Chamberlain pursed his lips and ran back to the penalty area silently. The ridicule of the crowd hit his eardrums like a tide, making him shake his mind: Isn’t he really a basketball player? Is he really just a soft cock as those whites and blacks said?

No, it is not like this! A flame rose in Chamberlain's heart, scorching his soul and making him feel hot all over. I will never succumb to the secular vision. I am Chamberlain, I have Wilt Chamberlain's body, I am invincible!

But others would not think so. Davis took the ball picked up by the staff and asked Old Nelson: "BOSS, do you still need to continue?"

Old Nelson was a little discouraged. He was too lazy to talk and just shook his head.

Seeing this scene, Chamberlain was stunned. Old Nelson's head shaking action made him unable to help but remember the middle school physical examination meeting when he was thirteen. At that time, the doctor who was in charge of the examination asked Zhang's father whether Chamberlain could continue his basketball career. That's how the white doctor shook his head.

The white doctor's head shook Chamberlain completely away from the basketball court and dreams, turning him into a swollen wine bag, making him confused like a walking zombie.

Looking back on the life that was unbearable to look back on in the past few years, thinking about the family that had become nothing and was extremely poor because of treating myself, and thinking about the desperate expression that his father, who loved basketball, would show whenever it was midnight, Chamberlain's blood was boiling.

"Please don't end the game, please continue to play." Chamberlain rushed to Old Nelson like a wind. He tried to restrain his despair, looked down at the only old man who could give him hope for survival, and said in a calm mood, "BOSS, I know my problem. I can guarantee that I will let you see what you want next!"

Old Nelson no longer wanted to continue wasting time, or rather, he didn't want to continue to be excited. He thought he had found a piece of golden jade, but in the end he realized that it was just a piece of yellow mud, and the old man couldn't stand the stimulation of such great joy and sorrow.

But when he looked at Chamberlain, he was stunned by what was emitting from the young man's eyes.

Perseverance, pursuit, and never give up. Old Nelson has been together in the league for forty or fifty years, and I don’t know how many basketball people have seen before and after. However, he rarely sees this kind of gaze. Nowadays, some players play for money, some for fame, and some for women. Almost no one simply loves this sport.

Once, Old Nelson thought that the golden age of professional basketball was over, and then the court was filled with money and women, and there was no pure basketball anymore. But the things in Chamberlain's eyes made him unable to help but change his mind.

Old Nelson lowered his head and thought for a while, and when he spoke again, he became determined: "The game continues."

He doesn't believe that a person who loves basketball so much will not understand basketball at all.

The game continued, but the atmosphere on the scene became frivolous. In everyone's mind, Chamberlain was a rookie on the court and a rough guy who only squandered his physical fitness. Therefore, no one took him seriously in the Red Team anymore.

Samar, who had been sitting on the ground, stood up at some point. He stood aside with his arms around, looking at the players on the field with sarcasm: You are the one who released the Demon King on the field, so don't complain later after you taste the bitter wine brought to you by the Demon King.

Davis had a good defense, and even the oppressed Hudson could not ride the ball safely, forcing him to pass the ball to Belinelli.

Belinelli pushed his shoulder forward, grabbed the ball with both hands and bent down. Ellis thought he was going to break through, so he quickly took a step back. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Belinelli immediately retracted his right foot, successfully stretched out the distance from Ellis, bent his knees and then pulled his shoulders up, obviously he wanted to make a fake move and jump shot.

Ellis had no choice but to use all the strength in his body and jump up and pounce towards Belinelli with all his strength.

When the opponent jumped up, Belinelli leaned over again, easily breaking through Ellis' defense and breaking into the penalty area from the middle.

In the penalty area, O'Brient, who has regained confidence, is competing for the position with Chamberlain and has no time to take care of his impact.

In the old Nelson system, running is a very important link. Everyone has their own specific position and it is difficult to make up for defense. Therefore, when Ellis lost his position, Belinelli was free and no one had time to make up for defense. Belinelli quickly rushed into the free throw line and jumped in two steps, shaking his wrist and threw the ball out.

With two steady points, Belinelli thought confidently in his heart that this kind of throwing was too familiar to him, and he was confident that he could hit every shot.

"Scream!" A tiger roar rose up flat on the ground. After Belinelli took action, Chamberlain, who had been busy with O'Briente's position, jumped fiercely, his five-finger halberd widened, his muscles on his arms bulged like granite, and his slender arms raised up the sky, as if a sharp sword about to pierce the sky.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Chamberlain slapped the flying basketball. Under his blow, the round basketball seemed to be a squeezed balloon, and it actually shrank incredibly at the moment when it came into contact with his palm.

