Generation Z Artists

Chapter 205 Stop it, then kill it!
In the past two months, Fang Xinghe has not been in a single fight.

It wasn't because he acted like a gentleman, but because most NBA players were unwilling to provoke him.

As for the small number of exceptions, which are the vast majority, they are mostly due to deep-rooted discrimination.

"Chinese people are not qualified to lead NBA teams."

"Jordan is a coward, he actually got ridden on by a Chinese guy."

"You're all afraid of such a skinny yellow monkey? That's ridiculous."

"If he dares to disrespect me, I will break his ribs and elbows!"

Similar voices have been heard incessantly, mostly circulating privately, but occasionally appearing in public.

For example, in the last game against the Jazz, Karl Malone once hurled insults at them, and after being sternly warned by Jordan, the two sides fought a physical game with a fiery atmosphere.

Now, another exception naturally arises.

Because of his superstition about body size, O'Neal was not afraid of Fang Xinghe at all.

Out of pettiness, O'Neal couldn't tolerate Fang Xinghe dunking in front of him.

So even before the game started, he decided to use the current method to deal with Fang Xinghe's drives to the basket.

He was a big guy with some cleverness.

Seeing referee Crawford blocking the way, he stepped forward instead, baring his teeth and roaring angrily.

"What do you want, you skinny monkey!"

Fang Xinghe was stopped by the referee, and before he could speak, O'Neal continued his tantrum: "Dare to challenge my paint area, this is what happens!"

The close-up shot focused on Fang Xinghe, and it was clearly visible that a large area from his shoulder to his neck was red.

That slap was clearly aimed at a person; otherwise, it wouldn't have hit that spot.

"Shut up!" The referee, even more furious than Fang Xinghe, immediately issued a warning, "Shaq, you've crossed the line. Don't cause any more trouble!"

Immediately afterwards, Crawford turned around and patiently comforted Fang Xinghe.

"SR, I'll control the situation and prevent this from happening again. Give me some face and play your game well, okay?"

Jordan didn't want the two teams to fight, so he chose to support Fang Xinghe in a more direct way.

"Fuck you! Shaq!"

Dan Zi, in a fit of rage, confronted O'Neal with extreme foul language.

"You son of a bitch, you're too scared to play for real, all you can do is resort to these petty tricks?!"

After being verbally abused by Jordan, O'Neal didn't dare to retaliate and just continued to stare at Fang Xinghe.

At this moment, all the members of both teams were crowded around, with a nervous-looking Crawford in front of them and a linesman Schneider hanging on their shoulders.

A fight is impossible; there's no way a fight will break out.

But how could our Brother Fang possibly tolerate this?

Even if I can't reach you now, I'll still reserve a good opportunity for you!
"You're scared, Shaq."

Fang Xinghe raised his head, looked calmly at the great white shark, and his expression was somewhat contemptuous.

The more intense that look was, the more it provoked this petty person.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Sure enough, O'Neal flew into a rage and launched into a tirade: "Come on! Skinny monkey! I only need to put in one more ounce of force and you'll be carried out on a stretcher!"

Fang Xinghe was in no hurry to respond to his provocation, and simply stated the facts.

"You know very well that you're afraid I'll drive to the basket, and if you only use normal methods, you simply can't stop me."

You're afraid, Shaq, so you're acting aggressively and hysterically to mask your inner weakness.

Look up at the big screen and see your own expression, Little Shark.

You're acting like a clown, really, it's ridiculous.

"!!!"

O'Neal's dark face was faintly purplish-red; he was so angry that his expression was contorted, his eyes were bloodshot, and he opened his mouth to spew a string of profanities.

"Fuck you! Star river, Fuck you!"

"You son of a bitch, I'll tear you to pieces!"

"Come on! Challenge my penalty area and see who falls on the field!"

Crawford, Horry, Fox, and Jordan—four men in total—almost failed to restrain the extremely enraged Shaq.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Fang Xinghe revealed his true intentions.

See you in the offseason.

The boy raised his hand, reached over Crawford's shoulder, and poked O'Neal's chest with his index finger.

There could be no more contemptuous gesture than this.

There was only a more contemptuous next sentence.

