Mbah a Moute was already drenched in sweat. This was the longest night he had experienced since becoming a professional player.
Yet No. 0, who had battled the Greek Freak just yesterday, still looked completely at ease in front of him.
His breathing was steady, and his dribbling rhythm remained composed.
When he lowered his center of gravity and quickened his dribble, Mbah a Moute felt nothing but tension.
He knew that no matter what Link chose to do next, it would be difficult for him to stop Link's offense!
Mbah a Moute focused completely, concentrating on predicting Link's driving direction. Link speeding up his dribble was a sign that he was about to make his move!
Sure enough, in the next second, Link pushed off and accelerated, attacking toward Mbah a Moute's right!
Mbah a Moute reacted immediately and slid over a step. Link had tormented him all day, but he was not a player who gave up easily.
More importantly, he was not someone who liked to lose.
Even when he played cards with his teammates in private, Mbah a Moute hated losing!
Mbah a Moute had done everything he possibly could this time. He thought that he should at least be able to stop Link once, right?
However, he was terribly mistaken.
After Mbah a Moute slid toward Link's driving lane, Link used an incredibly quick behind-the-back crossover and burst past him from the other side!
Mbah a Moute had no time at all to react to Link's second change of direction.
His mind knew that Link had switched directions and that he needed to cut him off, but his body simply could not keep up!
Link's speed left Mbah a Moute utterly baffled.
"Beautiful behind-the-back move! Link gets past Mbah a Moute! His moves are still