Chapter 470 How could I bear to beat you to death even though I am so kind?
In response to Yang Mo's teasing, Kirilenko's eyes were red, and he almost gritted his teeth as he said word by word: "I will never let you pass me."
"Really?" Yang Mo still had a smile on his face. "Just now, when you said this, your eyes kept looking to the right. So, are you afraid that I will break through from your right side?"
Yang Mo chuckled and, without waiting for Kirilenko's reply, said directly, "Well, since I'm someone who upholds the spirit of philanthropy, I'll break through from your left side."
When Yang Mo said this, Kirilenko's expression was still full of anger, but his brows relaxed a little. Obviously, Yang Mo guessed right.
At this moment, Yang Mo had already bent down, stretched his left leg back, and instantly broke through to Kirilenko's right side as fast as a cheetah.
Seeing Yang Mo's fierce attack to the right, Kirilenko was a little surprised, and then he was even more furious: "Asshole, didn't we agree to break through from the left? Why did you go back on your word? You liar, all Chinese people are liars!"
Kirilenko was furious and aggrieved. He felt that Yang Mo had deceived him completely, that Yang Mo was taking advantage of his trust and deliberately playing tricks on him. However, he still had to shift his defensive focus from the left to the right. He had to do this because this guy was about to completely break through from the right. Now he could barely catch up and block him with the speed of his steps, but in two seconds, his speed advantage would be fully demonstrated and he would completely shake him off.
Kirilenko desperately rushed to the right. At that moment, Yang Mo, who was sprinting at high speed, suddenly stopped. Kirilenko immediately realized that he had been tricked. However, Yang Mo did not give him time to react, nor did he give him time to make up for his mistake. With a whoosh, Yang Mo suddenly spun around Kirilenko with his left foot as the axis.
Facing Yang Mo's turn, Kirilenko, already half-tilted to the right, was powerless to stop him. He could only watch as Yang Mo slipped by. By the time he turned around, Yang Mo had already sprinted into the restricted area. Facing the defense of Curry and Millsap, he simply tossed the basketball into the air. Anthony Randolph, standing nearby, leaped high and slammed the ball into the basket!
Anthony Randolph was born for the alley-oop. In his arsenal, the alley-oop is the only skill he can bring out . Because the alley-oop does not require any IQ, just good jumping ability is enough!
When Anthony Randolph slammed the ball into the basket, Yang Mo turned around and said to Kirilenko with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry, I broke through your left side so easily. I thought you could stop me, but you didn't. I'm sorry. I overestimated your IQ!"
Yang Mo's apology was like the sharpest bayonet to Kirilenko, stabbing him in the chest again and again. He began to regret it. Why did he offend this guy? Wouldn't it be better to let him remain silent?
But it was too late to regret. It was his fault for being so mean. Now that the demonic two-headed dog from Hell had been released, how could he return empty-handed without causing some slaughter?
Kirilenko had started it, but he had no say in how it would end.
After apologizing, Yang Mo suddenly added, "Oh, by the way, I didn't score that goal. So... it doesn't count as my breakthrough. Don't be sad, you still have a chance. Come on. I believe that with my kindness and help, you should be able to defend me once, unless you are really an idiot at the level of kindergarten."
With that, Yang Mo quickly walked towards the halfway point. Kirilenko's face was filled with anger and frustration. He hesitated for a second before quickly pursuing him. As a member of the fighting race, he wouldn't give up so easily!
By then, the Knicks players on the court had already seen Kirilenko's fate. Having spent so much time with Yang Mo, they remembered her ruthless tactics vividly. No one who dared to challenge her had ever escaped unscathed. Even LeBron James, the league's current No. 1 player, had been beaten here, leaving him in a state of devastating defeat.
"Hey, old man, did you teach him this pass? He can actually break through and pass the ball." At this time, Isaiah Thomas on the sidelines became concerned about Yang Mo's pass. He said to Stockton next to him in surprise, "This is a very good sign."
"Screw you! I'm telling you, Super Yang is the most talented basketball player I've ever seen. Don't think his passing isn't great now. Once he can pass six tennis balls into the net at once, he'll be able to easily pass the ball to every corner of the court." Stockton said angrily , "Just wait, he'll surprise everyone."