"Buy your insurance, and let's settle this in the octagon."

Shaquille O'Neal's massive frame trembled with rage as he roared, "OK! You just wait! You just wait!"

"wow..."

The sound equipment on the sidelines broadcast the conversation between the two throughout the stadium and even around the world.

I wonder how many people were astonished by this, finding it unbelievable.

"Oh my God!"

Princess Anne Hathaway covered her mouth, whispering worriedly to her companion.

"SR is going to challenge Shaq to a fight? That's terrifying! His weight isn't even half that of Shaq!"

"I can't imagine it, I probably won't watch it, the scene must be too cruel."

Everyone who favored Fang Xinghe didn't believe he could win. No matter how strong his kung fu was, it couldn't possibly overcome such a large size difference, right?!

Therefore, everyone who sided with Fang Xinghe and everyone who thought Shaq's action was excessive was worried about him.

This emotion quickly generated a massive amount of powder and an enormous amount of starlight.

As for the staunch Lakers, they shouted wildly.

"Good job!"

"Tear that yellow-skinned monkey to shreds!"

"You are a true warrior, Shaq, you are the greatest monster in the league!"

Fang Xinghe glanced lightly at the noisy front row of spectators, said nothing, and silently walked towards the free throw line.

……

Crawford pushed all the players away, and the Zen Master temporarily substituted O'Neal off the court. Fang Xinghe began taking free throws.

While waiting, Fang Xinghe suddenly looked at Kobe.

"Kobe, where were you just now?"

"???"

The little snake was completely baffled by the question.

He was a little angry and asked through gritted teeth, "What's it to you?"

Dog calmly replied, "You should stand by Little Shark's side, even if you don't like this conflict. Otherwise, he'll hold a grudge against you. He's the kind of person who's petty, you know that."

In an instant, veins popped out on the foreheads of all the Lakers players on the court and all the players on the bench.

Even the Zen master couldn't sit still.

"Hey, shut up! Star River, don't try to sow discord among our players!"

The Zen master was so angry that his dermatitis was flaring up. He thought to himself: "I'm already having enough trouble holding them down, and you come along and make things worse. You're really wicked!"
He glanced at O'Neal discreetly, and sure enough, the petty Shaq had a stern face, coldly watching Kobe on the court.

Robert Horry, acting as a stabilizing force in the locker room, took the initiative to reprimand Fang Xinghe.

"SR, stop with your petty tricks. Don't think you can defeat us with these little schemes. Don't waste your time!"

Fang Xinghe shrugged and gave a very nasty laugh.

“You’ve got it wrong, Horry. I’m not trying to beat you with underhanded tactics. A regular season game isn’t that important. I just want to make you suffer.”

He glanced at Kobe, who had a gloomy face, then at Shaq, who also had a gloomy face, and shrugged.

"Look how happy their expressions are!"

The Lakers players' expressions turned sour; they looked like they had swallowed feces, their faces contorted in disgust.

"Hahahaha!"

The Wizards players on the court couldn't help but burst out laughing.

What a scoundrel!

However, he is truly clever, with his revenge methods being imaginative and ever-changing, making it seem as if the other party suffered a great loss with just a few words.

Crawford was in a terrible headache and immediately stopped him.

"Hey SR, focus on your free throws, or I'm calling a violation on you!"

"OK, OK."

Brother Fang agreed verbally, but he had no idea what it meant to know when to stop while he was ahead.

He twirled the basketball in his hand a couple of times, then suddenly turned to O'Neal and shouted, "Hey, Shaq, let me teach you how to shoot free throws!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes and threw the basketball by feel.

An 89-point free throw percentage isn't the absolute best in basketball. Curry and Nash both have career free throw percentages of over 90.4%, which reflects a free throw ability of at least 97 or 98 points.

In other words, even if you practice your free throws to the limit of 99 points, your actual shooting percentage in a game is unlikely to be very high.

Humans are not machines; fluctuations are inevitable. Free throws already have relatively minimal fluctuations, testing only fundamental skills, mental fortitude, and the day's shooting touch.

The feel of the game is essentially the state of the body that day—whether you are at the right level of excitement, whether your mind and body are in harmony, and whether you can exert force fully...

