I Only Acknowledge That There Are No Flukes in MVPs!

"You're actually the Top Pick?!"

George looked utterly astonished.

Kenyon Martin: ???

What the hell did you mean by that?!

Where did he not look like the Top Pick? What about his talent or ability made him unworthy of being the Top Pick?!

Who were you looking down on?!!!

His hackles rose.

With one basic taunt, George directly baited out Kenyon Martin's ultimate move.

He was furious, though no one knew how serious the consequences would be.

He actively called for the ball, wanting to ride his hot hand and keep scoring over George's head to ease the offensive pressure.

This time?!

He caught the ball and bulldozed his way in, squeezing into the restricted area through a muscular confrontation with George and charging into his comfort zone.

"Ha!"

George growled as he stuck tightly to Kenyon Martin. The latter stayed calm, using consecutive feints and fakes to probe him.

He suddenly jumped, raised the ball high, and shot it off the glass.

George was half a beat slow, and his build was still slightly inferior, allowing Martin to score again.

Three straight makes.

Martin really seemed to be playing at the level a "Top Pick" should have.

But on the next possession.

George stood firm against Martin's drive, then chased him down as he attacked the basket and, from an extremely tight distance, poked the basketball away.

George blocked Martin.

"Hm?!"

Martin was somewhat surprised. He had converted that kind of attack several times already, and his athletic talent was superior to George's.

He did not understand why he had been blocked this time.

That should not have happened.

George merely smiled. "I've already figured out your offensive habits. You still want to beat me head-on one-on-one? No chance!"

"Heh heh!"

Kenyon Martin sneered. "Next time, I'll dunk right