The Simplest Shot! Doubting Himself!

Su Yan raised the basketball over his head and leaned his body into the clinging Irving, creating an opening to bring the ball down.

The moment he brought it down,

Su Yan deliberately charged into him, slamming hard into Irving.

With the strength of [Steel Muscles and Iron Bones LV5], even O'Neal wouldn't dare act recklessly. What chance did Irving have of resisting?!

There were no fancy dribbling tricks.

Just the purest strength.

All numbers.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Irving stumbled backward again and again. Su Yan kept driving into him, crushing his way toward the basket.

Another savage collision.

Irving flew beneath the hoop. Su Yan glanced at him and casually put the ball through the basket.

"What's the point of dribbling?!"

Su Yan shrugged and started his lesson. "Basketball, in the end, is a game of talent.

As long as your body is strong enough, your wingspan long enough, and your power great enough,

you don't need technique. You can just use your raw physical gifts to crush your opponent... and win.

So ditch those fancy handles and come lift weights with me!"

Su Yan was trying to brainwash him.

"Not a chance."

Irving shook his head disdainfully. "Su Yan, you keep saying dribbling and technique don't matter.

Then why are you the best shooter in the league?

Why do you treat the three-point shot as your deadliest weapon?

Technique has to matter.

You must be trying to provoke me on purpose, saying things like that."

"Oh?!"

Su Yan blinked and smiled faintly. "Looks like this year's version of you isn't just some brute who relies on strength."

Irving's eyes shifted. He knew exactly who Su Yan was hinting at, and curled his lip. "I'm nothing like that idiot who only knows how to charge to the basket with