As he watched, two more men got out of the car—one Black and one white. Both were tall as well.
The white man was around 195 centimeters, while the Black man was roughly 185 to 190 centimeters. He was also carrying a basketball.
Su Yang casually glanced at them, then his eyes widened. “Holy crap?”
“Isn’t that… what’s his name? Mozart… No, no, Morant?”
Although Su Yang didn’t usually play much basketball, he was still very interested in sports like basketball and soccer, and he recognized quite a few famous athletes.
Morant, who was standing not far away, had been incredibly popular in the NBA over the past two years. He was a professional basketball player from the United States who played point guard for the NBA Bears.
He wore long dreadlocks, a white Nike T-shirt, and numerous tattoos covering his arms. His lower half was clad in black athletic shorts, and he wore a pair of white Nike basketball shoes.
Although he wasn’t particularly tall—in fact, he was the shortest of the three—his athletic ability was exceptional. Even in a top-tier league like the NBA, he often delivered spectacular dunks over defenders.
The Black man who had gotten out of the car first, who was also around 195 centimeters tall, was likewise a professional basketball player from the United States. He played for the NBA Knicks and was named White.
At first, Su Yang had assumed he was the most famous of the three, but he hadn’t expected Morant to be there too.
He didn’t recognize the other white man, but judging by his appearance, he seemed to be a professional basketball player as well.
“Hey, they said they were just going to play some pickup ball with regular people, but three professionals showed up instead. I definitely have to play against them. The problem is, I don’t have any basketball-related skills. I wonder if I can compete with professional players using only my footwork.”
As he spoke, the black Range Rover sped away. The three men chatted and carried their basketballs into the park.
The NBA season usually began toward the end of October, so it was perfectly normal to run into basketball stars in Paris at this time of year. They were probably on vacation and had come to the pickup court to stay in shape.
Su Yang stopped watching and quickly went to a burger shop, where he bought two hamburgers to fill his stomach. He had originally planned to eat steak, but now he no longer had the patience. All he wanted was to get onto the court and test himself against Morant.
He wolfed down the burgers and washed them down with a cup of cola. Less than five minutes later, he left the restaurant and crossed the street toward the park.
It was an open park with three full-sized basketball courts. None of them were empty; people were playing on every court.
The closer he got, the more heated the atmosphere became. The sounds of bouncing basketballs, bodies colliding, and excited shouts rang out one after another.
Many of the men had taken off their shirts, revealing well-built muscles as they sweated through their games.
Su Yang’s casual outfit made him look somewhat out of place on the court, but no one paid him any attention for the time being. Everyone was focused on playing.
He turned his head and scanned the courts. On the middle one, he spotted Morant, White, and the other white man.
The appearance of two NBA stars at a pickup court—one of them currently among the very best—had attracted quite a few fans, who were asking them for autographs.
After signing the autographs, Morant and White warmed up on the sidelines, preparing to join a game with the locals.
Su Yang smiled and walked over.
“Hey, man!” A shirtless Black guy drenched in sweat was sitting on the sideline drinking water. When he saw Su Yang approaching, he called out to him.
“You talking to me?” Su Yang asked, puzzled.
“This place isn’t suitable for you. You should leave.”
“Not suitable for me? Isn’t this an open public park?”
“It is, but can’t you see that we’re playing basketball?”
“So? I’m not disturbing you, am I?” Su Yang replied with a smile.
“We don’t need celebrities on the basketball court.”
“Celebrities?”
The guy had seen Su Yang’s fashionable clothes and handsome face, so he assumed he was some kind of Asian celebrity.
Su Yang smiled and walked over to him. “Who told you I’m a celebrity? I’m just a tourist. I saw you guys playing and felt like joining in to see if I could get a spot.”
“You?” The Black man looked Su Yang up and down with obvious disdain.
“What? Is that not allowed?”
“You’re too short. Can you even play?”
“I’m short? You’re not exactly…” Su Yang hadn’t finished speaking when the guy suddenly sprang to his feet. Su Yang had to tilt his head up—the man was more than ten centimeters taller than him, at least 193 centimeters.
Su Yang scratched his head awkwardly and laughed. “Don’t let my height fool you. I’m pretty good at basketball.”
“I don’t think Asians are any good at basketball,” the guy sneered before sitting back down.
“Who says Asians can’t play basketball? Isn’t Yao Ming Asian? What do you have to say about that?”
“Yao’s an exception. Most Asians can’t play basketball.”
“Hey, I don’t like the sound of that. Since you’re so sure, why don’t we put it to the test?”
“You want to play me one-on-one?”
Su Yang blinked and smiled. “What, scared?”
“Hahaha! I could destroy you with one hand. Do you believe that?”
“I don’t. How about this? We play to eleven. If you beat me, I’ll admit that Asians can’t play basketball and leave immediately. But if I win, you have to apologize and let me join you for a three-on-three game.”
“Heh. You’re wearing long pants and a necklace. If I played you one-on-one, my brothers would laugh at me.”
“Can’t do it? Just say you’re scared. I’m embarrassed for you.” Su Yang deliberately provoked him.
“You!” The guy snapped to his feet again. “What do you mean, I can’t do it? I just don’t think you’re worth playing one-on-one against.”
“Whatever. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just afraid you’ll lose.”
Hearing that, the Black man stood up once more and glared at Su Yang through clenched teeth. “Fine, fine, fine! Let’s play to eleven. If you lose, get the hell out of here!”
Su Yang gave a faint smile and stood up. “Deal.”
Their entire exchange had been heard by Morant, who was several meters away. He stood to the side with a basketball tucked under one arm, watching the show.
None of the three courts had anyone playing a full-court game. Instead, each half-court had four or six people playing two-on-two or three-on-three.
The Black man walked toward the left half of the court in front of them and shouted, “Hey, guys, take a break for a minute and clear the court. Some clueless Asian guy wants to challenge me.”
“What?”
Su Yang stood at the sideline, removed his watch and necklace, and put them into his pants pocket. The moment he did so, however, he transferred the two items, along with his phone, into the system’s storage rack.
Afterward, he casually rotated his wrists, then shouted at the Black man on the court, “Hurry up! Clear the court already!”
“You see that guy over there?” the Black man said to the others.
Another Black man laughed. “An Asian?”
“Yeah.”
“Josh, you’re going one-on-one with an Asian?”
“He’s the one who provoked me, saying I was afraid to play him. So I’m going to show him what basketball really is,” Josh said with a grin.
“Haha, sure. But if you lose, don’t say you know me.”
“Do you really think that’s possible?” Josh turned toward Su Yang and shouted, “Kid! If you score even two points on me, I’ll count that as a win for you.”
Su Yang smiled and stepped onto the court. “I’ll say the same to you. If you can score even two points on me, I’ll count that as a win for you.”
“You saw that, right? An Asian guy actually had the nerve to act so cocky.”
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
