Snake had been sitting on the bench, watching Wang Yi block Saylor four times in a row and swat away six shots from the Thunder. He was already itching to get in.
He hadn't played yet, but Saylor was still one of the league's top power forwards.
The Beast Forward wasn't just a nickname.
And now he'd been blocked four times in a row by a 1.92-meter guard with a bit of a belly. By the end, he'd even developed a mental block—he had open looks and still didn't dare shoot. How could Snake stand for that?
Just then, the coach called his name. Snake clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
"It's time to teach that Chinese guy a lesson."
The head coach continued:
"Once you're out there, we'll attack through Snake. Saylor, support him from the side and cut to the basket whenever you get the chance."
"You're both incredibly talented big men. As long as you work together and stay on the same page, the two of you can absolutely dominate most frontcourt duos in the league."
"As for the Kings' frontcourt, you can make their lives a living hell without breaking a sweat."
Both men were young, and the coach's words had their blood pumping.
But the coach immediately added a reminder:
"Just be careful of Wang when you're attacking inside. He's too good at seizing opportunities. His speed, strength, and leaping ability aren't what they used to be, but he still has all that experience."
Saylor nodded. "Understood, Coach."
He'd just suffered badly at Wang Yi's hands and knew that all too well.
Snake, however, wasn't impressed.
Just a 1.92-meter runt with a bit of a belly.
He'd even held his own against Embiid before.
Taking on a little runt like that would be a