Opening Night: Going for the Three-Peat!

Irving stayed glued to him, defending with all he had.

"Bang!"

Su Yan pounded the ball and stepped back, creating a bit of space between himself and Irving. He held the ball in his right hand and lowered his center of gravity... as if preparing to accelerate.

Drive or make contact?!

Irving quickly weighed his options.

Su Yan suddenly pounded the ball again and took another step back, creating even more space between himself and Irving. He was now two meters beyond the three-point line.

He rose up and fired a three-pointer.

A shot from a hundred paces, hitting its mark.

Nothing but net.

For Su Yan, making a shot like that was as easy as breathing.

"W-wait... you're shooting already?!"

Irving was stunned.

Su Yan shrugged. "I gave you plenty of time to defend me, but you didn't seem up to the task."

"I thought you were going to drive, keep trying to overpower me!"

Irving protested.

Su Yan shook his head. "With a frame like yours, running into you would just be bullying you. It wouldn't be right."

"I'm not that fragile!"

Irving objected. "I'm not afraid of contact."

They switched sides.

This time, Irving dribbled even faster, cooking up a storm until he finally left Su Yan behind.

"Got him!"

Irving attacked the basket with confidence, only for Su Yan to chase him down and swat his shot into the rafters.

"How is that possible?!"

Irving was shocked.

Back in college, even when he hadn't completely gotten past a defender, Irving could use his impressive core strength and soft touch to score over them.

He had just gotten completely past Su Yan and left him behind, yet Su Yan still caught up to block him from behind—and sent the ball into the rafters!

Wasn't that a bit