Damn it, one person won all the balls in one quarter.

24 points, this number is simply terrifying.

The opponent is Han Xu's team, damn, they are not rookies.

64:16!

Looking at this score, a group of presidents from various cities stared with eyes as wide as bulls' eyes.

They really want to strangle Xiong Lin to death now.

Where did this pervert come from?

One person brought excitement to the crowd. What was originally a team game of five people turned into a one-man show.

Whether they were watching TV or watching the live broadcast, or the audience at the scene, their mouths were stunned.

Unbelievable!

From the very beginning, Zhang Fan was driving the whole game, especially in this quarter, grabbing the ball, stealing the ball, dribbling, and scoring goals!

It's a crazy rhythm.

"Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan!"

At the end of the third quarter, all the audience roared.

Ouyang Feng? Han Xu?

Compared with Zhang Fan, he is simply weak.

"Take a break!"

The referee said in stunned silence, his eyes fixed on Zhang Fan.

Damn, pervert, pervert!

It’s almost impossible to look straight at it!

Han Xu and the others seemed to have had their souls sucked out.

The score is already like this, is there still a need to fight?

Even if Zhang Fan and the others didn't score a single goal, they still couldn't score 48 points in the remaining 12 minutes.

Ouyang Feng and others also looked at Zhang Fan as if he were a monster.

Even though they knew that Zhang Fan was very good at playing basketball, it was as if he was cheating.

In these 12 minutes, they felt like they were completely fooled. They all passed the ball to Zhang Fan.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng regretted telling Zhang Fan that he would try his best to score points.

Do Han Xu and the others still dare to compete?

Damn, I’m not satisfied at all.

But there is still one game left.

"Hey, Han Xu, you guys can't go to the last section." Ouyang Feng walked to Han Xu and whispered.

Immediately, Han Xu and others stared at Ouyang Feng with blood-red eyes.

"Ouyang Feng, you are so cruel." Han Xu almost broke his teeth.

"No, no, no, no, I didn't expect Zhang Fan to be so fierce." Ouyang Feng laughed sarcastically.

"Get out!" Han Xu glared angrily, and the mineral water bottle in his hand made a crunching sound.

"The game begins!"

The referee urged.

Watching Han Xu and the others come on stage again, he kept shaking his head.

With this score, is there any need to beat it?

"Even if you lose, you still have to exert your momentum. I don't believe it. In the last quarter, beat me hard!" Han Xu roared.

"yes!"

Han Xu's team members also roared with high morale as if they had been given a shot of blood.

"Return to defense!"

Ouyang Feng and others also immediately took action.

In the fifteen minutes of the half and the twelve minutes of the third quarter, their physical strength has recovered a lot.

This game must be won!

"GOGO!"

"Zhang Fan is stuck. He's stuck. Don't let him touch the ball." Han Xu yelled.

Immediately, several people shuttled back and forth, blocking Zhang Fan.

"Tsk, Han Xu is so afraid of Zhang Fan."

A group of audience members booed.

"hey-hey!"

Stuck yourself?

Think too much!

"showtime!"

Zhang Fan whispered something, and then went straight to the dribbler.

"Grass, pass the ball quickly!"

Seeing Zhang Fan's figure, Han Xu immediately roared.

However, Zhang Fan had already snatched the ball away.

"Ouyang Feng, showtime!"

This time, Zhang Fan's voice was so loud that even the audience could hear it clearly.

A group of people stared at Zhang Fan in disbelief.

showtime?

Damn it, so arrogant.

Shouting the show time so loudly, isn't this a slap in the face to Han Xu and the others?

The faces of Han Xu and others turned dark.

Immediately, Han Xu shouted: "Fuck them!"

Suddenly, Han Xu and the others quickly ran towards Zhang Fan with their legs like hot wheels.

"Catch the ball!" Zhang Fan roared. In the last game, at least give Ouyang Feng something to think about. Anyway, the score is enough. If you don't play at this time, you will be a salty fish.

Ouyang Feng's eyes were also bright.

Zhang Fan's last solo show almost destroyed his self-confidence.

How could he be cowardly at this time?

Three steps, layup, dunk!

No hesitation, no sloppiness!

"Boom!"

The basketball stand began to shake violently again.

"Yeah, Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Feng!"

Ouyang Feng's fans immediately started screaming.

"Return to defense!"

Ouyang Feng was extremely excited. This goal instantly brought him back to his peak state.

"charge!"

Zhang Fan roared angrily, and immediately, Ouyang Feng ran desperately towards the blue half.

Zhang Fan flew up, grabbed the basketball with both hands, and threw it directly towards Ouyang Feng.

The opening scene appears again.

Ouyang Feng took the ball, smashed the board, and made a slam dunk!

"Boom!"

Score again!

Watching Zhang Fan and Ouyang Feng's performances, Xiong Lin and the others no longer knew how to describe their mood at this time.
To be continued...