Just as Zach LaVine's words fell, Madison Square Garden was instantly set ablaze. The crowd's enthusiasm erupted like a volcano, with cheers and screams rising one after another in ever-higher waves.
Everyone was wildly chanting Goodwin's name. The deafening roar seemed capable of lifting the roof off the arena.
Their faces brimmed with excitement and anticipation, as though they could not wait to see this perfect-score dunk king accept Zach LaVine's challenge.
Faced with such a fervent atmosphere, the corners of Goodwin's lips lifted slightly into a confident, faintly teasing smile.
Although he had not originally planned to take part in this contest, that did not mean he feared going head-to-head with Zach LaVine.
On the contrary, the fighting spirit in his heart had been completely ignited.
He slowly rose to his feet, stretched out his arms, then twisted his waist and loosened up his entire body.
Under the blazing gazes of the entire crowd, he bent down and picked up the springy ball from the floor.
Then, with light steps, he sprinted toward midcourt like an agile cheetah and took up his starting position.
However, at that moment, Zach LaVine spoke from the side. "Senior, don't you need to change into something more suitable first? Like a professional jersey and basketball shoes.
"If you do, I don't mind waiting a little longer! After all, we're about to have a fair and proper contest!"
At this moment, Goodwin was wearing nothing more than loose, casual clothes, with an unremarkable pair of casual shoes on his feet.
Clearly, such attire was somewhat ill-suited for the intense showdown about to begin.
Yet after hearing Zach LaVine's considerate words, Goodwin did not pause or hesitate in the slightest. Instead, he wagged a finger at him in an unmistakably provocative gesture.
As if to