Chapter 276 Basketball skills of future generations!

Author: Chief Disciple of the Beggar Clan

Chapter 276 Basketball skills of future generations!

Rubbish.

Suddenly hearing Jinguji Martial Arts' sarcasm, everyone was stunned. The word garbage echoed in these people's minds.

Carl Lewis and others, who were just about to go to the frontcourt with their teammates, also stopped and turned back to look at Jinguji Budo. After a brief shock, they were filled with anger.

"Rubbish?!"

"Asshole! Do you know what you are talking about?"

"How dare a yellow-skinned monkey call us trash?"

The little black guy standing next to Carl Lewis was furious when he heard the ridicule. He quickly rushed in front of Jinguji Budo in three steps and two steps. Without any explanation, he reached out and grabbed Budo's collar, then raised his fist and directly hit him.

He greeted Martial Arts in the face.

Brother Xiao Hei plays the power forward. He has a strong physique and is about two meters tall. He is now shaking his fists with great momentum.

Moreover, he made a sudden move, and neither the coaches nor the referees on the sidelines reacted. When the spectators watching the game saw this scene, they had no intention of going in to stop him. Instead, they opened their eyes wide and prepared to watch a game.

Good show.

How dare an Asian mock their Oak Hill Academy players as trash? This shouldn't teach a lesson?!

The fist as big as a sandbag was close to the face of Wu Dao. Just when he was about to hit Wu Dao's face, Wu Dao suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist. Jinguji Wu Dao's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the young man in front of him coldly and grabbed the opponent's wrist.

Press down and move away from your face.

Brother Xiao Hei obviously did not expect that his heavy punches would not result in any success, but would be grabbed by the opponent. He wanted to wrestle with the martial arts and break free from the shackles of the martial arts, but what surprised him was that no matter how hard he tried, there was nothing he could do.

Breaking free from the muscles and bones of martial arts. This situation made Brother Xiao Hei completely stunned.

"I just came to school and I don't want to overdo it."

"I haven't played a good game yet. I don't want to get kicked out yet."

"Looking at your angry look, you seem to think you are not trash?"

"But if a player who doesn't want to win a game is not trash, what is he?"

Wu Dao restrained the opponent's wrist with one hand, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of ridicule. Brother Xiao Hei couldn't break free, and he was anxious. At this moment, he heard Wu Dao's ridicule again, and his anger became stronger, and he loosened his collar of Wu Dao.

At the same time, he directly attacked with his elbow. However, his actions were also noticed by martial arts, and he quickly let go of the opponent, stepped back, and dodged directly.

"Fake!" Brother Hei cursed lowly, and when he was about to attack again, the referee and coach on the sidelines finally reacted, and a group of people rushed into the field and stopped Brother Hei.

Coach Steve Smith is really angry now. His players actually punched his teammates on the court in front of him. This is something Steve Smith absolutely cannot accept.

Although he just clearly heard that it was Wu Dao who was the first to taunt, but everything has its own limits. If everyone is chatting, there is no problem. Even if it is a team, it is a trivial matter. But the nature of a fight is completely different.

Same.

It is understandable for high school students to be angry when they are in adolescence. Steve Smith himself is a basketball coach. His ears are calloused when he hears players fighting. But the more he listens, the more he will hear. He will never allow this.

It happened on his team.

"Moll! It's just a practice match, and you actually want to hit someone?"

"I'm so disappointed!"

"Until the end of the semester, you don't have to participate in all the team's games!"

"Now, go to the playground and do 20 laps! If you can't finish it, you don't have to stay on the team!"

Steve Smith has been coaching the Oak Hill College basketball team for more than ten years now. He has a great reputation in high school basketball circles across the United States. He has even produced NBA players under his guidance, and the team has a high prestige.

The player called Moore didn't dare to go against Steve Smith after hearing the coach's words. He could only glare at Jinguji Budo, then pushed away the surrounding players and left the ball angrily.

Museum.

After Moore left, Steve Smith's eyes fell on Jinguji Martial Arts, and the seriousness and anger on his face did not dissipate.

"Wu!"

"There's no way I can pretend I didn't hear what you just said!"

"To say that my Oak Hill players are trash, I think you have to have the confidence to say that."

"If your performance in this game is not satisfactory to me, I think you don't need to join the basketball team."

"If you can't play well, just go to school in peace and be your exchange student!"

After Steve Smith said these words, he asked George, the white boy who had been replaced by Martial Arts, to come on, and then walked off the court. The practice match still had to be played, and such an episode would not affect

Competition. Steve Smith’s practice of playing fifty boards each will actually have a greater impact on martial arts.

