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Su Yan raised the basketball above his head, using his body to create space from Irving's tight defense, giving himself a chance to score.

The moment the ball hits the ground.

Su Yan deliberately bumped into Owen, slamming into him hard.

The power of [Steel Bones Lv5] is so great that even Shaquille O'Neal wouldn't dare to mess with it. How could Kyrie Irving possibly resist?!

There are no fancy ball control techniques.

What exists is the purest form of power.

It's all numerical values.

"Bang bang bang!"

Irving retreated wildly, and Su Yan deliberately bumped into him, squeezing through him to the basket.

Another fierce collision.

Irving flew to the basketball hoop, Su Yan glanced at him, and easily put the basketball into the basket.

"Is ball control even useful?!"

Su Yan shrugged and began the lesson: "Basketball is ultimately a game that relies on talent."

As long as you are strong enough, have a long enough reach, and are strong enough.

Then you don't need any skills, just use your most basic talent to crush your opponent and win the victory.

So, put away your fancy ball handling and come lift weights with me!

Su Yan is brainwashing.

"I do not want it."

Irving shook his head and scoffed: "Su Yan, you keep saying that ball control and skills are not important."

Then why are you the league's top shooter?

Why do you consider the three-pointer your most lethal weapon?

Skills are definitely important.

You must be deliberately trying to provoke me to say something like that.

"oh?!"

Su Yan blinked and smiled slightly: "It seems that this year's condition shows that he is not just a brute who only knows brute force."

Irving's eyes darted around, knowing who Su Yan was referring to, and he pouted, "I'm not that idiot who only knows how to go for a layup while carrying a bomb."

Continue, Su Yan, it's my turn.

I'll use my dribbling skills to shake you off and then score the ball, or... hit a three-pointer over your head.

Wow ~

That feeling must be wonderful; I can't wait!

Su Yan: ? ? ?

He glanced at Owen with a hint of boredom: "It's daytime now. If you want to dream, wait until night."

"I wasn't dreaming. I'm stating the facts. Besides... who says you can't daydream?!"

Owen hummed in agreement, then, at the top of the arc, he received the ball and faced off against Su Yan, frantically dribbling between his legs, constantly changing direction, stopping and starting abruptly.

He used every trick in the book to try and get past Su Yan.

But... all of them failed.

Su Yan kept pressing close, his long arms and large hands enveloping her, constantly applying pressure. It was impossible for her to break through Su Yan's defenses.

He even has difficulty leaving the three-point line.

As a rookie, Kyrie Irving still has a long time to grow and constantly improve his skills and game experience.

He directly challenged "Emperor Flame" and "the current number one".

This must be an irrational act.

This is pure masochism.

"Kerry, there are only 48 seconds left on the attack, are you still going to attack?!"

Su Yan uttered a sentence in a calm tone, but it made Owen furious.

"It can't take that long!"

Irving roared, but couldn't score. With no other option, he took a huge step back and forced a three-pointer.

Submitted.

Even Kyrie Irving himself couldn't bear to look at it; it was simply too horrible to watch.

The basketball hit the top edge of the backboard and almost flew off.

Su Yan couldn't bear to watch and shook his head. Then he stared at Irving earnestly and said, "Kerry, promise me you'll give up on the three-pointers, okay?"

Kyrie Irving: No, not at all.

He pursed his lips and muttered an explanation: "An accident, an accident, this time it was purely an accident."

Again, again!

1: 0.

Su Yanqiu's rights.

He faced Irving again at the top of the key, feeling that continuing to overpower him with his body would be pointless!

But in order to defeat Irving, he decided not to use his ball-handling skills!