Generation Z Artists

Chapter 161 The Demon King Descends from the Sky
When people are extremely angry, they can actually laugh.

Jordan suddenly grinned, chewing his gum vigorously while nodding and laughing.

"Good, good, good!"

He turned around, using his shoulder and back to brace against Fang Xinghe, and grabbed the ball with one hand.

"You'll find out soon enough that your little tricks are nothing!"

Fang Xinghe felt a surge of power coming from his chest, and then, as Jordan exerted his strength, his entire chest ached and felt stuffy.

Grass!
High post-up move!

With Jordan's current abilities, it would be extremely difficult for him to face Fang Xinghe head-on, because the speed difference is too great, and the effectiveness of his skills would be severely reduced.

But instead of confronting him directly, he quickly tormented Fang Xinghe to the point of desperation.

Danzi now weighs at least 110 kilograms, and his static strength is enough to compete with power forwards in the league. He can also withstand a couple of blows from centers.

With the weight added and the strength increased, arching the Milky Way was like arching a child.

Fang Xinghe, whose strength is enough to dominate in the number 1 position, is extremely passive in the face of such overwhelming size and weight.

Moreover, Danzi didn't just go in recklessly. After bumping into Fang Xinghe and fully engaging his resistance, he turned around like an eel and then gently nudged him with his non-ball-holding hand, immediately leaving Fang Xinghe a body length behind.

With an old basketball scoundrel like Danzi blocking your way, the only outcome is watching him dunk.

boom!
After a dull thud, the fat penguin was hanging from the basket.

"Back to you."

Danzi was furious. He threw the basketball at Fang Xinghe and mocked, "You're nothing special."

Grass!
This shameless jerk!

Fang was furious, so he made a forward thrust followed by a crossover dribble, forcing Danzi's front foot back, then pulled the ball back and shot.

The basketball traced a beautiful arc and swished through the net with a clean swish.

Two points were scored from the three-pointer, making the score 3-1.

Fang Xinghe's breakthrough was so intimidating that Danzi didn't dare to get too close; the shot was so calm and elegant.

Back then, Danzi was difficult to defend against because of his combination of sudden attacks and shots.

Now it was Fang Xinghe's turn to show off his skills in front of him.

This was a cruel thing, but it also aroused Danzi's competitive spirit. In the next possession, Danzi suddenly stopped and turned his back to the basket, and made a classic turnaround fadeaway jump shot from the side of the free throw line.

His bulky body was no longer as graceful, but his powerful core still maintained its stability, and the basketball swished through the hoop.

It's unavoidable.

This is impossible to prevent.

The moment after a back-to-back confrontation will inevitably lead to a delayed jump, thus losing the opportunity to interfere.

If you don't give them any contact, you have to slide back and give them space, making it even less likely that you'll be able to interfere with the veteran's choices.

"I'll still beat you to a pulp when I'm 50!"

Danzi was very excited after scoring and started trash-talking again.

This isn't bragging; Danzi really can dominate rookies at 50. He's done it before, and it was exposed by the media.

Fang Xinghe is no ordinary rookie, but he is two sizes smaller than Danzi. In the world of basketball, the size difference is an insurmountable chasm.

Then, the score became deadlocked.

Danzi lost his speed and explosiveness, and his wingspan alone was not enough to stop Fang Xinghe's breakthrough.

Fang Xinghe, despite being smaller, couldn't withstand Danzi's masterful back-to-back attacks.

This was a completely and purely mutual destruction game, with neither side able to exploit the other's strengths.

That's precisely why the competition became so exciting.

Fang Xinghe unleashed his full array of skills: crossover, double crossover in front of the body, rapid variations of high and low steps, cross-step same-side power thrust, sudden stop and start with a backstep...

Every shot was delivered with a different technique, leaving Dani completely bewildered.

Danny Smith's moves are limited to two main strategies: dribble once for a strong drive, face the basket and turn around, then either box out for a strong drive or turn left and right for a fadeaway jump shot.

Left and right, left and right, right and left, deep and shallow, sometimes strong and sometimes slow.

Simple, efficient, and highly targeted.

You can say Dan is bad, but you can't say he's bad.

