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Chapter 10: A tomahawk dunk that shocked the entire arena.

Swish!

Qin Yu made the penalty kick with flying colors.

In less than a minute, Qin Yu scored 7 points with a combination of field goals and free throws, leading his team on a 7-0 run to bring the score to 25-46, narrowing the gap to 21 points.

The point difference is still significant. To the rest of the Red Team, these 21 points seem like an insurmountable barrier, impossible to overcome in the limited time available.

After all, the opponent's strength is undeniable.

But in Qin Yu's view, this is not an insurmountable gap. When he said "I haven't lost," it wasn't just a casual slogan; he genuinely wanted to win.

Several red team players quickly retreated to defense. Seeing the white team players approaching, Hank stepped forward to block number 7 and shouted, "Guys, hold the line!"

"Yes."

"Prevent it well."

Several people responded enthusiastically, their spirits and energy were different from before.

"With just you guys?"

Number 7 sneered, made a gesture to his teammates to pull away, and said he wanted to take on Hank one-on-one.

It has to be said that number 7 is very strong. Although he is not tall, he is skilled and has excellent physical strength. He first dribbled between his legs, then suddenly accelerated. He was not fast, and he was not trying to get past Hank with speed, but rather actively seeking contact and pushing Hank away.

The next moment, Number 7 retreated, using a technique almost identical to Qin Yu's earlier move: after stepping back, he jumped up and flicked his wrist.

Swish!

With a soft thud, the ball went in.

It wasn't a three-pointer, it was a two-pointer, but it still made Hank feel frustrated. He had tried his best, but he just couldn't stop it.

Qin Yu came to Hank's side and said, "It's okay, I'll help you with defense later."

Hank nodded and began to take the ball and launch an attack.

After arriving at the frontcourt, he hesitated for a moment when facing number 7, wanting to score a consolation goal, but when he saw Qin Yu making a run to get the ball, he chose to pass it instead, while waving to signal his teammates to spread out.

Qin Yu had scored two goals in a row in the previous matchup, so he clearly had an absolute advantage in this one. So let him score.

The spectators outside the stadium lit up the moment they saw Qin Yu get the ball.

The white team players exchanged glances, and number 52 quietly stepped forward, ready to help Xiao Rizi defend.

The two faced off. Qin Yu held the ball at his waist and continued his verbal attack: "You call others dogs? I think you're the one who's like a Shiba Inu—short, small, weak, and arrogant. Hey, what's wrong with your eyes? You're not convinced, are you? Let me tell you, I'll break through from the left, but you just can't stop me, you believe me?"

The little guy's eyes blazed with anger, and he was about to open his mouth to retaliate when he saw Qin Yu suddenly start moving, his speed was astonishing, and he really broke through from the left.

"Baka!" The little boy was furious and quickly moved to the side.

However, the next moment, Qin Yu pulled back, changed direction, and broke through to the right.

"Didn't you say we'd break through from the left?" Xiao Rizi felt completely out of sorts. He staggered, desperately trying to adjust his footing but unable to. In his haste, he tripped over himself and almost fell on his backside.

"Idiot, I can go left or right whenever I want, what can you do about it?" Qin Yu sneered, then sped up again, making the most of his time.

A figure flashed ahead, and number 52 rushed over to cover.

Facing this guy, Qin Yu stopped in his tracks without hesitation, quickly gathered the ball, and then tossed it toward the basket with one hand.

Number 52 jumped up and stretched out his arm, but the ball's arc was too high, and he ultimately failed to touch it. He only subconsciously turned his head and saw the basketball obediently fall into the net.

"Shit, it went in again."

Now even number 52 is frustrated.

It's only been a little over a minute, and this guy has already scored 9 points.

"Yay, another one in!"

Ellie's eyes were filled with adoration as she stared at Qin Yu, her eyes practically overflowing with starlight.

So cool!

Several teammates came over and gave Qin Yu a high-five. This time, Qin Yu didn't hold back. The previous 3+1 play did have an element of luck, but this one was pure skill.

Whether it was Qin Yu in his previous life or the previous owner of this body, they all had one thing in common—they were both excellent at shooting basketballs.

This is the key to their ability to stand out in different times and spaces on their respective paths to pursuing their basketball dreams; the skill of shooting has almost been ingrained in their very souls.

After fully adapting to his body over the past two days, Qin Yu was pleasantly surprised to find that he didn't even need "system points" to improve his shooting ability from C to C+. With a little more effort, he could improve it to B.

According to the system's ranking system, level C is equivalent to the level of a professional player.

Of course, not the NBA, but other professional leagues, such as the CBA.

Qin Yu's shooting was originally C-level, but now it has reached C+, which he estimates should be considered the top level in the CBA.

With such shooting skills, Qin Yu would naturally be incredibly confident in this amateur competition, making three-pointers and floaters come easily to him.

"If I put those 20 points into my shooting, I wonder if I could reach a B grade?"

A thought flashed through Qin Yu's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

He didn't regret putting all 20 points into speed. Times have changed. Against a heavy inside player like Oden, speed is the key to breaking the deadlock. Small players can't compete with big men without speed; just relying on shooting won't work.

Even if he put all 20 points into shooting, he still couldn't beat Oden. Instead, he put all the points into speed, taking advantage of Oden's knee injury and slow movement, which gave him a chance to win.

