Chapter 451: A Long-cherished Wish Fulfilled
The 60-point suspense had almost been completely eliminated with Yang Mo's 45-point first-half performance. When Yang Mo scored 101 points in the All-Star Game, everyone still thought it was just a fluke. And when Yang Mo scored one high point after another, everyone still questioned his scoring methods. But after tonight, no one would criticize Yang Mo's scoring anymore.
Although he is still not perfect, he has honed his skills to be as close to perfection as possible. If you want to know how close to perfection he is, Outlaw, Butler and Davis will jump in to tell you how painful it is for them.
In fact, in addition to Otero being eliminated in the first round, Butler and Davis received 4 and 5 fouls respectively. More than 20 points of Yang Mo's 45 minutes came from free throws. There was no way, because his free throw percentage was 100%.
Someone once said that a scoring master who can't create free throws is just a scoring machine, no matter how good he is. But now, Yang Mo has proven with his actions that he is not a machine, but a killer weapon.
"Without a doubt, the proposition about 60 points can come to an end . The Clippers can no longer come up with any effective way to stop Super Yang from scoring. In this situation, even if they use more than three people to double-team, they can't stop Super Yang from scoring. This guy's ability to draw fouls is too astonishing. I only knew that his three-point shooting was top-notch before, but I didn't expect his ability to draw fouls to be so outstanding." Collins said this in surprise during the halftime break.
"Actually, the technique for drawing a foul is very simple. It's about making your movements faster than your opponent's mental state. This requires the player's own intelligence, and also... diligent practice. Only by practicing the same action to perfection can you perform it at a higher frequency." Barkley explained slowly, "Have you heard of the art of drawing a sword? There was once a swordsman in the East who practiced drawing and sheathing his sword his entire life, and then... he defeated the most powerful swordsman. A feint is like drawing a sword. You have to make the enemy unsure whether you are actually drawing the sword or not."
"I agree with Charles on this point," Kenny Smith nodded in agreement. "The most famous fake masters in league history are almost all diligent practitioners. Of course, intelligence is equally important. Some people with rigid brains won't be able to fake convincingly no matter how skilled they are. And Young is clearly that kind of player who possesses both intelligence and diligence."
"So, according to you, the Clippers really have no hope of stopping Super Yang from scoring 60 points?" Collins shook his head in frustration and said slowly, "Then... what else is there to watch in this game?"
"Although Super Yang's 60 points have become an irreversible trend, this game is still very interesting. The first thing to watch is whether Butler and Davis can hold on until Yang Mo scores 60 points, after all, they only have one and two foul opportunities respectively. The second thing to watch is whether Yang can use the momentum of this game to break Kobe Bryant's regular season scoring record in one fell swoop. The third thing to watch is whether Scarlett Johansson and Jessica Alba will fight. You know, starting in the second half of the second quarter, Jessica Alba also joined the score announcement battle."
"Well, to be fair, I have absolutely no interest in the first or second points. I think the audience feels the same way." Kenny Smith chuckled and grumbled, "But if a basketball game actually needs female celebrities on the sidelines to attract the audience at the end, isn't that a complete failure?"
Obviously, Kenny Smith's complaints will not be answered. Because, people are in trouble and don't want to be demolished!
Soon, the third quarter began.
After two quarters of fierce defense with no results, the Clippers' head coach finally gave up. He was going to be raped anyway, so why resist? Wouldn't it be better to just position himself? Maybe he could even get some pleasure.
So he used Novak to defend Yang Mo.
When Novak stood in front of him, Yang Mo was angry for a moment: Damn, are you planning to use this guy to disgust me?
Bang!
At this moment, Eric Gordon missed a shot, and he really wanted to show off in front of his old buddies. But unfortunately, since he was substituted in the second half of the first quarter, he has never found the right rhythm. The more he rushed to score, the less he could score.
In contrast, Yang Mo was much more relaxed. He returned to half court and didn't reach for the ball. Instead, he stood aside and watched his teammates play one-on-one. To him, the next fifteen points were just a piece of cake; there was no need to rush to score now.
Yang Mo didn't score, and Scarlett on the sidelines seemed a little anxious. She was used to shouting the score every time Yang Mo scored. She had participated in the game unknowingly, and she was even more active than the Clippers players.
