"Oh, my god!"
On the commentary desk.
Elliot clutched his head, his expression trembling: "Su Yan single-handedly dominated both offense and defense.
He's winning the game by himself.
The key is... the powerful Lakers seem to have no solution, only able to watch Su Yan slowly close the score, bit by bit.
This feeling of watching one person devour an entire team is truly soul-crushing!"
"Swish!"
Adding insult to injury.
Su Yan once again hit a Three-pointer from the Logo Area, causing the Lakers players' mental states to explode!
Power Forward Humphries stood frozen, swallowing hard: "No, why is Su Yan so strong?!
Is he trying to destroy us single-handedly?!
This... how is this possible?!"
"Beep beep!"
Seeing the situation was dire, "The Zen Master" Phil Jackson quickly called a timeout to buffer the Knicks' unstoppable momentum.
"WTF?!"
Artest couldn't help but curse: "It's one thing that Su Yan's individual offense is strong.
Why is this guy's defense so monstrous too?
He hits Three-point shots unreasonably, drives to the basket unreasonably, and yet... he also disrupts our good offensive plays on defense.
Offense and defense.
Su Yan, alone, gives us no breathing room, and we still seem to have no way to counter.
What is this situation?!
How is this possible?!
Is this really fair?!"
Artest was on the verge of collapse, anxious to the point where he even considered resorting to physical force.
But...
He knew deep down how powerful Su Yan was, how monstrous his fighting ability was.
He had suffered before.
He no longer dared to provoke him easily.
With no other options, he could only watch Su Yan score over his head again and again.
This feeling of powerlessness was truly frustrating, infuriating, and utterly helpless!!!
"Tsk tsk..."
Paul couldn't help but click his tongue: "As