From the very first ball, he exploited Fang Xinghe's weaknesses in physique and physical strength, stubbornly defending his only strength.

"Damn it, if I were 198cm tall, I could beat the shit out of you!"

Fang Xinghe rubbed his chest, where Danzi had deliberately bumped him several times, and it was now sore.

However, Danzi didn't fare any better. She slipped twice and had to pull and tug to defend against Fang Xinghe once.

Regarding that foul, the old rogue argued confidently: "Basketball is a man's sport. Only cowards complain to the referee!"

Bold!

You false goat, you're skewered in Washington!
The score went back and forth, and Danzi's trash talk kept escalating.

"You've lost your place again? Oh, no, you just couldn't reach it..."

"Scoring a goal over your head is easier than drinking water for me!"

"Nice shot! Too easy."

This guy gets really talkative when he gets into a game. He has to say something after every basket. Is this what the basketball god is like?

Fang Xinghe wasn't too keen on paying attention to him, only glancing at the scoreboard when he was at his most triumphant.

"I thought you were in the lead, but it turns out you were just talking the talk."

What kind of trash talk do veteran NBA players use? You'll have to see what Fang Ge has to say.

With just that one sentence, Danzi shut his mouth and rammed Fang Xinghe three times like a mad bull.

Bang bang bang!
Three backstabs followed by a barely perceptible elbow strike after she turned around. The inexperienced newcomer finally succumbed to her lack of experience, staggering and losing her footing.

Jordan slammed the ball down with a powerful dunk, then pointed at Fang Xinghe's nose and said, "Kid, welcome to the NBA!"

Swish!
Fang Xinghe hadn't reacted yet when a group of people on the sidelines stood up in unison, extremely nervous.

Dan, don't be impulsive. Have you forgotten who that was?
But Fang Xinghe did not get up and throw a punch; in fact, he did not even ask Danzi to change his fighting style.

He just grinned and said, "Good, keep it up."

The tone wasn't harsh, and the expression wasn't fierce, but suddenly an unusual feeling arose in everyone's heart.

In the next round, Fang Xinghe received the ball at the top of the arc and slowly bent over.

Pass the ball, power up and stop, pull it back between your legs!

Change direction, accelerate sharply, stop abruptly, and then pull back!

He looked up and bowed to the Buddha, deceiving Danzi's center of gravity, and then launched a powerful three-step attack!
In fact, Danzi couldn't hold that half-body position back even when he was pulled back for the first time.

When he was pulled back a second time, he had tried his best to shift his center of gravity, but it was too late to stop him.

Instead of making a direct breakthrough, Fang Xinghe followed up with a feint, and Jordan's center of gravity was completely lost under his aggressive pressure.

With a soft snap, Danzi was finally exhausted and collapsed onto the floor, twisting her body.

"call……"

After performing such a series of extreme moves, Fang Xinghe almost exhausted himself, and in the end, he could only finish with a light, low layup.

But it's still cool enough, and awesome enough.

11:8
Fang Xinghe stood under the basket, feeling very relaxed. He put his hands on his hips, looked at Jordan lying on the ground, and gestured with his chin.

"Fatty, you need to lose weight. Crossing you is like crossing the street in the early morning for me."

Whose trash talk is this?
I don't know, whatever, as long as it's infuriating enough.

Danzi was indeed furious. He rolled over and got up from the ground, took a big step and stood in front of Fang Xinghe, his eyes bloodshot.

As everyone knows, off the court, Danzi is short-tempered, petty, impulsive, and lacks self-control... In short, he has many flaws and can even break up with his best friends.

Now, being so thoroughly outmaneuvered by a newcomer to the league, he's really starting to lose control.

only……

Fang Xinghe helped him regain his self-control.

"Want to fight?" Fang Xinghe pressed his face against me. "I'll give you three moves. Come on, try touching me!"

Danzi turned and left.

boom!
He kicked away the basketball blocking his path. Pauline and the others breathed a sigh of relief, their expressions remaining serious, but a secret joy welled up inside them.

My prince, it's you!

Pauline rubbed his hands together excitedly, muttering to himself, "Finally, you're here! I'm so glad I didn't give up..."

Billy Knight whispered a reminder to him: "Kwame Brown..."

