The Christmas Game Record is Broken! The Divine Calculator Makes a Mistake! (High Energy, 2500+ Words)

"Kid, I'm going to run right over your right side, then slam one on you." After backing down with the ball, Shaquille O'Neal spoke to Zhou Ze behind him.

"Fatso, you're weak as hell now, so quit bragging." Zhou Ze said contemptuously, though his nerves were actually stretched taut and his defensive focus had never been more intense.

Thump! O'Neal put the ball on the floor and backed him down. Zhou Ze was bulldozed half a step backward. The Old Shark's stamina had indeed been drained considerably.

O'Neal suddenly spun halfway over his right shoulder. Zhou Ze quickly pressed up against him, but seeing that he had not been shaken free and was still some distance from the basket, the Big Shark kept his pivot foot planted like a rock. He faked with his shoulders as if going for a hook shot, but after fooling Zhou Ze's balance, he spun halfway forward over his left shoulder and quickly created half a body's worth of separation. The Old Shark planted his left foot, linked it into an up-and-under move, and floated the ball up.

The 147-kilogram Old Shark's footwork was still silky smooth. Against the relatively well-rested Zhou Ze, he got two points.

"Great shot!"

"Shaq, tear this damn rookie apart!"

The Miami Heat fans at courtside danced with excitement after seeing O'Neal overpower Zhou Ze one-on-one.

"Rookie, is this your first time seeing footwork this dreamy?" O'Neal raised his brows at Zhou Ze after scoring.

"Fatso, you're so weak now that all you can rely on is footwork."

"Do you dare go toe-to-toe with me like a real man?"

Zhou Ze replied with a broad smile.

"Rookie, your provocation is way too low-level." The Old Shark grinned.

Yet while the two on the court both wore smiles, each was harboring