Dunk the Admiral First! Then the Stone Buddha!

"U-N-B-E-L-I-E-V-A-B-L-E!!!!" The Spurs commentator could only roar to vent his emotions!

"WHERE AMAZING HAPPENS!!!"

What had they just witnessed?

An epic poster dunk—this basket would go down in history alongside Jordan posterizing O'Neal and Kobe posterizing Ewing!

Earth-shattering!

Flying!

Kobe was truly flying!

A poster dunk over a giant!

"This is a dunk worthy of the history books! It'll be one of the top ten plays of the season!"

"The dunk of the season—locked in!"

"What did I just see? Kobe took flight, rode the Admiral, knocked him flying, and hammered it home one-handed while hanging on the rim!"

"Too powerful! That vertical, that speed!"

"Insane! I must be insane to be seeing something even dreams couldn't imagine!"

"Posterizing an aging Ewing was one thing! But now Kobe has dunked the Admiral—the man known as the NBA's strongest leaper—right onto the floor?"

"Did you see that look in his eyes? Obsessive! Cold! Domineering!"

"David." Duncan hurried over, somewhat at a loss, and helped the Admiral up.

The Admiral clenched his teeth so hard that the muscles in his cheeks seemed ready to tear apart.

"I'm fine."

Only then did the referee blow the whistle for a blocking foul.

He, too, had been stunned by that dunk, as though a god or demon had descended upon the court!

But no one complained about the late whistle.

They were all too stunned—and besides, it was an obvious block.

"HOHOHO~ Someone still wants to compete for the title of best center in the league? After getting dunked on like that, do you have any pride left?" Shaquille O'Neal sneered from the side.

"Fuck you!" The Admiral's fury surged as he stepped forward, ready to settle things with O'Neal!

Damn fat bastard!

It wasn't even you who dunked it! What are you so smug