Fighting Violence with Violence! A Prophecy Fulfilled: Bodies Flying Everywhere!

The damage was minimal, but the humiliation was fucking enormous!!!

But that was the truth.

From a god's-eye view.

Su Yan stood rooted to the spot, solid as a rock and steady as Mount Tai. His expression was as calm as an ancient well, utterly composed.

He did not even look like he was exerting himself.

In fact... if circumstances allowed, he could probably pull out his phone and watch some "window-wiping" videos.

Meanwhile, Stephen Jackson...

He gritted his teeth, his face twisted viciously, veins bulging on his forehead as strange cries burst from his throat.

Everyone knew.

He was straining with every inch of his body, yet... he was the only one wasting effort. Su Yan simply would not budge.

Su Yan's expression remained blank.

Stephen Jackson's face was grotesquely twisted.

The contrast made the humiliation all the worse.

The fans froze at first, then... burst into laughter, mocking Stephen Jackson for his incompetence.

That was right.

He called himself the "Martial Saint," played violently, and had talked all kinds of trash before the game, only to fail to harm even a single hair on Su Yan's head.

With that comparison.

He looked so soft it was unbearable to watch.

Talk the toughest shit, take the hardest beating.

If they were not going to laugh at him, who else would they laugh at?

Every burst of laughter rang especially harshly in Stephen Jackson's ears.

He was violent.

But he was not stupid. Of course he knew that all those jeers were aimed at him.

He had no idea where the sudden burst of strength in Su Yan's body had come from.

No one had said Su Yan was this strong during the pregame scouting. He had clearly managed to knock him back just moments ago.

But he knew.

He had already used every ounce of strength he had, yet he still could not move Su Yan. He had humiliated himself beyond belief.

But with the arrow on the string, he had no choice but to fire.

"Ahhh! Bastard!!!"

As if he had gone mad, Stephen Jackson slammed into Su Yan even more violently, determined to fight him to the death.

Beep! Beep!

The whistle blew.

Had Stephen Jackson been called for throwing an elbow because his humiliation had made him too violent and his movements too big?

No—it was a 24-second shot-clock violation.

That also meant... Stephen Jackson had been thoroughly humiliated for a full 24 seconds on that possession!!!

"Whoa~"

The arena erupted once again!

Stephen Jackson's old face turned red in an instant. Luckily his skin was dark enough that no one could tell.

Humiliation and rage.

Just one defensive possession—Su Yan had not even moved from his spot—and he had already shattered Stephen Jackson's composure.

With such a fragile heart.

He was destined never to accomplish anything great.

Stephen Jackson was unwilling to accept it in every possible way.

The possession changed.

When Su Yan received the ball at the right side of the Top of the key, Stephen Jackson immediately beat Gerald Wallace to him.

He locked onto Su Yan.

Like a rabid dog, he pounced on him and tangled him up.

"Brat, you deliberately held back at first, making me think you had no strength. Then you suddenly exerted yourself and caught me off guard.

You really are deceitful.

You got lucky once, but... you will not be so lucky next possession!!!"

Stephen Jackson sneered.

He tried to find an excuse for himself.

Su Yan saw right through him and showed no mercy as he said flatly, "What are you talking about? I clearly told you to put some strength into it.

But you had no strength at all.

You were soft as if you hadn't eaten dinner!

I'm telling you, a man can't just be too fast—he can't be too soft either. To a certain extent... the latter is even more fatal!!!"

Stephen Jackson's pupils dilated.

Did he not understand?

He understood all too well.

He felt like he had been insulted again for no reason, and this insult was even worse than the last one!

"Bastard! I'll kill you!"

Stephen Jackson blew up again. He pounced forward fiercely, initiating intense physical contact and smothering Su Yan with aggressive pressure.

He absolutely would not let Su Yan shoot a three.

"You like contact that much?!"

Su Yan narrowed his eyes, then smiled faintly. "Perfect... I'm feeling pretty aggressive tonight too.

I'll use you to test it out."

Stephen Jackson was still a little confused.

But Su Yan's charge had already begun.

Just like Stephen Jackson, there were no flashy Dribbling moves—only the raw strength of a complete brute.

"You think I'm afraid of you?!"

Stephen Jackson gritted his teeth and tensed his entire body as he met him head-on.

Bang!

The two collided.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Stephen Jackson staggered three steps backward, just as Su Yan had when Stephen Jackson had rammed into him earlier.

The difference was—

Su Yan had stepped back on purpose.

Stephen Jackson was forced back because he simply couldn't withstand it.

"This strength..."

Stephen Jackson's scalp went numb again.

Su Yan clearly looked so refined, nothing like a muscular beast no matter how one looked at him, so why did he have such monstrous strength?!

My strength isn't weak either.

I'm a swingman too, so why am I barely any stronger than him?!

No matter how hard Stephen Jackson thought about it, he couldn't figure it out.

What he knew even less was... Su Yan had not even used his full strength in that collision.

Su Yan charged at him again.

This time, he put even more force into it.

"Ahhh!"

Stephen Jackson's eyes widened. He roared to summon up strength, even staking the title of "Martial Saint" on it. No matter what, he had to stop Su Yan.

It was a good thought.

His fighting spirit was strong.

But it was... like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

Bang!

Thud!

Su Yan slammed into him with even greater force, sending Stephen Jackson flying aside and crashing onto the hardwood.

That strength—holy shit~

The male fans' jaws dropped.

The female fans were already letting their imaginations run wild, fantasizing about things that would make them lose themselves in pleasure!!!

"Oh, my god!"

McGrady, standing on the perimeter, clutched his head. "What terrifying strength!"

"Was that the impact of a 180-kilogram bench press?!"

Wilson Chandler's eyes widened on the bench, utterly stunned. "Damn, it felt like getting rammed by The King's bulldozer!!!"

"Yan, this way!"

David Lee under the basket was still fairly clear-headed and remembered they were in a game. He immediately called for Su Yan to go around his left side.

He had already boxed out Mohammed.

Su Yan charged in, grabbed the ball, rose up, and threw down a tomahawk dunk.

At 201 centimeters tall with a 213-centimeter wingspan and average leaping ability, his physical gifts did not look particularly exceptional.

But dunking was still effortless for him.

And... under [Steel Bones lv1], his explosiveness had been enhanced, making that dunk even more violent!!!

But it was not over yet.

Over the next five minutes, Su Yan and Stephen Jackson kept going at each other. If they were not battling physically, they were on their way to another clash.

And the result?

Su Yan won every time.

Either he knocked him aside, knocked him down, or sent both men sprawling!!!

Stephen Jackson liked violence, did he? Then Su Yan would fight violence with violence!!!

"Wooow~"

At the commentary table, after seeing Su Yan knock Stephen Jackson over once again, Kenny Smith could not help exclaiming, "Before the game, Stephen Jackson joked that he would send Su Yan and the Knicks sprawling all over the floor.

And yet... his words came true!

He became the one getting sent sprawling!!!"