It can be seen that Steve Smith's appreciation of martial arts is very limited at this stage. On the contrary, the arrogant tone of martial arts has made him very dissatisfied.

In this regard, Wu Dao just showed his hands indifferently.

For him, if he can't perform in this game and won't be able to play in the future, and he just practices with the team, he doesn't have to come here in the first place.

Moreover, the blue team is really weird. There are three insiders in the team of five people. If these three people don't do anything, even if the white guy is willing to cooperate with me, this game will be very uncomfortable.

As for now, although such an incident has occurred and the consequences of the coach's martial arts punishment have become more serious, the situation will still be better. At least, look at the way the new white guy is talking to Steven.

, should not be a mole.

The other two black brothers may be angry with themselves and will not pass the ball to themselves, but they still have the nerve to continue paddling after being scolded by themselves. Do they really deserve the title of "trash"?

"Hey! Boy!"

"Our Oak Hill Academy players are not something someone like you can evaluate."

"Don't think that if you can slam dunk or block that idiot Danny, you will feel like a person!"

"It's a hundred years too early for you to talk loudly in front of us."

"I will show you that the basketball here is on a different level from that in Asia!"

After Carl Lewis watched Moore leave, he walked up to Jinguji Budao and whispered in Budao's ear. Looking at the angry look on his face, Budao also laughed.

"Then let me see. I don't think a rookie who can't even defend well can be of much use."

"People like you have no chance to play in Asia!"

As Wu Dao spoke, he ran towards the frontcourt. Facing Carl Lewis, Wu Dao still maintained his previous attitude, and even added a little more fire.

Martial arts know very well that the last thing a proud person can tolerate is for something he should be proud of to be slandered and insulted by others.

"Ha! Okay!"

"I hope your mouth will be as hard as it is now!"

Carl Lewis looked at Wu Dao's leaving figure and murmured, then accelerated towards the frontcourt.

In the backcourt of the blue team, the new George served from the baseline and passed the ball to Steven. The latter took the ball and quickly advanced towards the frontcourt with the ball. During the process, his eyes were always interested.

He was looking at Jinguji Martial Arts' position. Although he didn't know whether Jinguji Martial Arts' behavior was to help him intentionally or if it was an unconscious move.

But in reality, it did help him a lot.

He is not a fool, and he can also see that Carl Lewis and the two players who originally helped Danny were angry at this moment and eager to prove themselves on the court. This point was directly reflected when Carl Lewis entered the opponent's basket.

You can see the card owner's opponent's position.

The new George is a white man, and he is on his side. Although the yellow man does not know what his specific strength is, he can tell from the previous offense and defense that no matter how good the opponent is, he is not that kind of player.

A miscellaneous character who can't hold the ball firmly.

"Although there is still a gap in the score, if we all play well, we still have a chance."

"Let's first look at the depth of this yellow guy. The coach seems to have a lot of expectations for him."

At this moment, Steven obviously had a lot of interest in Jinguji Martial Arts, and he reciprocated the favor. After entering the frontcourt, Steven turned sideways and quickly passed the ball to the god standing outside the three-point line.

Miyaji Martial Arts.

The white team, which was using a zone defense, saw Jinguji Budo receiving the ball and did not assign anyone to defend it. Stephen Jackson, who was closest to Budo, thought of the scene where Budo broke through and dunked before, and he was a little wary and took the initiative to step forward.

In two steps, he stood one meter away from the martial arts and took a defensive position to prevent the martial arts from breaking through.

"I wonder if the American basket is comfortable to shoot."

Wu Dao received the ball and muttered softly, raised the ball and shot, with quick movements, the basketball flew directly from his hands and flew towards the basket. When Stephen Jackson saw Wu Dao choose a three-pointer, there was no expression on his face.

There was too much surprise on his face, and he turned his head and looked towards the basket. With his defensive position, he was already mentally prepared for a three-point shot from the Budokai.

Stephen Jackson also wanted to see if the yellow man had a basket. If he knew that the opponent had no basket, it would be much easier to defend next time.

"Whoosh!"

A crisp sound interrupted Stephen Jackson's thoughts. He looked at the basket intently, and the basketball fell from the net and towards the ground.

Stephen Jackson raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but quickly adjusted his mentality, clapped his hands, and shouted to the players:

"Offense, I will guard this kid to death later!" Stephen Jackson shouted while running towards the frontcourt. As the scoreboard flipped, the score of the two teams reached 29:19.

The point difference further narrowed to 10 points.
To be continued...