After a long period of testing, Fang Xinghe discovered that he never had a particularly bad touch.

A regular lifestyle is one aspect, but more importantly, his perfect coordination makes his stability incredibly high.

The panel shows 89 points in free throws, with a real-game shooting percentage as high as 88.78%, almost completely unaffected by physical condition.

With an additional 90 points in perception, he knew exactly where the basket was before he even threw the ball; all he had to do was activate his muscle memory.

"Shh!"

The basketball swished through the net with a crisp sound.

Fang Xinghe opened his eyes, pointed at O'Neal, and smiled broadly: "For you, Shaq!"

"boom!"

O'Neal slammed his fist on the bench, furious.

"Snapped!"

Crawford slapped his forehead hard, feeling utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

How could you be so good at causing trouble?!

"Wow!"

The audience erupted in gasps, feeling that today's program was far more exciting than they had imagined, making them excited from the very beginning.

"Little bitch!"

Jordan chuckled and cursed under his breath.

Blindfolded free throws were his "secret weapon," and now Fang Xinghe replicated it in front of hundreds of millions of viewers, making him incredibly happy.

"What a good boy!"

In the VIP box, Stern was restless.

Although the competition was full of tension, that was precisely the most wonderful amplification of emotions.

The NBA is like a martial arts world, full of grudges, loyalty, revenge, and passion, but most importantly, it has one great story after another that is worth telling.

The old man rubbed his face vigorously, and an exaggerated idea suddenly popped into his mind.

in case……

If the Wizards can win the championship within two years, and Jordan retires, perhaps supporting Fang Xinghe as the league's best player for two years would be a good option?

The moment the idea came to him, it made him feel an itch, like being scratched by a cat.

Shaquille O'Neal cannot be the best player in the league. Although O'Neal is domineering on the court and funny off the court, and very approachable, as a 2.16-meter behemoth, he is still too far removed from ordinary people.

It's difficult for casual fans to develop a strong emotional connection with a dominant center forward.

Kobe may be the best player in the league, but the problem is that Kobe is still overshadowed by Shaq, which makes him less convincing.

On the contrary, Fang Xinghe has a distinctive image and influence that spans the world, encompassing sports, literature, entertainment, and martial arts. Perhaps the best option would be to promote him for only a few years and wait for Kobe to mature before taking over...

As Stern pondered this, he decided: when he got back, he would call a meeting with the referee committee and raise SR's standards of care again!
In fact, Crawford is already taking good care of Fang Xinghe right now.

“SR, stop provoking me. You're putting me in a difficult position.”

His tone was almost pleading, lacking his usual domineering air.

"OK."

Fang Xinghe readily agreed, and then closed his eyes once more.

Swish!
He opened his eyes and smiled at the little snake: "Kobe, this is for you."

While high-fiving his teammates, Fang Xinghe laughed and ran towards his own half of the court.

For the Lakers—

Good news: No fight broke out, so I don't have to get kicked by SR and have to go to the dentist.

Bad news: He tricked me! I'm so angry!

Enraged, Kobe launched a furious assault on Dan's defense.

He struggled a lot, but it wasn't that he couldn't fight.

In the NBA, no one can completely counter the other among the top superstars; they can only be relatively limited.

Jordan was the one who could limit Kobe to the greatest extent, much better than McGrady, Anthony, Tony Allen, and Prince.

Because the technology is so similar, they are completely from the same line of thought.

As the pioneer of the post-up game for guards, Kobe Bryant could tell what he was up to the moment he stuck out his butt.

When Danzi focused all his competitive energy on defense, Hamilton was delighted.

The Wizards' mad dog-like off-ball movement quickly turned the Lakers upside down.

Actually, only one person was running—Xiao Han.

Taking advantage of its small size, this thing darted in and out of the penalty area, and soon created an opening.

With the backup center unable to defend, Horry was outside watching Robinson, Kobe was tied up by Jordan, and Fox was keeping an eye on Fang Xinghe, leaving only the slow-moving Fisher, who was being outmaneuvered by Hamilton like a spinning top.

With a flurry of mid-range shots, in the first quarter, Dan Shen and Fang Sheng each only attacked twice, while Xiao Han ran into six open shots, making 5 of 6 and easily scoring 10 points.

