Generation Z Artists

Chapter 199 Transition of Royal Power
The cheater opened his attribute panel.

The cheater added 1 point to the stamina attribute.

The cheater has recovered some of his physical strength.

The process of adding points didn't have that mystical feeling of "a surge of heat flowing through his body," but once that 1 point of stamina was added, his breathing immediately calmed down a bit.

The level seems insufficient.

Thinking this, Fang Xinghe casually added 2 more points.

The slight soreness in my ankles and knees immediately felt much better.

The role of endurance is not to reduce the energy expenditure of violent actions, but to reduce the impact of such expenditure by increasing the physical fitness limit.

At the same time, with the increase in the upper limit, 90 points of recovery attribute can also restore more stamina in the same amount of time.

This match is going to be very long, so Fang Xinghe added 3 more points to his recovery attribute.

体质：力量90、速度96、耐力93、灵敏99、柔韧99
隐藏：协调99、感知90、恢复93、免疫90、健康90
Adding 6 attribute points has an immediate and noticeable effect.

Fang Xinghe felt that his physical limits had increased by about 30%, but it was difficult to judge the exact amount.

The attribute points increased from 90 to 99, which is roughly double the total increase.

There isn't particularly precise data on this, but the difference of the last 9 attribute points between the human limit and a prodigy might be greater than the difference between a human and a dog.

The reason for not focusing all points on endurance is the commercial nature of this competition – there are commercial segments and interview tasks between each round, and if we play a couple more rounds, the entire competition process may drag on for more than 2 hours.

However, given enough time, the 30% increase in recovery ability is significantly more valuable than the stamina bar itself.

The speed is still 96 points, which is a bit frustrating for someone with OCD, but a higher speed is uncontrollable anyway. This isn't a track and field competition. With Fang Xinghe's ability to combine ball and human skills, 95 points of speed is already slightly excessive, so there's no need to increase it any further for now.

After clearing out his Star Points, Fang Xinghe felt like he was back in the game, transforming from Little Fang to Brother Fang.

As for the old rogue Jordan on the other side... he's just Danzi.

GO!

Win this game and let the poor guys in Asia have a blast!
Fang Xinghe was very confident that as long as he could win the first round, Asian fans would definitely contribute a huge amount of starlight.

The arduous, intense, and captivating process had already heightened their emotions to the highest point. Even if they lost the next two games, a victory would be enough to make Fang Xinghe a true pride of Asia.

……

Back on the field, Danzi looked at Fang Xinghe's steady breathing, then suddenly tilted her head, a question mark appearing on her forehead.

WTF? !
It's only been a minute, did you take your medicine?
You were panting like a bellows when you came off the field, so you were just acting against me?
Danzi couldn't understand and subconsciously asked, "Are you alright?"

Fang Xinghe replied with a sweet smile, "How could an old man like you, at 38, possibly understand the vitality of youth?"

Danzi was furious.

Danzi unleashed a violent ramming attack.

The last ball was Danzi's offensive possession.

He still receives the ball high up, turns his back, and immediately bumps into me.

Fang Xinghe didn't try to steal the ball; that was impossible. He just suddenly reached out—it's HC rule now, which allows defensive players to use their hands and arms to block within certain limits.

Before this ball, Fang Xinghe had never used his hands.

It's not that I don't understand, but rather that there's not much point in trying it out.

Many fans from later generations have some misunderstandings about the HC rule. In fact, in the era when hands were allowed, legally using hands could only intercept breakthroughs and restrict movement, but could not stop back-to-the-basket plays.

Low emotional intelligence: specifically targeting Curry and Harden.

High EQ: Long live the Emperor!

Okay, back to the main topic.

Tall, big players with their backs to the basket are never afraid of defenders putting their elbows on them. Back-to-the-basket techniques are a specialized skill designed to deal with high-intensity defense.

Since 2020, there has been no more post-up plays in the league, precisely because the defensive intensity has dropped to the minimum, and players no longer need post-up skills.

After the 25th anniversary of the finals, a topic quietly became popular on American forums: "I really miss the era when all kinds of back-to-the-basket techniques were flourishing."

Now is that era.

Fang Xinghe raised his right forearm to brace against Danzi's back, and pressed his left hand against his waist, beginning the most intense confrontation of the entire match.

This operation had very limited impact on Danzi; the old rogue had experienced far too much.

But your brother Fang also knows some fancy tricks—Tai Chi winding and shaking, Bajiquan small frame, and Xingyi wrapping force.

None of these are exaggerated, and they are completely different from the mysterious and mysterious alchemy in "The Legend of the Dragon and the Snake".

Before the emergence of "The Legend of the Dragon and the Snake", whether it was Taoist Wudang, Buddhist Shaolin, Yangjiagou Tai Chi, or Mengcun Bajiquan, Ming An Hua Jin was not three different levels of realm, but three different methods of training.