Pauline looked completely bewildered: "Who?"

Billy gave a wry smile: "He had a secret three-week trial with our team, and you raved about him..."

Pauline had almost complete amnesia: "Did that really happen? Did he ever fight Mike one-on-one?"

"That's not true."

So who should we choose?

Billy succinctly revealed the secret: "Choose someone Michael likes, not someone who can beat Michael."

Bolin's expression instantly darkened, and he turned to look at Danzi.

But then, Danzi suddenly walked toward the film crew on the sidelines and vented her anger on them.

"Where did you come from? Who the hell gave you permission to film? Hand over your copies and get out of my stadium right now, immediately!"

Wang Bin looked bewildered and instinctively protected the camera.

This contains the entire video of Fang Xinghe dominating Jordan, which is evidence of Asians reaching the pinnacle of basketball. It must not be lost!
But this action instantly escalated Jordan's anger to another level.

"Where are the security guards?!" he roared angrily. "Smash their machines! FUCKYOU! A bunch of bastards!"

Although it was just a training venue, it was indeed equipped with security guards. Upon hearing the team president's order, several burly men immediately walked over.

The film crew was thrown into chaos. Wang Charlie immediately protested to Pauling, "Mr. Pauling, this is legitimate filming that you have permitted. You can't do this!"

Pauline was completely dumbfounded.

"Ah? This..."

He was envisioning the glorious future after acquiring Fang Xinghe when he suddenly remembered that the video would tarnish his status as a shareholder and president.

How can this be good?

Before he could figure it out, Fang Xinghe made a move.

He walked straight toward the film crew on the sidelines, shoved Tim aside who was trying to block his way, and stood in front of Jordan.

“That’s my private team. If you dare touch my stuff, how many ribs do you have that you can break?”

When dealing with Black people, threats must be clear enough; they won't understand if you make them complicated. This is a new lesson Fang Xinghe has recently learned.

The method was very effective; Danzi was indeed less arrogant, and a clear sense of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

However, since it concerned his personal honor, he could not allow the video to remain in Fang Xinghe's hands. If this kid leaked it in an unethical manner, it would be a huge blow to his reputation.

His reputation is worth an astronomical sum of money.

"Fang, we can discuss any conditions, but you can't take this video with you. Try me if you don't believe me!"

"Then give it a try."

Fang Xinghe's expression also turned completely cold.

This video is also a huge benefit to him, and he will not give it up.

He shoved Jordan aside—this was the second time—and then instructed Wang Bin and the others: “Protect the machine and follow me.”

They then went directly to the security guards.

"Anyone who dares to lay a finger on my team, I'll personally crush your bones!"

Danzi immediately ordered, "Stop them! $10 each, I'll take responsibility if they get hurt!"

Fang Xinghe's reputation and murderous aura were very effective, but Jordan's money was equally considerable. The security guards, as if facing a formidable enemy, pulled out their batons, but did not swing them; they simply blocked the crowd.

Pauline, Billy, Doug, and others rushed over and stood in the middle, trying to persuade... no, to plead.

"Let's talk, let's have a talk!"

The owner of the team was on the verge of tears.

He couldn't possibly have ordered the security guards to attack Fang Xinghe.

In that case, if Fang Xinghe were to defeat all the security guards, the consequences would actually be better; at most, he would only have to pay compensation.
If Fang Xinghe were to be injured by his own security guards in his own arena, that would be a huge problem, and could even trigger a diplomatic incident, enraging the league.

Surely no one really thinks Fang Xinghe is just an ordinary overseas player?!

The three parties were immediately locked in a stalemate.

Yes, at this moment, the core interests of Pauline and Jordan are no longer aligned.

Everyone was trying to mediate, and things became chaotic.

After a stalemate of about 10 minutes, Jordan realized that this couldn't go on and finally softened his stance. Fang Xinghe also decided to listen to their price, and the group returned to the office upstairs to begin the real negotiations.

This is something we have to talk about.

The Wizards are not a bar or nightclub, Pollin is not an all-powerful oligarch, and Jordan is not a barefoot gangster. They have to abide by many rules, and are even less free than Fang Xinghe.

Of course, Wu Shengfang also had his disadvantages—fighting again would not do his reputation any good.

