But just then, another enormous hand reached out from behind Durant. It was nearly as high as the top of the backboard, and plucked the ball out of the air with ease.
Then he took two steps forward and jumped.
This time, he barely got off the ground. It was as if he simply rose onto his tiptoes before effortlessly dunking the ball.
For most people, dunking meant jumping—and jumping high. But Antoine only had to rise onto his tiptoes. That was talent.
And the truly terrifying part was that he had just blocked Pang Bo's seemingly guaranteed dunk at the other end of the court.
Then, while France was on the fast break, he had made it back to the frontcourt in time to catch a pass that was about to become a turnover, and finished with a dunk.
For a guy who stood 2.28 meters tall, wasn't that mobility a little too ridiculous?
In the courtside seats,
Jalen Green couldn't help exclaiming,
"That guy's like a Model Monster in 2K. He's tall, he can jump, and he's fast! I thought I was incredibly gifted, but next to him, I'm only good enough to carry his shoes."
Beside him, Tatum frowned.
"I heard he's eligible for the NBA draft. If he really makes it into the NBA, we're going to have a lot of trouble scoring around the rim."
The others nodded gravely.
In fact, Tatum was understating it. Judging by the talent and mobility the guy had just shown, he could defend not only in the paint but also out on the perimeter against smaller players.
In other words, NBA guards wouldn't be able to drive into the paint and score, and they wouldn't be able to shoot over him on the perimeter, either.
That could spell the