He Won

Foster's first offense.

He dribbled left and right with big crossover moves. His dribbling lacked flash, but it was steady.

Tang Tian didn't move erratically either, just holding his defensive ground.

Foster suddenly changed direction to the right for a drive. His burst of speed was incredibly swift, eliciting gasps from the spectators on the sidelines.

Among the people who had one-on-one'd with Foster before, many didn't even get a chance to attack because they couldn't defend him at all. Without defense, there was no possession, let alone a chance to win.

However, before their gasps reached their peak, they were immediately drowned out by even louder exclamations.

Tang Tian had completely anticipated Foster's drive. He moved to cut him off early, completely blocking his path and forcing him to stop!

This guy isn't just all talk!

Tang Tian could currently unleash about 80% of his individual skill set. If he could defend against quasi-NBA rookies like Butler and Brooks, he could naturally defend against an NBA fringe player like Foster.

Foster was very surprised. He immediately confirmed that Tang Tian was a professional player. He didn't know where he played, but he was definitely professional. Amateur streetball players wouldn't have such precise anticipation.

No wonder he dared to talk so big; he actually had some skill.

Recognizing Tang Tian's identity, he felt more confident but not the least bit flustered.

A non-NBA young player, relying on his professional status, was acting cocky on the streetball court without knowing his limits. He deserved a harsh lesson.

After stopping the ball, he spun around multiple times, then executed a stylish turnaround fadeaway.

The difference between professionals and amateurs lay in how each skill had been practiced tens of thousands of times. Their techniques were purely instinctual, coupled with outstanding physical talent. This shot was both fast and aesthetically pleasing.

Another wave of involuntary gasps rose from the sidelines.

But these weren't for Foster; they were for Tang Tian. Tang Tian jumped almost simultaneously with Foster, extending his hand to completely block Foster's shooting vision.

Foster only saw one hand. He managed to raise the arc to avoid the block, but the shot was noticeably short after he released it.

The basketball landed outside the rim, a complete airball!

The fans on the sidelines were stunned, forgetting to cheer for a moment. Tang Tian had actually defended it. No, not only did he defend it, but he made Foster shoot an airball!

This wasn't just showing off; it was genuinely impressive!

After a brief silence, a sudden eruption of cheers and whistles followed.

This $500 game was definitely worth the price!

"That was a great defense," the person called Professor couldn't help but say after watching.

"Damn it, I underestimated you!" Foster walked back to the three-point line.

"Aren't they switching possession?" the Professor asked the person next to him.

"Their agreement was that Foster would take five shots, and if he makes one, the yellow-skinned guy loses."

"Interesting." After hearing the explanation, the Professor couldn't help but glance at Tang Tian again.

Foster's second shot.

This time, everyone on the sidelines paid close attention. After witnessing the first round of their contest, they were afraid of missing any more exciting moments.

For a $500 game, this round alone was worth at least $100!

This time, Foster dribbled from the three-point line to the free-throw line and then began his offense with his back to Tang Tian.

From the previous play, he had already witnessed Tang Tian's excellent anticipation. It would be difficult to break through him head-on.

If a frontal breakthrough was difficult, he'd use a post-up. Anyway, he was an all-around swingman with plenty of techniques for one-on-one.

He used a post-up, spun around, posted up again, and then executed a sudden turnaround fadeaway.

This shot was a guaranteed make against the white point guard he played earlier.

However, as soon as he turned, he realized something was wrong. Tang Tian hadn't shaken him off at all. Again, Tang Tian jumped almost simultaneously to contest, his long arms completely blocking his vision and shooting angle.

Why is this guy's reaction so fast!

This time, he deliberately raised the arc and increased the force of his shot.

"Bang!"

The ball hit the back of the rim, bounced off, and flew behind the backboard.

With his angle and vision completely gone, shooting was no different than a blind guess.

Kobe might have had a chance to make this shot, but for him, the probability was almost zero.

This time, the heckling from the sidelines grew louder.

Tang Tian had defended two shots in a row!

Defending one might have been due to Foster's poor shooting touch or underestimating his opponent, but two in a row was different.

Foster's third shot.

He received the ball but didn't rush his offense. Instead, he took a deep breath and observed Tang Tian's movements.

Observing the defender's movements was what his college coach told him most often.

But after watching for a while, Tang Tian hadn't moved at all.

It seemed his college coach couldn't help him at this point.

However, since Tang Tian wasn't moving...

He suddenly jumped up and shot.

A surprise attack from beyond the three-point line!

His idea was good, but he misjudged the distance between him and Tang Tian. Before he could jump, Tang Tian had already lunged in front of him. As he jumped, Tang Tian reached out with all his might.

"Slap!"

With one hand, Tang Tian directly blocked Foster!

The players on the sidelines were stunned.

The block was clean and swift, even described as a smack right in his face.

Foster looked a bit disheveled!

"That Asian guy, he won," the Professor said, making his judgment.

Not just the Professor, but the other streetball players, after seeing this block, knew it was impossible for Foster to score against Tang Tian's defense.

"It's not over yet!" Foster saw the reaction from the sidelines and threw the ball to Tang Tian himself.

He still had two more chances.

Tang Tian threw the ball back to Foster.

After receiving the ball, Foster chose to drive, then suddenly stopped and stepped back mid-drive.

This move would become James Harden's signature in the future, but Foster completely missed the essence of this technique. He didn't create enough space between himself and Tang Tian before stepping back.

Tang Tian leaped forward, blocking his view again.

"Bang!"

Foster's fourth shot, still no good!

He landed, panting heavily.

This player who appeared out of nowhere had defense that was almost too good...

He even felt the opponent could definitely establish a foothold in the NBA with such defensive ability.

Damn it, who is this guy? Why is he on a streetball court in New Haven, and here to earn $500?

"Fifth ball," Tang Tian said, throwing the ball to Foster as a reminder.

Defending four shots was within his expectations, but he hadn't expected it to be easier than anticipated. It seemed his stamina had improved again during this period.

Foster took the ball but didn't attack immediately. He even seemed a bit lost.

From the first shot until now, he had only used a few of his techniques, but he had a feeling that no matter which one he used, he couldn't get past Tang Tian's defense.