Moreover, the intensity of such a melee is difficult to control. Once injuries occur, the lengthy legal proceedings will greatly disrupt the plan, and public opinion will certainly not sympathize with foreigners who have been so violent towards ordinary security guards.

A true hero must act in a "just" way every time.

Fang Xinghe was unwilling to let this matter affect his grand plan to exploit the Americans.

OK, let's talk then.

Once in the office, Danzi reiterated his stance: "This was not a fair one-on-one match. I was completely unprepared and cannot allow this video to be leaked; it will mislead too many people!"

The implication is that I lost, but I'm not convinced, and you took advantage of my vulnerability.

Fang Xinghe responded, "That was my personal documentary filming team. I obtained your permission before filming, and I have full ownership of the videotape."

Caught in the middle, Pauline racked her brains for ideas to offer compensation.

"Fang, I promise to draft you with our number one pick. In addition to the maximum contract, I will personally offer you an advertising deal worth no less than $500 million per year... Mike, can Nike also sign Fang?"

Jordan decided to concede.

"Nike might not offer a good enough contract, but my brand, Michael Jordan, can give you a top-tier rookie contract!"

Fang Xinghe sneered: "You want me to play for you? I'd rather lose my number one draft pick than play a single day for the Wizards!"

Bolin took it as just a child's angry words and rubbed his forehead, saying, "Fang, we are the first choice and have the right to force you to be chosen."

"But I can refuse to sign the contract."

As soon as Fang Xinghe finished speaking, Billy's eyes widened: "Not signing a contract? How are you going to play in the NBA then?"

"Get this straight: does the NBA need me more now, or do I fucking need the NBA more?!"

Fang Xinghe slammed his fist on the table, then coldly rattled off a long list of terms.

"In accordance with the core provisions of the 99-05 Collective Bargaining Agreement (CBA) International Player Draft Rules, I submitted a written application 45 days in advance under the International Player Free Declaration Rule and it was approved."

Having entered this year's draft through the Early Entry mechanism, I am free to refuse to sign with any selected team without giving any reason.

The team that selects me will retain exclusive signing rights indefinitely. During this period, according to Article 11, Paragraph 5 of the CBA, my player status will be frozen, and I will not be allowed to sign with other NBA teams.

The reserved salary you prepared for me will be included in the team's salary cap.

I can be an idol even if I don't play in the NBA, but you guys will have to hold onto 7% of the salary cap and wait for me for ten or twenty years, until a team reaches an agreement with me and is willing to take me on!
At the same time, Article 8, Section 8 of the NBA Constitution and By-Laws' Team Ownership Rules stipulates that if a team's actions, such as racial discrimination or unfair treatment of international players related to bullying, cause significant harm, the league will strip the owner of the team's ownership and take measures such as trusteeship or sale to restore the league's image…

The conference room was silent, with only Fang Xinghe's calm yet resolute voice echoing in the background.

Owner Paulin, assistant Billy, president Jordan, manager Wes, and a whole host of other basketball professionals looked at each other in disbelief, listening to a young man from China talk eloquently about the league rules, feeling as if they were in a dream.

But this was not a beautiful dream; it was a chilling nightmare.

The NBA has been around for decades, and there have been generations of rookies. Some are exceptionally talented, some are unruly, some are lazy, and some are cunning and deceitful, but there is no one like this!
You haven't even entered the league yet, but you've already memorized all sorts of agreements that even team managers can't remember. Are you crazy?!
Pauline's heart pounded wildly, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Looking at him again, the man sitting there with his arms outstretched was no longer the prince who was supposed to save the football market.

That was clearly a demon king descended from the heavens!

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　Before writing this part of the story, I read all the details I could find.

　　The 99-05 version of the labor agreement was incomplete; I couldn't find the differences in the new version.

　　Furthermore, the Warriors' official website has published data showing that Curry's spot-up three-point percentage is 92%, Klay Thompson's is 88%, and Pacers fan forums list Reggie Miller's at 85%. Fang's 89 points and his ability to maintain an 80% three-point shooting percentage is already a result of coordinated efforts.

　　No one in China has an 80% three-point shooting percentage in practice. If anyone is bragging, let them show us their full practice video.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)