The basketball flew out in the opposite direction, flew out more than ten meters in a row, and finally hit the court hard, bounced back on the floor and popped out of the court.

The whole audience was silent again. This time, everyone looked at Chamberlain with no longer contempt, but shock.

How bounce, how much reaction, how powerful is this guy?!

After the blockade, Chamberlain did not speak. He stared at the basketball tightly, his eyes as if they were two knives, so sharp and so cold.

Seeing Chamberlain at this time, Jackson was watching the game under the ball stand, looking surprised. Is this the big boy who had been chatting and laughing with him and bragging about nonsense? No, no, the one who appeared in front of him now was a iron-blooded warrior who was on the battlefield!

Nelson Jr. blew the whistle of the ball out of bounds. He picked up the ball and gave it to the Red Team. Hudson served the ball to Barnes. The latter hit Azubuk on his back. After hitting him twice, he turned over and jumped up, and threw the ball out quickly.

Not everyone has the same back-to-single-on-one level as Jordan and Kobe. Barnes's shot was too fast and the arc was too flat, and it hit the ring directly.

Chamberlain sensed this the moment he took action. The basketball flew up, and his mind turned quickly. He immediately judged the landing point of the basketball based on the flying arc of the basketball. Then he turned around and knocked O'Brient away, easily receiving the ball into his arms.

"Fast attack!" Chamberlain threw the ball to Davis on the outside, and then he rubbed the floor hard as soon as he landed on the ground, making a harsh and sharp sound, following him like an arrow from the string.

Davis received the ball and threw it in front of him, and his strong body rushed forward like a moving tank.

But he is older, and speed is no longer his strength for a 29-year-old defender who has injured his ankle and knee. His opponent Hudson is the opposite. Although he is thousands of miles worse than Davis's skill, he is young, strong, and able to run well.

Ten people from the two teams rushed to the frontcourt like the sea water of ebbing tide. The two sides fought bravely and fought for survival space on the narrow court.

Chamberlain took a step and stuck O'Brient behind him. He was about to reach out to ask for the ball, but Davis, who was swimming outside, immediately threw the ball towards the basket.

This is the ability of an All-Star point guard. He can always detect the needs of his teammates at the first time and always hand the ball to the most suitable teammates at the fastest speed.

The basketball flew up quickly, and as soon as it approached the basket, two golden big hands suddenly flew up from below. The big hands closed and grabbed the basketball, then Chamberlain took a deep breath. He exhausted all his strength and flew into the air, flying so high and so far, just like an eagle patrolling his territory.

For a super center, the penalty area under the basket is indeed their territory!

Chamberlain jumped so high with his hands, and at this time he could complete the slam dunk with just a gentle push forward. But he didn't do that. If he did that, how could he be worthy of his explosive body? How could he be worthy of the imprisoned fate in the first half of his life? How could he be worthy of his determination to break the shackles of fate?!

Chamberlain continued to ascend. He grabbed the ball with both hands and suddenly retracted his arms to his waist. Then his arms began to rotate counterclockwise from his waist like a windmill, 180 degrees, just like the sun rising from the horizon to the hollow. The basketball obediently followed his hands and flew to the top of the basket ring.

"In!" Chamberlain roared wildly, and the ball in his hand smashed into the ring. The basketball slides down from the ring at high speed, hitting the nets on the way upwards, like a white wave...

After dunking, Chamberlain grabbed the ring with the movement, and his muscles bulged up like a rock, venting all the remaining strength on the basketball stand. His hands tear the ring, and his huge body swayed, causing the rebound to start to shake violently.

"Boom-crunch-crunch-crunch!!"

After a series of sounds, Chamberlain, who was intoxicated by this violent dunk, suddenly felt his hands empty. Then he heard a harsh sound of glass being smashed, and then his body began to land, and countless broken fiberglass slag fell on his head like rain.

Everyone in the stadium was shocked again. This time it was a real shock. They had never thought that this would happen. Dale Mond, a physical trainer who had warmed up for Chamberlain, groaned and shouted: "God, he smashed the rebound! This devil smashed the rebound!"

Chamberlain staggered a few steps and barely stood firm. After he stood up, he happened to be next to Bidlins and Jackson who were watching the game at the basket. He smiled at the two of them: "This rebound is so ignorant. I'm afraid it's made of ordinary glass?"

Feeling the powerful pressure brought by Chamberlain's strong body, Bidlins laughed dryly and said, "Hehe, this is not ordinary glass, this is tempered glass."

Old Nelson was the two calmest people on the scene. The other was Samar who discovered Chamberlain. The two looked at each other. Old Nelson first said to his son Nelson Jr.: "Donny, go find someone to clean up, and then change a rebound..."
Chapter completed!