"But he doesn't look very powerful now..." Although Isaiah Thomas was ecstatic in his heart, he still responded conservatively.
"Idiot, haven't you heard of geometric multiplication?" Stockton cursed. "Put one grain of rice in the first square, two in the second, four in the third, sixteen in the fourth... and so on. How horrible will it be when you get to the hundredth square?"
Although he was scolded by Stockton, Isaiah Thomas was still very happy because Yang Mo's progress was the biggest good news for him. Once Yang Mo learned to pass the ball, then... he would not have to rack his brains and spend so much effort on recruiting players.
"So when do you think he will be able to reach the terrifying 100th square?" Isaiah Thomas asked cautiously.
"Well... well, well!" Stockton faltered, his voice rather unsure. "I'm not sure. It depends on him. If he figures out the distribution of his power, maybe he can do it tomorrow. If he can't figure out how to control his power, how to control the angle and direction, then... he'll never get it, and will only be able to pass the ball as a basic pass."
"Then...will he never understand it?" Stockton suddenly became pessimistic, his tone full of negativity and frustration.
"Well..." Stockton hesitated and said, "Well, that shouldn't be the case. He's so smart and talented!"
"Uh..." Isaiah Thomas was completely defeated by Stockton's words "probably not". He was extremely happy before, but now he looked much more disappointed and depressed.
Meanwhile, the game on the court continued. Deron Williams broke through after a pick-and-roll and finally made Anthony Randolph foul, and he took the opportunity to go to the free throw line.
Just as he stepped onto the free throw line, Yang Mo walked to the sidelines and waved his arms vigorously. Jessica Alba immediately understood what was going on and shouted, "No free throw! No free throw!"
When she shouted like that, her supporters immediately started and shouted in unison at the top of their lungs.
All of a sudden, the entire Madison Square Garden was immersed in the unison and rhythmic sound of "missed free throws".
Seeing this, Yang Mo quickly gave Jessica a thumbs-up, also giving a big thumbs-up to Jessica's supporters who were shouting in the audience. Receiving Yang Mo's reward, they became even more enthusiastic. Jessica, on the other hand, was beaming, believing she was already one step ahead of Scarlett, while still looking provocatively at Scarlett on the other side.
Scarlett, though somewhat infuriated, didn't respond immediately. She planned to wait for her chance to strike; she didn't want to repeat what others had said. Adding insult to injury now would only embolden Jessica. She firmly believed that only those who remained patient could achieve ultimate victory. She had the patience to wait for her own moment.
Bang! Bang!
Amidst the roar, Deron Williams unexpectedly missed both free throws. Seeing this, Sloan, standing on the sidelines, shook his head in surprise: "Oh my god, what's going on? Did Super Yang cast some kind of spell on Deron?"
When Jessica Alba saw Deron miss both free throws, she waved her arms vigorously, extremely excited! As if she had won a great battle!
While Jessica Alba was waving to celebrate her victory, Yang Mo had already rushed into the restricted area to grab the rebound. In fact, when Deron Williams shot, he had already predicted that the basketball would not go in. After predicting where the basketball would land, it was naturally an easy task for him to rush into the restricted area to grab the rebound.
He grabbed the rebound and continued to advance quickly. Once he reached the frontcourt, Kirilenko rushed forward again, looking incredibly excited and full of fighting spirit.
Kirilenko's behavior surprised Yang Mo. He had seen many people, after suffering two or three setbacks from him, become depressed and either completely defeated or reduced to a state of despair. He was a rare example of someone who rose from the ashes to become stronger. He truly was a fighting race!
"Hey, man, should I break through you from the left this time?" Yang Mo smiled and gave a very kind reminder.
"No matter which way you break through, you can't get past my defense!" Kirilenko said with great determination, gritting his teeth.
"Oh my, you're so arrogant." Yang Mo couldn't help but tease him, "How about this, let's make it easier this time. If I can't beat you, I'll shoot from beyond the three-point line. If you can defend me, you win. How about that?"
"Stop talking nonsense and fight!"
"Okay, I'll give you a quick death!"
