The Rout Was Complete! What a Shame, What a Shame!

"My God!"

The undisguised excitement on Drexler's face meant he was destined never to make it in Hollywood.

He roared, "Nine three-pointers, and the third quarter isn't even over yet. What kind of concept is that?!

Tonight.

Su Yan is on track to make more than ten three-pointers, and he might even break the single-game record of twelve three-pointers set by Kobe and Marshall!"

"Wooow~"

Anticipation filled Reggie Miller's face. "That would be absolutely insane!!!

Right now.

Because Su Yan has hit three more three-pointers, and done so with incredible efficiency, the Knicks have cut a ten-point deficit down to just a three-point score difference.

One more three-pointer would tie it up.

And for the Warriors, something even worse than the score being caught up is... Monta Ellis's touch is fading.

He's no longer like he was in the first half, unstoppable, able to make every shot no matter how difficult.

Even though he has scored 31 points.

But... his efficiency is dropping, and that is the most fatal situation for the Warriors."

As he spoke.

On the court.

Monta Ellis's offense stalled once again under the double-team of Su Yan and Wilson Chandler.

His eyes narrowed.

Instinctively, he wanted to find Curry and dump the bailout pass on him, but then he suddenly realized... Curry wasn't on the court.

A glance from the corner of his eye.

Revealed Maggette open in the low post on the other side.

He feigned a pass toward CJ Waterson, then dished the ball to Maggette without looking.

A great opportunity.

Maggette took the ball straight to the basket. David Lee was a beat too slow to react and had no time to defend.

In the end.

Maggette missed what was practically an open layup.

It felt even more despairing than Curry bricking a bailout three-pointer!

"What the hell was that?"

Ellis's face turned livid. He was angry. He felt that his teammates were all useless, that not a single one of them could play.

He started forcing things.

He began endlessly isolating, refusing to pass even when Su Yan and Wilson Chandler stopped him.

He initiated contact.

Then spun into a fadeaway, an absurdly difficult turnaround jumper over the blocks of two defenders—the kind that would make the Top Five if it went in.

Of course.

Clang!

Clang!

The sound of bricks rang out one after another.

Ellis forced reckless shots, the Warriors' offense stagnated, and Su Yan's gravity drew defenders as the Knicks' counterattack began to roll.

David Lee in the low post.

Harrington lurking for corner threes.

Wilson Chandler's drives to the basket with even more space.

And... Gallinari, who had come in off the bench, also got much easier looks from outside.

Before the end of the third quarter, nine three-pointers.

Su Yan's firepower from beyond the Three-point line was too fierce, his deterrence too immense. It benefited his teammates and made their offense easier.

The three-point score difference.

Vanished in an instant.

Seeing his teammates playing well, Su Yan was in no hurry to attack either. After all... the three-pointer task was a two-way pursuit.

No matter which one it was, the prerequisite was winning the game.

Until the final moments of the third quarter, with the Knicks holding for the last shot, only seven seconds remained.

Duhong quickly pushed the ball up.

Then... he kicked it out to Su Yan in the right-side Logo Area. Harrington stepped up to set a screen, and Su Yan caught the ball and took two steps forward.

There was no time left.

"Screech!"

Su Yan came to an abrupt stop and launched an ultra-deep three from what looked to be seven feet—over two meters—beyond the Three-point line.

It was a rushed, forced shot with no time left.

Everyone knew that.

Maggette followed him, but he only symbolically reached out to contest. He couldn't defend it all-out.

Giving up a foul would be a disastrous loss.

"A shot at the end of the quarter like that definitely won't go in, right?"

Usually, that was how it went.

Even though there were plenty of forced ultra-deep Three-pointers like this in highlight reels, they were only highlights.

In reality, the shooting percentage was extremely low.

Yet when Maggette said that, his tone was filled with uncertainty, simply because it was Su Yan taking the three!

"It probably won't go in... right?"

He turned to look back. His mouth said no, but his heart was panicking.

The spinning basketball traced a beautiful rainbow through the sky and, under Maggette's stunned and terrified gaze, dropped into the Nets!!!

"Oh, no!"

Maggette clutched his head and roared in despair, "Hacks! This bastard is using hacks!!!"

Su Yan hit the buzzer-beating three at the end of the third quarter—and it was an ultra-deep one.

With that Three-pointer, Su Yan had made his tenth three of the game, completing the first task in their two-way pursuit.

Of course.

It would only truly count once they won the game.

"One down, still... three to go!"

As Su Yan walked back to the bench, he counted on his fingers, a smile curling at his lips.

"Ahhhhhh~"

Piercing screams erupted throughout the arena.

These... were all female screams. Even through the phone screen, one could feel the lovestruck shrieks overflowing from the women in the crowd.

Come on.

This was the Warriors' home court. Wasn't it rude to cheer for the visiting team?

It was rude.

So... even though the male fans found Su Yan's threes terrifying, and that buzzer-beating ultra-deep Three-pointer insanely impressive, they still held themselves back.

They were preserving the last shred of dignity for the home team.

But the female fans could not restrain themselves at all. It seemed as if whoever screamed the loudest would win Su Yan's heart.

"That three was so handsome~"

"How many? Su Yan made ten threes in a single game? No one has made that many threes this season yet, right?!"

"Who said Su Yan was just a pretty face? Come out and take your beating~"

"One three after another, sketching beautiful rainbow arcs through the air, making people never want to look away! Su Yan isn't just handsome, he has a great body, and he's this amazing at basketball too. Oh my God. What kind of heavenly boyfriend would he be? If I could date him for one day, I'd do anything!!!"

"Men who can shoot threes are so handsome. Watching Su Yan play, I can't keep my legs closed anymore!"

"Ahhhhhh~ The way Su Yan shoots threes is too intoxicating. I'm hopelessly in love with him already. I really hope he can play games with me using a whip, every single night!!!"

"..."

If dunks represented the ultimate aesthetics of violence, then threes were like a wealthy CEO painting—refined yet domineering, making people fall even more deeply under their spell!!!

Su Yan had captivated a huge number of women.

After three quarters.

Su Yan had drilled ten threes, helping his team erase a ten-point Score difference and take a five-point lead.

They outscored them by 15 points in a single quarter.

Curry played terribly?

But without Curry, the Warriors seemed even more pathetic!

In the final quarter.

It was first a battle between the benches.

Larry Hughes teamed up with Gallinari and unleashed an offensive storm.

In just 3 minutes and 21 seconds, the two helped the Knicks extend their 5-point lead to 11.

"Beep beep!"

Don Nelson had no choice but to call a timeout.

He sent the Starting lineup back in early.

But... Ellis had gotten carried away. He started forcing shots, ignoring all his teammates and doing whatever he wanted.

That might have let him score more and more points.

But the team fell further and further behind.

When Su Yan came back in, his three-pointers were still being tightly guarded. So... he used [Off-ball Movement lv1] and the threat of his own shooting.

He converted a layup and finished a fast-break counterattack.

He continued looking for three-point opportunities. He only needed three more Three-pointers to complete the second task.

Who would have thought?

With Ellis forcing shots and Curry glued to the bench, the Warriors collapsed like a defeated army and suddenly died on the spot.

There were still 6 minutes left in the final quarter.

The Score difference had already reached 23 points.

Don Nelson gave up struggling, and D'Antoni called off the troops as well.

What the hell...

I didn't even try, and you guys were already done for?

The moment Su Yan sat back down on the bench, he knew the second task of mutual pursuit could not be completed tonight.

What a shame, what a shame!!!

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