At the start of the second quarter, O'Neal aggressively rammed into Camby and knocked him over.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, Brother Fang's eyes suddenly turned piercing.

Regardless of who is in front of him, he charges forward relentlessly.

He entered the restricted area and continued to force his way past O'Neal.

Do you think I'm afraid of you?

You should be afraid of me!

When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave prevail. Collisions in the penalty area are perfectly fair—I'm willing to trade injury for injury, do you dare to do it again?!
Fang Xinghe's aggressive playing style instantly boosted the team's morale.

Meanwhile, countless people around the world cheered for him, applauded him, and jumped up and wailed for him.

"Brother Fang is awesome!"

"Just fucking go for it, that'll boost morale!"

Crawford called the whistle very tightly, and Fang Xinghe made three strong drives, forcing the Lakers to call a timeout!

O'Neal committed two fouls, and on the last foul, he gave way and was dunked on by Fang Xinghe, leaving him so angry that he was panting heavily on the bench.

"We can't keep fighting like this."

The Zen master frowned.

Meanwhile, professional basketball media around the world have also noticed the Wizards' dominance over the Lakers.

Iverson was also a superb offensive player, but that 76ers team couldn't beat the Lakers because the 76ers' lineup consisted of one offensive player and four defensive players, making their offensive capabilities too weak. Therefore, the Lakers could completely collapse their defense and lock down Iverson's offensive routes.

The Wizards are different; Robinson has long-range offensive capabilities, and Lakers power forward Horry can't stay near the paint to protect O'Neal.

Danzi's ability to draw defenders is stronger, and Kobe, the defensive anchor on the perimeter, cannot make any rash moves.

As long as Fang Xinghe breaks through the perimeter, he can directly cause damage in the paint.

"Retreat to defend against a sudden attack..."

“No!” Fox immediately shook his head. “SR’s three-pointers can’t be allowed to go. If they’re a little further away, I won’t be able to interfere with them.”

"What about the double team?"

"Who's going?"

Yeah, who's going?
The Zen Master finally made the painful decision: "The defenders closest to the basket should double-team, Horry should cover, and leave Robinson open to shoot!"

The unfinished sentence was: If he votes us out, then we'll accept it.

Robinson certainly couldn't beat the Lakers.

But he is not only good at face-up one-on-one play, he also has a strong sense of playmaking.

Towards the end of the game, he and James Han went on a scoring spree, known as the Robin Hood duo, together scoring 58 points, 12 assists, 3 rebounds, and 1 steal.

Horry and Little Fish were running around frantically, and neither of them had been able to defend themselves properly.

In the middle of the game, Kobe once took the initiative to approach Fang Xinghe, but he couldn't stop Iverson's dribble-like footwork, nor could he stop the phantom attack.

Throughout the game, the Wizards maintained control, not only forcing O'Neal to foul out, but also having four players score over 20 points.

Camby... Camby did a great job, scoring 10 rebounds and 3 points while covered in bruises.

Danzi played for 30 minutes and played like a snake the whole game. On the offensive end, he only needed simple movement and low-post back-to-the-basket shots to shoot 14 times, making 9 of them, easily scoring 22 points without breaking a sweat.

The final score was 112-101, not only did they win, but they won by a large margin.

If we ignore the score and only look at the game, the situation is even more exaggerated—the Lakers are extremely uncomfortable on both offense and defense, and are being toyed with by Fang Xinghe.

Shaquille O'Neal is still that terrifying giant shark.

Once they get into position and receive the ball, their shooting percentage is terrifyingly high.

However, he was hesitant on defense and couldn't receive good passes on offense, putting in 120 points of effort but only achieving 80 points of results.

Ultimately, due to fouling out early, he only managed a paltry 24 points and 12 rebounds.

what is this?
This is their natural enemy.

After the match, public opinion suddenly reversed 180 degrees.

During the Lakers' post-game interviews, the New York media, while gloating, were also quite insightful, actively defending Fang Ge.

"Shaq, do you realize now that the Lakers won two championships not because you were so strong, but because there was a lack of strong opponents in the league?"

With a bang, O'Neal gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table.

(End of this chapter)