Chapter 567: Finale
No matter who you are, whether you're a president or a compulsive gambler, conquering yourself is a terrifying and difficult task. No one can simply trample on their former self and walk away with a proud attitude.
Every time you defeat yourself is a difficult and painful process, because no one knows you better than yourself.
And now Yang Mo was faced with this very problem. He led the Knicks in a desperate fight against another Knicks team led by him.
The two teams understood each other, and both Yang Mos were racking their brains to deal with each other. Most importantly, both Yang Mos were 100% Yang Mo, their IQ and skills were on par with each other, and the Yang Mo in the dream was even smarter.
As a result, the game became tense from the very beginning.
No matter how hard Yang Mo tried, the other party could always grasp her movements at the first moment, because they were actually the same person.
Under such circumstances, the battle situation was quite stalemate, with the scores of both sides rising alternately. No one could widen the score, let alone a small climax. It was just two equally matched opponents engaged in a tug-of-war.
This outcome was clearly not what Yang Mo wanted. After all, he had to win; he couldn't be locked in this space. He had to return to real life, where he still had a vast business empire and dozens of close female friends.
No one can give up wealth and glory, and Yang Mo obviously cannot either.
Because he knew how much effort and luck it took to get these things, so he didn't want to lose them.
However, the current problem was not something he could avoid just because he wanted to. After all, his opponent was himself. No one knew his strengths and weaknesses better than he did.
The game is progressing with difficulty and time is passing quickly.
Soon, the game reached its decisive moment. With fifty seconds remaining, each team theoretically had one offensive opportunity, and the score was 89-89, a tie.
drop!
Yang Mo called a long timeout.
He lay in the chair, his chest heaving, his lungs straining for air. He was exhausted, not just physically but mentally. This battle with himself was exhausting.
Time ticked by. To most people, it passed very quickly. But to Yang Mo, time was so slow that it seemed to have not moved at all.
In the slow yet fast rhythm, Yang Mo forced all the foul air out of his lungs, then gently opened his eyes and made a firm decision: "The game is up to you, Stoudemire, Carmelo Anthony, Allen Iverson, Tyson Chandler, and... Michael Beasley!"
Um?
These people were all surprised. Although they were simulating their existence, they still gave Yang Mo emotional feedback of surprise.
Yang Mo, on the other hand, was very calm. He had figured it out. He had finally figured it out. A true leader didn't necessarily have to lead the team forward all the time. Constantly adding to the team's progress prevented him from stepping back and taking a bird's-eye view of the overall situation.
Taking a step back may not open up a new world, but it will definitely give you a clearer view.
Soon, the plan was implemented.
When Yang Mo used such a lineup, the opposing Knicks indeed became lax. Obviously, in their dream design, they did not expect Yang Mo to leave the court at the most critical moment and hand the game over to his teammates.
Thus, all their previous plans were scrapped. At this time, Yang Mo decisively seized the opportunity and manipulated Beasley into two dunks under the basket.
Beasley is the most relaxed person on opposing defenses because no one expected him to be the X factor.
But Yang Mo thought of it.
He did so.
So, he succeeded.
Ended the game in an incredible way with an incredible person. Completed the final challenge!
When Yang Mo woke up from his dream, he found that his whole temperament was a little different.
Before, he could sense the indomitable courage and dominance in himself. But now, he felt the aura of a king who remained calm even when facing a mountain collapse.
It can be said that from this moment on, Yang Mo truly possessed the mentality of a ruler.
With his technical invincibility and mental invincibility, the only one who can stop Yang Mo on the basketball court is himself, and now he has defeated himself.
So, the entire alliance crawled at his feet and fought.
Yang Mo easily led his Knicks team to crush one stadium after another and conquer one city after another.
No one can stop it, and no team dares to stop it.
No one even dared to say: I can be the enemy of Superyan G.
This is domination from the heart.
Yang Mo's brilliance stole the limelight from all the other stars, and they couldn't help but admit it.
James, the prodigy, never recovered from his slump. Though still a force to be reckoned with, he was no longer on the news. Only Yang Mo's arrogant photos and a series of impressive statistics remained.
4:0!
4:0!
4:0!
4:0!
Four four-to-zero games, this is the Knicks' record to the top. They are now strong enough to ignore their opponents. No matter who the opponent is, the rhythm is the same, crushing!
"This is a dark age, and it is also a brutal age. Today's stars can only pray that Super Yang will leave the league as soon as possible. Otherwise, they will never have the chance to get their hands on the O'Brien Cup because it has been contracted by Super Yang." Charles Barkley's words revealed a strange sense of superiority. After all, Super Yang has always been the best person he has had. When Super Yang was being scolded by thousands of people , he had already formed an alliance with him. Now, of course, it is time to be superior.
"The era of fierce competition is over. I used to guess that Young could dominate the league, but I didn't expect him to do it so quickly." Michael Jordan said with a bit of sourness: "Now I want to know how many championship rings he can win!"
1!
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4!
5!
6!
7!
Yang Mo won seven consecutive championship rings and seven Finals MVP awards before announcing his retirement. His contemporaries finally breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to properly challenge O'Brien, but they were no longer young.
It is our sorrow to be in the same era as Super Yang. It is not that we are not strong enough, but that he is so strong that we can't imagine. There are only two kinds of basketball players on this planet: one is Super Yang, and the other is other players.
Yang Mo's good friend, Westbrook smiled bitterly with helplessness.
After receiving all the honors he deserved, Yang Mo quietly came to a small island in the South Pacific. He is the owner of this island and has registered a country. Here, polygamy is the basic national policy.
After all, he is a man with 41 wives!!
