint.

He leaped high into the air, already feeling his fingertips touch the basketball, and sensing the approving gazes of his teammates and the satisfied look in the coach's eyes.

Is he in control?

Pooh.

He was purely indulging in his own fantasy.

Or perhaps... Su Hao's ability to protect the frame was too strong; as he jumped, he landed directly on Thabit's head, right on his fingertips.

They snatched the basketball first.

"Oh, no, god, please, no!!!"

I've already positioned myself perfectly, and I've jumped so high that there's only a 9-centimeter difference between us!

How could it manage to snatch the rebound right over my head?!

Little did they know... the difference in talent between the two could not possibly be as simple as just a height difference.

Thabit roared in utter helplessness.

But he still couldn't get a rebound.

"Wow~"

Su Hao grabbed it and watched as Thabit vented his frustration with a roar, giving him no time to catch his breath.

I followed up with a shoulder strike, aimed at his chest.

"Cough cough cough~"

Thabeet's roar was abruptly cut off in his throat by the impact, followed by... a sharp, tingling pain in his chest.

That was so uncomfortable.

But the worst was yet to come.

"boom!"

Su Hao bent his knees and leaped up, as if hearing thunder from a clear sky, and delivered another heavy two-handed slam over Thabit, thoroughly humiliating him.

The protective frame can't protect it.

The defense couldn't stop it.

In just a few minutes, "Pot God" Thabit was completely unrecognizable, and Su Hao utterly defeated him.

"Tsk tsk..."

Reggie Miller exclaimed in amazement, "Su Hao was the number one pick, Thabeet was the third pick, and the difference between their draft positions wasn't that big."

but.

The difference in strength between the two is like heaven and earth.

Su Hao, he can not only dominate Thabeet in the NCAA, he can also thoroughly dominate Thabeet in the NBA.

"correct."

Barkley nodded repeatedly and laughed, "Don't even mention Thabeet being called 'the second generation of Mutombo,' just look at Su Hao's ability in the paint."

Even if "Uncle Mu" himself came at his peak, it wouldn't be effective.

"Wow~"

The audience erupted in uproar.

Su Hao's continued dominance over Thabeet further demonstrated Su Hao's strength to the fans.

But deep down, he also longs to... crush NBA players, even stars.

On the field.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Thabeet clenched his fists tightly, trembling all over.

But in the very next round, Curry pulled Tabi out again for a one-on-one drill, accelerating the pace of the game and completely outmaneuvering him.

Can't keep up.

Not every tall person over 220 cm has the athletic ability of Su Hao.

"Shh!"

Curry easily scored a layup, successfully outmaneuvering Thabeet.

Curry glanced at Thabeet with a hint of boredom. 'Inside the paint, he might be a third-pick level pick; outside the paint… 30th pick, no more.'

"Beep!"

Grizzlies head coach Lionel Hollins called a timeout.

Replace Thabeet.

why? !

Because... he was completely useless on the field.

Thabeet, dubbed "the next Mutombo," is best known for his height, long wingspan, and strong rim protection and defense in the paint.

This even masks its shortcomings: low agility, slow running speed, and lack of offensive capabilities.

result.

Even the strongest rim protection and defense are ineffective now.

What's the point of him being on the field then?!

The sound of bagpipes drifts from afar~

Go away~

Backup power forward Darrell Arthur stepped up, and Marc Gasol returned to... center.

The game continues.

"Brother Mark, you have to help me! Teach that brat Su Hao a lesson! He's really gone too far, he's not human at all!"

Gasol carried Thabeet's desperate pleas in his heart.

One was the number one pick, the other the number three pick, how come... the difference is so huge?!

Mike Conley glanced at Thabeet, who was pleading desperately, and shook his head: "He was the third pick, after all. Look at your pathetic self."

Grizzlies have possession of the ball.

Conley pushed forward, and using the cover provided by Gasol's acquaintance, the left wing rushed in. Seeing Su Hao follow, they didn't rashly give the rookie a lesson.

Although… he really wanted to say to the now-famous Su Hao, "Rookie, welcome to the NBA."

but.

It depends on the time.

With that 230cm height standing in front of me, there was still a sense of intimidation. The basketball I passed found... Rudy Gay.

A mid-range shot.

"Shh!"

It hit the target without fail.

Transition of possession.

Curry pushes the ball over, finds Gordon to set a screen, and then drives and passes to David Lee in the low post on the right.

Facing Gasol's defense, he was not afraid. He sidestepped and made two quick cuts, then turned around and left Gasol behind.

We must attack.

But Marc Gasol, with his height and wingspan, managed to keep up.

David Lee remained calm, feinting a shot to shift Marc Gasol's weight, creating a time difference, and then banking the ball in.

"Shh!"

hit.

nice shot.

Conley pushed forward again, and with a right-hand in-and-out followed by continuous acceleration, he left Curry behind and drove into the right side.

Then, a crossover dribble.

He dribbled past David Lee, who had come up to help, and then, in a jump ball style, rushed to the left side of the basket. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Su Hao hadn't followed and hadn't jumped either.

He decisively attempted a layup with his back to the basket.

Is it all settled?

It looks like things are settled.

In reality... the next instant, Su Hao, who seemed to be standing still, unable to keep up, or frozen in place, took a step forward and stretched out his arm.

Those hands were even bigger than Shaquille O'Neal's.

"Snapped!"

Will you block Conley's shot, or... will you block Mike Conley's layup while he's standing up?

hum~

The stadium fell silent for a moment, then erupted in earth-shaking cheers, leaving the fans in a state of utter shock.

"What the hell? He didn't even seem to jump! How could he do that? Are you sure you're not kidding me?!"

Mike Conley was numb.

"Wang Defa?!"

Curry was stunned. "This... he blocked it while standing up? Sue, seriously, can you please stop being so ridiculous?!"