Halfway through the third quarter, Scarlett's anxiety grew stronger and stronger. She felt very uncomfortable with Yang Mo just standing by and watching, with no desire to take the ball at all.
Just when she couldn't hold it in any longer and was about to shout at the top of her lungs to remind Yang Mo that it was time to score, the fans couldn't stand it any longer. At first, it was just a small group of people shouting, but in the end, it turned into a chorus of shouts from the entire stadium: "Super Yang! Super Yang! Super Yang!"
It was obvious that the fans were also not used to Yang Mo's sudden absence from the offense. The only motivation for them to continue sitting in the arena had long since become Yang Mo's ever-increasing score. If it weren't for the desire to see the score, they would have left long ago.
Seeing the home team fans suddenly surrender, Hughes was embarrassed. He quickly sat on the bench, lowered his head and didn't move at all... He really couldn't afford to lose face.
Faced with the surrender of over 20,000 Los Angeles fans, Yang Mo finally responded to the crowd's call. He finally took the basketball from Tony Allen and lazily walked towards the front court. Novak followed him all the way, trying very hard to keep up with Yang Mo's pace, and he was very active in defending Yang Mo.
But some things cannot be achieved by hard work alone. Talent often determines more.
So, when Yang Mo turned sideways and slightly raised her butt, with just a slight arch, his thin body was pushed back two or three steps. When he tried to catch up with her by relying on the spirit of immortal cockroaches, Yang Mo had already rushed past him like a cheetah running at full speed, blowing his hair in the process.
By the time he turned around, Yang Mo had already rushed deep into the penalty area. Facing the aggressive Yang Mo, the aging Chris Kaman immediately chose to dodge. He didn't want to ruin his entire career because of a block that might not be successful. After all, the outcome of this game was no longer important, so let him score!
Chris Kaman cleverly dodged to the side, and Yang Mo naturally dunked without any scruples... Boom!
When Yang Mo slammed the basketball into the basket, the entire basketball hoop shook violently. As the microphone transmitted the sound, the shock spread to the entire stadium.
After being stunned for a few seconds, the fans finally broke into an unstoppable frenzy.
Staples completely fell, and Yang Mo conquered the entire stadium with his unparalleled genius.
The Clippers had originally tried to stop Yang Mo's 60-point goal, but now, their fans had already surrendered, so what else could they do? Three small forwards, one was sent off the court, and the other two each had four fouls and five fouls. What the hell was going on?
As the crowd erupted in excitement, Yang Mo pointed her finger stubbornly at Scarlett Johansson on the sidelines. Johansson, upon hearing Yang Mo's direction, jumped up and down in excitement, feeling as if she had won the lottery. She hadn't felt this kind of fandom in years, but tonight, Yang Mo brought out an idol charm even more captivating than a superstar.
"Forty-seven points!!" Scarlett Johansson shouted at the top of her lungs, releasing all the strength in her vocal cords.
"Thank you, well done!" Yang Mo gave her a thumbs-up, then took a few steps forward, pointed her index finger at Jessica Alba, and asked with a smile, "So, how far am I from 60 points?"
"Thirteen points!!!" Jessica Alba responded at the top of her lungs. She had no idea why she'd been dragged into this counting contest. She hadn't even spoken to Super Yang before the competition began!
But the world is so wonderful. Ever since Super Yang's flying save hit her, she could no longer hold back and started playing addition and subtraction games with Scarlett.
She loved this game; it felt really good to scream in front of over 20,000 people, at least without any inhibitions. This was the first time she realized that being a spectator could be so exciting.
Yang Mo's interaction with the two super beauties undoubtedly made all the players envious. They would never dream of such treatment, but Yang Mo did it very easily.
The competitive significance of this game had completely vanished. Hughes had given up all resistance and was just waiting for the game to end so he could quickly leave the arena, where he didn't want to stay even a second longer.
With the opponent having no desire to fight, Yang Mo's scoring naturally became easier. Amidst waves of cheers from the fans, Yang Mo quickly accumulated 60 points. Then, he requested a timeout, bowed to the fans, and walked back to the bench.
He'd said he only wanted 60 points, absolutely nothing more. Even though the third quarter wasn't over yet and he had a good chance of breaking the scoring record, that wasn't his ultimate goal. Besides, breaking the scoring record against a team like the Clippers was simply too meaningless!
