C1134 Defeat
C1134 Defeat
"Bang!"
A dull sound came from the basket. Fann Jun used a dragon's method to directly tear apart the Blue Sword Hall's defense.
"Hua Feng, with your level, you should focus on embroidery. Basketball is not suitable for you!"
Fann Jun grinned and lightly shook his finger at Hua Feng.
In an instant, the crowd was in an uproar.
"Fann Jun is provoking Hua Feng?"
"He said that Hua Feng can't do it?"
"There will be a good show to watch!"
... ""
Hua Feng's face turned ashen. This was the first time he was looked down upon and provoked by someone ever since he entered the Spirit Sword Sect.
Ye Chen sat in the audience and couldn't help but shake his head.
"A match without suspense, what's the point of watching?"
Xia Zhiyan heard Ye Chen muttering to himself. She could not help but glare at Ye Chen, but she was very worried in her heart. This time, Hua Feng had indeed met a strong opponent.
"Give me the ball!"
Hua Feng took the initiative to ask for the ball when he served the ball. Feng Haibin threw the ball to him without hesitation. Hua Feng was definitely the number one fighter on Blue Sword Hall's basketball team. He could be said to be an offensive kaleidoscope.
However, just as Hua Feng was about to send the ball to his opponent, Fann Jun had already come to block him.
Hua Feng quickly played the ball twice between his legs. Just as he was about to break through from Fann Jun's left side with his speed, he felt the True Qi blocking him. A palm accurately escaped from his hand.
"Hey!"
Fann Jun broke Hua Feng's ball and quickly attacked. He ran very fast. Hua Feng did not expect that he would be easily broken. He was stunned for a moment, and Fann Jun had already rushed under their basket. Another explosive slam ended the attack this time.
"How could this be? Hua Feng actually did not have the strength to fight back?"
Gong Yuwei couldn't believe what she was seeing. In terms of offense and defense, the strongest person in the Spirit Sword Sect, Hua Feng, was completely suppressed by Fann Jun.
Xia Zhiyan was also stunned. She suddenly realized that Hua Feng wasn't the strongest person. It was just that she hadn't met a powerful opponent before.
Hua Feng's palm trembled slightly, and a trace of panic that she had never felt before emerged in her heart. Before this, no matter what kind of opponent he met, he had never lost. Most of the time, he had won easily, but today, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
"Impossible, I don't believe it!"
He angrily shouted in his heart, once again obtaining the ball rights with his teammates. He held the ball and attacked, but was surprised to find that the one who was watching him this time was not Fann Jun, but a member of the Red Sword Hall with average standards.
Fann Jun had a smile on his face, as if he was not worried at all. Hua Feng was angry, and two consecutive moves directly surpassed that defender.
He was delighted. He jumped up and down in anger in the restricted area, and he also wanted to pour the basketball into the basket to vent the anger in his heart just now.
The ball was getting closer and closer to the basket, but at this moment, the wind and clouds changed. A black shadow rose from the ground, and a huge palm directly slapped towards the basketball.
"Bang -!"
With a crisp sound, Hua Feng felt a strong force, and the basketball in his hand was sent flying.
"What did I see? Hua Feng was actually covered by a cap? This..."
Hua Feng looked in front of him in horror. It was the new disciple who stopped him, who was about 1.9 meters tall. This transfer student was called Xu Ping. He used to be good friends with Fann Jun. This time, he joined the Spirit Sword Sect with Fann Jun.
He looked at Hua Feng and said disdainfully, "You want to dunk in my forbidden zone? Dream on?"
Hua Feng had never encountered such a huge humiliation in the past ten years. He had always been stronger than others in any field, but today, he was completely suppressed by Fann Jun and Xu Ping.
What happened next was a slaughter scene. The Blue Sword Hall was being beaten up by the Red Sword Hall. After half of the battle, they had already gotten 48 points, which was almost all earned by Fann Jun and Xu Ping.
The Blue Sword Hall only got a pitiful dozen points. This kind of situation had never happened before. The former overlord of basketball in the Spirit Sword Sect, the Blue Sword Hall, had now become a background.
Hua Feng was flustered and exasperated. He had completely lost the rhythm of the game and his usual standard. Only now did the people of the Spirit Sword Sect know that the usually cold and aloof prince charming was simply unbearable to look at when he was defeated.
"Yuwei, Fann Jun's basketball skill is really terrifying. And that big guy too. Hua Feng is absolutely no match for him!"
Hu Qiaoxue could not bear to watch. Hua Feng could be considered her friend, but now he was suffering on the court.
"I also did not expect this result. As expected, there is always someone better than you. It is not wrong to say that there is someone better than you."
Gong Yuwei sighed softly.
Xia Zhiyan sat on the bench in a daze. She looked at Ye Chen and then understood what Ye Chen meant by "there is no suspense in this match."
The disparity in strength between the two sides was indeed a little too great.
At this moment, Ye Chen crossed his legs and looked at Feng Haibin with interest.
Although the gap between them was now forty points, Feng Haibin was more focused and serious than anyone else. He was even the one who scored 15 points in Blue Sword Hall. He was still unyielding in defense. At this moment, he was fighting with all his might against Xu Ping, who was about 1.9 meters tall.
"Bang!"
Right at this moment, Xu Ping struck with his back, and his strength suddenly erupted, sending Feng Haibin flying. After that, he leapt high into the air and completed his slam dunk, causing an uproar in the crowd.
"You think you can defend against me with just your cultivation base? Don't know what you're talking about!"
Xu Ping coldly snorted and slowly left. At this time, the whistle in the middle of the field sounded, and it was time to rest.
Ye Chen's eyes focused. Feng Haibin sat on the ground and did not get up for a long time. There was a painful expression on his face. When Cultivator's body collided with each other, it was easier for him to get injured than an ordinary person. Especially when there was a gap between the cultivation base and ___.
Hua Feng returned to his seat with an angry look on his face. The other three teammates helped Feng Haibin back to his seat.
"How is it?" Ye Chen walked over.
"Sss, I twisted my ankle. Bastard, that bastard is going too far!"
Feng Haibin had an unwilling look on his face, but he twisted his ankle. He would definitely not be able to fight in the second half of the match. Moreover, even if he did participate in the match, the result would not change.
"It's fine, it's not serious. I'll be fine in a few days."
Ye Chen checked and placed one hand on Feng Haibin's knee. Feng Haibin felt a warm current flowing down his knee and straight to his ankle. The pain was much weaker.
He was secretly surprised. Before he had time to think, Ye Chen suddenly asked, "What is it? He was not willing to give up. Do you want to see how they lose?"
Feng Haibin was very puzzled and looked at Ye Chen with some uncertainty.
"I will fight the second half of the match for you."
"You'll fight for me?" ___ asked.
Feng Haibin looked at Ye Chen in surprise.
"You will lose anyway, and you won't be able to fight. Do you have any other choice?"
Ye Chen spread his hands and said indifferently.