The Humiliation of a Nutmeg and a Board-Shattering Block

On the right side of the court, at the 45-degree angle, Chen Xi was still waiting for time to run down.

Even with powerful emotions surging in his chest, Chen still kept his cool and maintained the most precise read of the game.

He didn't know what Tutu and Green were thinking, and he didn't care.

All he had to do now was score. Nothing more.

Only by personally putting an end to all their hard work that night, by turning them into a backdrop and a laughingstock for fans in the years to come, could he truly vent his feelings.

He dribbled in place, waiting for the possession clock to wind down.

12 seconds, 11 seconds, 10 seconds, 9 seconds, 8 seconds...

As time ticked away, Green grew more and more anxious. Unable to hold his nerves, he finally edged forward a little.

Suddenly, Chen Xi made his move!

He exploded into a lightning-fast drive with a crossover, seized the opening, and got more than halfway past Green with a single step. Then he immediately followed with an exaggerated between-the-legs pullback.

The golden First Step Master and Ankle Breaker badges lit up one after the other.

Grant Williams had lost the advantage, and he panicked. His balance gave way.

Under the pressure radiating from Chen, coupled with his own poor body control, he was sent crashing to the floor by a simple drive followed by a sudden pullback.

Behind him, Tatum was also fooled by Chen's pullback and failed to get over in time to help.

So Chen easily pulled off another slightly deliberate leaning jumper.

As the shot dropped cleanly through the net, Chen carried his momentum forward a short distance before landing.

It wasn't that he wanted to step on Green.

Old Chen was just recreating a