The Oppressive Aura of Fang Er!

Alafuluo didn't know Curry that well. He only knew he was a three-point shooter.

Of course.

He also knew Curry was the second option on a championship team, but... instinctively, he saw him as merely the second option hidden beneath Su Yan's brilliance.

Simply put.

The second-best player on a team was the team's second option.

That didn't mean the second option was necessarily that good.

He acknowledged Su Yan's strength, but looked down on Curry.

On the next possession.

Alafuluo still confidently picked up Curry, applying even more vicious, suffocating pressure.

He wanted to outright steal the ball from Curry, or at the very least force him to stop.

Curry?... Having adjusted his condition, he displayed the ability worthy of a championship team's second option.

A change of rhythm.

A fake, then an acceleration.

A hesitation move that toyed with him.

Whoosh!

With a lunge and burst of speed, he beat Alafuluo once again, driving into the paint from the right. Before Nene could rotate over to help.

He floated a high shot off the glass near the rim.

It went in again.

Just 1 minute and 12 seconds later.

Curry once again used a dazzling change of direction to shake off Alafuluo's tight defense and cut into the lane from the left.

He was getting into better and better form, playing with increasing composure.

He cradled the ball for a layup. With Nene and Anthony both chasing him down, he hung in the air and dodged, switching the ball from left to right for a reverse layup off the glass.

Swish!

It went in again.

"Ah?!"

Alafuluo's eyes widened, his jaw dropping. "What is with that unbelievably smooth drive?!

Didn't he have no driving ability?!

Wasn't his drive just luck?!

What the hell is going on?!"

He was