Fang Xinghe practices orthodox martial arts, averaging 95 points at the Grandmaster level. His power generation techniques are superb, his obvious strength is disciplined, and his hidden strength is stored and released. The conversion and application of power are all in his mind, which is called transformation.

He used a small frame to support Danzi's back, pushed off with his feet, and leaned his center of gravity slightly forward, thus stabilizing his position.

Then, place your hands on your waist, apply pressure firmly, and your entire body will be in a triangular position, allowing any point to rebound and deflect the force.

Finally, the left hand is held as if wrapped up without being exposed, the right forearm is held as if supporting a mountain, and the upper arm is held as if supporting a pole. The former is for stability and immutability, while the latter is for relaxation and resilience, thus making full preparations for the confrontation.

Danzi realized the difference the moment she bumped into him.

He leaned against Fang Xinghe with his shoulder and bumped into him, but felt that Fang Xinghe's center of gravity was quite stable, with only a slight sway.

what happened?

You think you can dismantle my kung fu?
Dan is not stupid; his ability to read defenses is arguably the best in NBA history.

When the first collision yielded no results, he immediately swayed his shoulder to the left to test Fang Xinghe's reaction.

Your brother Fang didn't move his body, but he secretly made a move.

Press your left hand on your left waist, exert force downwards, and press down on your waist and hips—the Xingyi wrapping force combined with the Tai Chi braking force allows the power to be withdrawn immediately upon contact, generating great force in an instant and withdrawing it immediately afterward.

Get back here!
Danzi's feint to the left was interrupted, preventing him from smoothly turning left and shooting a fadeaway jumper.

The moment he is pressed down, his take-off will be delayed, his power will be disrupted, and ultimately his take-off height will be insufficient, and the backward lean will also be affected.

Danzi had no choice but to immediately turn to the right and jump counterclockwise.

Of course, in his back-to-the-basket routine, turning left or right is the same, both guaranteeing attack space.

But this time, it was Fang Xinghe who forced him to turn right.

This means that Fang Xinghe can prepare in advance and jump at the same time.

His super-fast speed propelled him nearly a meter into the air, his body leaning slightly forward as he stretched out his right hand to cover the target.

Um... it doesn't cover it.

Danzi's backward lean is an incredibly powerful move. It's not uncommon for him to be 40 centimeters off the ground, but to pull back 50 centimeters in an instant, combined with the backward lean of his upper body in mid-air, is something no one can do.

However, Fang Xinghe wasn't aiming for a block at all; he ultimately sealed Danzi's eye first, achieving maximum interference.

Now that all human effort has been exhausted, it's time to leave the rest to fate.

Danzi's right turn and fadeaway jumper, which he wasn't mentally prepared for, was ultimately a bit off-rhythm. The basketball hit the back edge of the rim, bounced towards the front edge, and finally veered to one side amidst the disappointed gasps of the audience.

"Great! You defended it!"

Zhang Heli jumped up excitedly; heaven knows how nervous he was to lose his composure like that.

But this defensive play was truly impressive, earning high praise from professional commentators worldwide.

"Incredible!"

Barkley exclaimed, "SR actually has the potential to become a defensive stalwart? To achieve such a level of blocking ability at 1.85 meters tall is amazing!"

As the person who knows Jordan best, he clearly saw whether Dan was simply missing the shot or was affected by something. Smith was also unusually passionate: "The game is getting more and more exciting. In the final offensive and defensive play that decided the outcome of the first inning, SR has taken the initiative! Michael Jordan is in trouble. Can he stop SR's phantom attack?"

Fang's V-shaped breakthrough, temporarily referred to by TNT as the Phantom Drive.

Danzi was very nervous.

The unexpected obstruction of this shot caused him some psychological fluctuation.

He muttered angrily, "Baby, not bad trick, but don't expect this little trick to work on me a second time!"

Yes, the same trick will have a much weaker effect on Da Dan next time.

Martial arts aren't that mysterious, and Fang Xinghe couldn't possibly use a large amount of force to push Jordan away—in the world of basketball, that would be a foul.

"But I won this game."

Fang Xinghe tacitly accepted Jordan's statement in the most infuriating way.

"You'll be awesome on the next shot, you'll crush me, but what about this one? You lost, you're just a background character."

Jordan's already dark face instantly darkened by another 38 degrees.

The moment he finished speaking, Fang Xinghe dropped the ball, lifted his foot, and feinted with his right shoulder.

Phantom Strike opening move!
Provoked, Danzi subconsciously moved her front foot back, taking half a step back to stand parallel to Fang Xinghe.

But this was just a feint.

Fang Xinghe took quick steps and landed slowly, executing a simple crossover dribble.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his center of gravity, pulled the basketball back between his legs with his left hand, and at the same time took a small side jump step—another feint!

Danzi's entire attention was focused on defending against the Phantom Assault, yet Fang Xinghe managed to create a sliver of space in such a simple way.

The next instant, Fang Xinghe jumped up with the ball, his whole body instantly bouncing to the highest point, aiming at the basket, and shooting!

