Monate dribbled in on offense, crossed over repeatedly, and drove to the basket for a signature tomahawk slam.
Smack! The backboard and rim trembled slightly from the force of his dunk.
Holland, sitting off the court, hitched up his pants, stood, and applauded.
Monate looked toward Holland, waved, and nodded in greeting. The two of them clearly knew each other.
The score was now 4:4, and Monate continued his attack.
Before starting, though, he looked at Su Yang and asked, "Brother, what should I call you?"
"Su Yang."
"Okay. Why don't you take off your shirt? Let's have a real man's battle."
Su Yang found that a little strange. Why did a man's battle require taking off one's shirt?
Monate smiled. "I noticed your muscle definition is pretty good."
Su Yang wasn't bashful. He smiled and said, "Sure."
He grabbed his T-shirt, quickly stripped it off, and tossed it to the side of the court, revealing an almost perfect upper body before everyone's eyes.
Full pectorals, chiseled abs, defined biceps, triceps, and trapezius muscles all came together to form an enviable physique.
He was the perfect example of someone who looked slim when dressed but muscular when undressed.
"Holy crap?"
Ding! The host has shown off without realizing it, putting himself in a good mood. Reward: 3,000,000.
Monate was slightly surprised when he saw Su Yang's physique. "Not bad, Su. You're in great shape!"
Off the court, Zendaya narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she were thinking about something.
"Come on, let's continue!" Su Yang called to Monate.
"Okay!" Monate attacked with the ball while Su Yang stuck close to him on defense. The sound of colliding muscles rang out.
Monate backed him down, dribbled twice in succession, then pulled back for a jump shot. Su Yang defended