New Behemoth

"Hasan Whiteside! He swatted Leonard's layup straight into the stands! My God, Leonard thought he'd found an easy target, but instead he ran into a wall!"

Hubie Brown nearly shouted himself hoarse, while Marc Jackson beside him was too stunned to say a word.

One was the Spurs' rising heir apparent; the other was a ten-day contract worker whose name many fans could not even pronounce.

The gap in status between them was enormous. They were not comparable in the slightest. It seemed there should have been no suspense whatsoever in the outcome of their matchup.

Yet these two utterly incomparable players had produced a scene that overturned everyone's expectations.

Leonard stared blankly toward the stands. The basketball in his hand had just been swatted there. Normally, he was the one sending other people's shots flying like that; this was the first time someone had humiliated him with such a block!

Though the Spurs' number two remained expressionless, he was anything but calm inside.

From the opening tip until now, not a single minute of this game had gone smoothly for him.

He had been faked into the air by Link at the start, then forced by Link into missing a mid-range jumper. After that, Link had suppressed him on both ends of the floor.

Now that he had finally endured until the Grizzlies' interior defense was at its weakest, some guy he did not even know had come flying in for a huge block...

This was without question the most frustrating game Leonard had played all season—and the game had only just begun.

Whether things would get even worse from here was anyone's guess!

Over the past eleven games, Leonard had been the one tormenting others. Today, he had become the one being tormented.

Link walked over excitedly to