Hearing Pang Bo say that, Xiao Qiao was left speechless.
He'd just casually thrown down a dunk with enough force to shake the heavens. If he actually tried for real, would anyone else even stand a chance?
Next, it was the Thunder's turn to attack.
Their point guard, Giddey, dribbled into the frontcourt and immediately handed the ball to Holmgren.
At 2.13 meters tall, Holmgren didn't post up in the paint like other big men, nor did he wait beyond the three-point line like those towering shooters.
Instead, after catching the ball beyond the arc, he started dribbling slowly, looking for a chance to drive.
He and Wemby were the league's two freaks of nature.
Both had long arms and legs, and looked like a pair of human bamboo stalks.
Yet their ball handling left ordinary centers with no hope of keeping up.
Centers could pull off the kinds of dribbling moves usually seen from guards, and even manage the same extreme midair extensions.
What did that even mean?
It was like watching a three-hundred-pound man pull off all sorts of flashy dribble moves on the court, then finish with a midair crossover dunk.
It completely upended people's ideas about basketball.
That sort of thing used to exist only in third-rate basketball novels.
Now it was happening right before everyone's eyes.
If anything, even the novels had been too conservative.
Tell me, wasn't a player like that a freak?
Dauding was guarding Holmgren at the moment.
Dauding was a rather slow, bulky power forward.
Putting him on Holmgren was practically handing Holmgren a free kill.
Holmgren hit him with a Durant-style crossover, shook Dauding off, and drove to the free-throw line.
He stopped abruptly and pulled up for a jumper.
Swish!
The ball dropped cleanly through the net.
That was