Li Chen watched in shock as Jordan walked toward him, step by step.
Li Chen could feel the all-conquering confidence Jordan had on the court. It was just like the feeling he'd had when he entered that wondrous state.
"Rookie, congratulations."
Jordan's words seemed to come out of nowhere, and their meaning wasn't clear.
But Li Chen understood.
Then a burning fighting spirit filled Li Chen's eyes. Was this the strongest version of Jordan?
Good. Very good. Then let me see just how strong you are at your best.
Jordan saw the fighting spirit in Li Chen's eyes and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. If you can still look at me like that after seeing what I can do, then you're worthy of becoming my successor.
Just then, Jordan moved. He moved.
Li Chen snapped back to the present, fixing his eyes on Jordan's next move.
But the next moment, somehow, Jordan had already gotten past him.
Li Chen didn't understand. He really didn't. Jordan's speed wasn't remarkable, yet he'd still been beaten.
His body jolted. Suddenly, he got it.
It was the rhythm. Jordan controlled the rhythm so well—no, perfectly. He could execute every basketball skill flawlessly right now. Was that the power of that wondrous state?
As Li Chen's thoughts raced, Jordan had already blown past three Clippers. The Clippers players were starting to despair. Was this the God of Basketball? He was too strong.
No wonder some NBA players didn't want to be matched up against him. It was truly hopeless.
At the same time, Li Chen sprinted after Jordan. As Jordan soared into the air, preparing to dunk,
Li Chen leaped too, reaching up with his right hand to swat the ball from Jordan's grasp.
But just then, Jordan pulled the ball back to