Danzi only had time to jump less than 20 centimeters and stretch his arms as far as he could, but by the time his fingertips touched Fang Xinghe's palm, the basketball had already drawn a fatal arc and headed straight for the basket!

Swish!
The net clicked, the ball went in, and the stadium fell silent.

Half a second later, a thunderous cheer suddenly erupted, and half of the more than 2 spectators stood up abruptly, raising their arms and shouting.

"My God! We won!"

"Star River! He ended the reign of basketball god Michael Jordan with a simple, fluid, and incredibly powerful jump shot!"

"Damn it! Our boy Fang Xinghe is absolutely insanely handsome!"

"The supreme master of basketball! Fang Xinghe defeated Jordan with absolute elegance, creating Asian history, a legend! An indescribable legend!"

"Good, good, good!"

Teacher Zhang was so overwhelmed with emotion that she was speechless and had no words left to say.

On the contrary, Sun, full of enthusiasm, recited a poem as soon as he opened his mouth.

"With bowed back and sword gleaming in the rosy dawn, I ride my horse out of Xianyang in the autumn wind. I have not yet recovered the Emperor's Hehuang lands, I do not intend to look back at my hometown!"

"Bearing the expectations of the entire nation, Fang Xinghe, with an indomitable and heroic spirit, single-handedly charged into a foreign land, into the NBA league dominated by blacks, and fearlessly challenged the god of basketball!"

"With absolute courage, he traversed thousands of mountains and rivers, rose up in battle, and shattered the myth that people of Asian descent are bad at basketball!"

"Fiery as steel, undaunted by wind and frost, this is Fang Xinghe, this is our Chinese youth!"

Old Sun usually can't even deliver a proper straight man routine, but I don't know what's wrong with him today. He just spouts a long, enthusiastic boast, as if he's gone mad.

However, Chinese viewers watching on television would only be more outrageous than him.

"Holy shit, shit, shit!"

"The boss really won!"

"Bring on the beer, damn it, we're going to have to drink a whole case!"

"Drink, we have to drink! Go next door and get some more alcohol! Oh, and what about the firecrackers we bought yesterday? Go to the door and light a string of them!"

The team members from the 13 Eagles were so excited they were practically bursting with joy. They lit a string of 100,000 firecrackers at the base entrance, which drew a barrage of angry curses from those around them.

"What the hell is this idiot? We're watching the game! We can't hear a word he said, damn it!"

Tianya Forum, Xiaofang's Special Section.

"OMG, Xiaofang is amazing! How could she win?!"

"Still called Xiao Fang?"

"Yes, yes, we should call him Master Fang!"

"Damn it, even now you're still criticizing him? Don't you have any conscience?"

"No matter how awesome he is, it doesn't stop me from criticizing him. That's my bottom line. You don't know anything about this."

"Bro, I'm getting a bit too tired to keep this up. I'm off to check out the StarNet..."

"I'm impressed! I won't call him Ziwei anymore. He's awesome, inspiring, and a real source of pride for the Chinese people!"

It was just a small victory, and a narrow one at that, but it was enough to convince a large number of critics.

These days, there are so many people who idolize foreign things and blindly believe that the moon is rounder abroad—maybe more than 5% of them are too conservative.

In any case, most people who dislike Fang Xinghe do so for a few reasons.

Fang Xinghe has been vilified by Japan, South Korea, Europe, America, Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan. The influence of "Dog Taming Diary" is still strong. For those spineless people, disliking Fang Xinghe is the only justice.

However, this victory was still very meaningful, as it not only broke through the circle but also silenced most of the haters.

In the general public, praise completely outweighs criticism.

"Oh my, this child is so handsome! Oh my, he can bump into such a big black man and not fall over at all, is he Nezha?"

"Nezha is nowhere near as handsome as him, this is Erlang Shen!"

"What's this? A basketball? This kid's pretty good."

“Super awesome!”

"Girl, you asked for money last time to buy his photos?"

"Not just photos, but a portrait, an art photography collection!"

"Fine, fine, I'll buy it for you. This piece of junk is more expensive than two months' salary of mine. I'm only doing it because he brought honor to the country. Otherwise, don't even think about it..."

The number of fans who leave a ripple effect is skyrocketing, and the number of die-hard fans is soaring.

But this victory is just the beginning.

Fang Xinghe raised his right arm high, clenched his fist, and raised only one index finger, roaring menacingly at the camera.

"Now, do you all remember me? My name is Fang Xinghe, and I'm from China!"

Simple, straightforward, and arrogant.

The focus is on me, followed by China.

In the shot, Jordan stands in the distance, hands on his hips, shaking his head helplessly, becoming the perfect backdrop for this scene.

This is a famous painting that has been passed down through generations.

Sports Illustrated later gave the painting a nice name—

Succession of royal power.

　The basketball content will be accelerated from here on out. I don't play basketball, and the process of learning basketball skills and tactics is too painful, but I know a little more now, so it's not a waste of time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)