NBA: A collection of super busts

Soon, the referee tossed the ball into the air from the center circle, and Gasol's top-notch physical attributes easily earned his team their first possession of the night.

Williams dribbled the ball forward quickly, then waved to signal everyone to run a bit according to the tactics.

Brown has truly transformed this former "White Chocolate" player very successfully, and he is now increasingly resembling a true core point guard.

After his teammates got into position, Williams immediately set a screen with Ye Feng, then passed the ball to Gasol at the free-throw line. Gasol received the ball and immediately lobbed it towards the basket.

And passing by there was Ye Feng, who had just completed a pick-and-roll and was cutting at full speed without stopping.

After receiving the ball, he pulled it up without thinking, gathered it behind his head with both hands, and charged towards the basket!

At this moment, Magloire was defending Gasol. Brown couldn't keep up with Ye Feng's speed and had long been left behind. The only one who managed to appear in front of Ye Feng was Mashburn, nicknamed "The Monster".

As the saying goes, there may be a wrong name, but there is never a wrong nickname. Marsh could not possibly be a coward if he had this nickname. He shouted and jumped up at the right moment.

"Come on, kid!"

Then, with a loud 'bang,' the old-school body monsters of the Alliance and the new generation of body-type monsters collided head-on in mid-air.

Then Marsh felt as if he had been shoved head-on into the chest by a charging Barkley. He stared at Ye Feng in disbelief and then completely lost his balance.

Ye Feng, who had completely pushed aside the defense, paid no attention to Mashburn, who fell sideways in mid-air. His eyes were only on the basket. He slammed his hands behind his head with all his might, and the muscles on his arms bulged.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, Ye Feng scored his first point in the preseason in his most signature move.

"Old man, are you lost?" Ye Feng landed after his dunk and looked at Mashburn with a mocking expression: "I'm in the sky, not on the ground."

"Fuck you!" Mashburn's usually volatile temper flared up instantly.

He jumped up, head down, and went to the frontcourt. He immediately elbowed the Grizzlies player guarding him, then turned to establish position, gruffly shouting, "Ball! I'm going to kill this bastard!"

James, who was guarding him, looked completely bewildered.

No, do I know you? Have I ever spoken to you?

"LeBron, don't be afraid of him! He's just a small fry, a nobody, a nobody. I've tested him for you. This guy is like a quick-draw gun—fast rate of fire, short duration, short range. He's useless except for looking scary!"

"I'm just a nobody?" Mashburn laughed, annoyed by Ye Feng's words. "I'm utterly useless?"

After saying that, Mashburn immediately mustered all his strength and rammed into James.

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

The three consecutive, forceful impacts were devoid of any technical skill; they were purely physical.

Even though James is exceptionally talented and has an incredibly well-developed physique, he is still only 18 years old.

It will be at least 2-3 years before his body is fully grown, so he was completely overwhelmed by Mashburn and had no chance to resist. In just a few moves, Mashburn knocked him out of the three-second zone, and then Mashburn took the opportunity to pull up and finish the game with his signature turnaround shot.

But as soon as he got up, he found that Ye Feng had already moved into position to provide defensive support, and his high leap startled him so much that he quickly turned around and passed the ball.

But when he turned around, he found Battier's raised arms right in front of him.

But it was too late; his pass was intercepted by Battier.

"See? I told you! A nobody, utterly useless! He fell right into our trap." Ye Feng laughed and said to James, "Keep going!"

James didn't want to continue messing with Mashburn; he just wanted Ye Feng to shut up.

You said all that, but in the end, I'm the one who got elbowed and shoved in the butt.

What's it to me?

Why did you mess with that PJ Brown?!

Ye Feng: I provoked them too.

The Grizzlies, having successfully stolen the ball, did not launch a counterattack. After all, their two players capable of attacking the opponent's defense were currently under their own basket. Williams once again dribbled steadily across half-court and found Gasol again.

The difference this time was that Gasol came to the low post, backed down, and started to isolate and attack Magloire.

Although Gasol has always been criticized for being soft, he is not someone that a player of Magloire's caliber can easily defend.

He easily shook off the defense, turned around, and drove to the basket, leaving Brown with no choice but to retreat to the rim to help defend.

Gasol immediately passed the ball to Ye Feng, who was just a step away from the three-second zone. Ye Feng caught the ball and immediately pulled up for the ball, and then Brown closed his eyes.

If there's anything about Ye Feng that displeases and annoys Brown, it's his shooting form.

This catapult-like movement is something no old-school head coach in the league could tolerate.

But Ye Feng just wouldn't change it, claiming it would make his opponents lower their guard.

After Brown's several unsuccessful attempts, and seeing that Ye Feng actually managed to make the shot, he gave up.

As long as you can score, that's fine. Even if your form is beautiful, it's not like a mid-range shot is considered a three-pointer, right?

"Whoosh!"

Then came a crisp sound, and Ye Feng scored 4 points in a row at the start, showing excellent performance!

The next round was naturally Mashburn's turn. This guy is a well-known leader of the "trolling" faction in the league. His specialty is using his body to bully people and taking advantage of opponents who are not as strong as him.

In addition, he also has a precise turnaround shot that is completely opposite to his physical build and playing style, which makes him a top scorer with an average of 20 points per game.

This time, he switched from back-to-the-basket to face-up driving, but his subtle movements and elbows during acceleration were no less than when he was backing down. James was again grimacing as he was pushed all the way to the basket, but Mashburn's layup this time ended in a missed shot due to the combined block of Gasol and James.

"Trash! You can't even get past my brother's defense!" Ye Feng sneered. "You're facing this year's number one draft pick! What draft position were you even in? You dare challenge the number one pick? Don't you have any self-awareness?"

"You want to fight my brother? Do you even have the guts?"

"So what if your teammates give you the opportunity to be the main attacker?"

"I gave you a chance, but you still failed!"

James really wants to give Ye Feng the middle finger to shut him up.

Can you please stop provoking the person I'm facing?

Ye Feng winked at James, meaning: Let's provoke him like this, and once he loses his temper, we're sure to win tonight!

Whether James understood or not, Ye Feng didn't care.

Because that wasn't important to begin with.

He just thought it was fun.

On the Grizzlies' third offensive possession, the ball was finally passed to James.

He had the ball at a 45-degree angle on the left, and the person who was originally guarding him was roughly chased away by Mashburn.

"I'll teach this bastard high schooler a lesson!"