Su Yan got serious.
Anthony brought the ball up and reached the right side of the arc. They were up by five and still had possession. If they scored on this possession, the lead would grow to more than seven.
The game would be over.
Unshakable confidence flickered in Anthony's eyes.
After the team got even stronger in the new season, their goal was simple: beat the two-time defending champion Knicks and win the championship.
Tonight's victory was especially important.
Su Yan moved up to guard him, watching Anthony and quickly reading his every triple-threat feint.
He didn't bite at all.
When the triple-threat move failed, Anthony dribbled to the right and accelerated, deliberately seeking contact with Su Yan.
They collided shoulder to shoulder, but Su Yan didn't give an inch.
Anthony had no intention of using his strength to overpower Su Yan's defense. Instead, he looked for an opening during the contact, used the momentum to spin, then accelerated to the left again.
He took a quick step forward. As Su Yan caught up, Anthony stopped abruptly and gave a little pump fake, shifting Su Yan's weight. Then he crossed back to the right and attacked the basket again.
Su Yan was left behind.
"Got him!"
Anthony's confidence surged.
When his team had the advantage and victory was almost within reach, he only played better and grew more confident.
That was just how Anthony was.
As the saying went... when things were going your way, they just kept getting better.
Su Yan wasn't worried in the slightest.
He turned and raced after him, keeping his eyes on Anthony's every move. The moment Anthony leaped for the layup, Su Yan planted his foot and sprang high into the air.
They were a full step apart.
But Su Yan's superior leap,