The results proved that his choice was correct.

As for upgrading his shooting to B level... it's only a matter of time as long as he keeps earning points.

......

White team attacks.

The score was 48-27, a difference of 21 points.

The white team had possession of the ball. Number 7 received the ball on the baseline and, while advancing the ball, said to number 52, "That guy Tanabe is an idiot; he can't defend against them."

Number 52 nodded: "We can't go on like this. That number 11 (Qin Yu) who just came up is very strong, a master. You and Tianbian will switch roles later, and you'll guard him."

Number 7 should be down.

After arriving at the frontcourt, number 7 faced Hank and attempted a one-on-one attack once again, but just as he was about to make his move, he noticed Qin Yu approaching.

"They've moved up to provide support."

Number 7 flicked the ball with one hand, subconsciously passing it to the unmarked Xiao Rizi, but immediately regretted it after passing it.

Sure enough, he was already in high spirits. Despite being left open, he didn't choose to shoot. Instead, he grabbed the ball and headed straight for the basket, looking like he wanted to dunk.

"Do you really think I don't exist?"

Wells, guarding the basket, leaped up and swung his big hand, slapping the basketball hard and sending it flying.

Number 7 looked grim, cursing Xiao Zi as an "idiot" for refusing to shoot when he had an open shot and instead trying to dunk. The other center is at least 1.9 meters tall, is he just a decoration?

I shouldn't have passed it on to him.

Several players rushed towards the flying basketball, which Taylor finally caught. Just as he gained control of the ball, he heard a voice from ahead: "Taylor, throw it."

What?

Taylor was taken aback and subconsciously looked up, only to be surprised to find that Qin Yu had somehow arrived at the frontcourt, which was the white team's half of the court.

What a great opportunity!

Taylor immediately pushed the ball forward with both hands, sending a long pass to the frontcourt.

"not good."

"Damn it, chase after them!"

Several white team players reacted quickly. Number 7 and Xiao Rizi were trying their best to catch up, but how could they keep up with the speed of the basketball?

Qin Yu reached out and snatched the basketball. Without pausing, he took three big strides and charged toward the basket.

At that moment, he suddenly felt an impulse.

"Then... deduct one!"

Qin Yu took two steps and was already in the paint area. Then he suddenly leaped into the air, his right hand gripping the basketball. His body stretched out in the air as if he were walking on air, and he flew towards the basket.

"Whoa..."

The entire audience was shocked, and the crowd was in an uproar, finding it hard to believe.

Some people gaped, some held their heads in their hands, some jumped up... God, what is this guy trying to do? Is he going to dunk?

The next moment, Qin Yu swung his right hand, like a battle axe descending from the sky, grabbed the basketball and slammed it into the basket.

Bang!

A loud bang resounded, like a thunderclap exploding in people's hearts.

It's boiling!

The entire stadium erupted in cheers.

A group of spectators screamed excitedly, and Ellie jumped so high that she wanted to rush onto the field. Even the players on the red and white teams were shocked.

That... was a tomahawk dunk!

"Sigh, his jumping ability is still lacking; it can only be considered a barely passable dunk."

When Qin Yu landed, he didn't feel particularly impressive. At 194cm tall, he could barely dunk, which was nothing special. His jumping ability was still lacking, and he could only say that he still needed to practice.

However, several teammates rushed over excitedly and surrounded him, their faces flushed with excitement.

"Qin, you're amazing."

"That dunk was so cool! Ellie, you idiot, she should have told me you were this good sooner. She regrets it now."

"Bro, I want to kiss you. Hey, don't dodge, I don't mean anything by it, it's just..."

Surrounded by several people, with some even groping him, Qin Yu was very annoyed and shouted, "Retreat and defend immediately!"

That's how they managed to break free.

Phew, looks like I still need to keep a low profile.

Unfortunately, I'm too dazzling; I can't do it!

......

At 29:48, in just a short time, the score difference had been narrowed to less than 20 points, leaving the white team players somewhat bewildered. What the hell was going on?

However, the game had to continue. Number 52 and number 7 exchanged a glance but did not call a timeout, not wanting to lose momentum.

Qin Yu's dunk boosted the morale of the Red Team. If the White Team were to call a timeout at this moment, it would only make them look scared.

"Play more cautiously," number 52 said in a deep voice. "Give me the ball later."

"OK." Number 7 nodded in agreement.

At this point, we must retaliate and dampen the Red Team's momentum, otherwise they might take advantage of the situation and gain the upper hand. Therefore, this attack must succeed.

Upon reaching the frontcourt, numbers 7 and 52 executed a pick-and-roll.

This time, number 7 was much more careful, preventing Qin Yu from easily stealing the ball. After the pick-and-roll, he passed the ball to number 52 and then pulled his man away.

He was number 52 in the singles, but not in the low post. He didn't have an advantage in terms of physical strength, so the low post back-to-the-basket game wasn't his forte. He launched his attack from the left 45-degree angle, near the elbow area, first shaking his shoulder, then accelerating and breaking through to the left.

This scene might seem unusual to others, but to Qin Yu it was perfectly normal. Ten years later, the NBA popularized the "stretch big man," a type of center who would initiate attacks from the elbow area or beyond the three-point line like a guard or forward, and breakthroughs were very common.

This type of center is still somewhat difficult for today's players to handle, but Qin Yu knows exactly how to deal with him...