Someone outside noticed the movement inside the infield.

More and more curious people are cramming into the gaps that the billboards don't cover, scrambling to see the excitement inside.

"I'll go, is there someone inside challenging the Hualong Ball Club?"

"It seems to be, look at it, Zhang Feng is on it."

"I'll go, don't get in my way, I'll see it too."

Outside was crowded, but inside it was solemn.

The spectators on the bench stopped laughing, and everyone watched with bated breath as the game progressed.

The only Japanese streetball league player who did not play also leaned over and sat with full attention, one hand on his thigh, and his eyes were extremely serious.

A whistle blows, and the second inning begins.

Zhang Feng's demeanor is relaxed and freehand, and what forms a strong contrast with him is Ren Qiuming's caution.

The latter's breathing and movements showed the incomparable tension in his heart.

This is also the first time in his life that he has competed with this famous master in the street basketball industry of Shuangqing City, and he is also opposed.

Ren Qiuming opened his arms, and his attention stopped on Zhang Feng's basketball.

The latter doesn't dribble fast, but it has a high sense of rhythm, and there are many small variations hidden between normal arm extensions.

His two calves, with their long, powerful Achilles tendons, could erupt with terrifying acceleration at any moment.

Zhang Feng did not choose to break through in the end, but distributed the ball to his Japanese teammates who pulled out.

The latter faced Deng Hongfei, made a few tentative steps in a row, and then directly took a fierce and invincible step, accelerated with his shoulders and crashed in.

Deng Hongfei has also experienced American-style systematic training, and confrontation is considered superior among normal people.

He held his feet, moved sideways quickly, and raised his hands to guard against his opponent's attack.

The Japanese man held the ball with both hands, took three steps and threw it with a hook hand.

Deng Hongfei just covered his eyes and didn't jump up to seal it.

The ball crossed an arc in the air and missed the shot, jumping to the side of the rebound, Deng Hongfei jumped high to take the ball off, and quickly passed it to Ren Qiuming, who was waiting outside the three-point line.

Ren Qiuming caught the ball without hesitation and opened his hand to shoot.

"Huh."

Seems to be too nervous.

The basketball fell off the edge of the net bag and went straight out of the bottom line, without even touching the basket.

Ren Qiuming was stunned, clapped his hands in frustration, and hurriedly put himself into the defensive state.

Deng Hongfei and Wu Junhao did not complain, and looked at their respective people.

It was Zhang Feng who organized the attack again, and this time he quickly dribbled the ball alternately under his crotch to change the rhythm, moving left and right, forward and backward.

Ren Qiuming's footsteps were shaken a little messy by the feints all over his body.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Feng shot out violently, like an arrow off the string, speeding past Ren Qiuming's side,

Bring a strong wind to the basket.

His speed is indeed very fast, and even in Deng Hongfei's cognition, he can be regarded as a speed master.

The latter looked at the Dongying people behind him, and suddenly gave up his defense and rushed towards Zhang Feng.

Allowing your opponent to go to the basket is almost a 100 percent hit.

And in the open position, the hit rate is definitely not so high.

This is Deng Hongfei's idea.

Zhang Feng passed it unexpectedly, Wu Junhao on the other side had no time to care, and Deng Hongfei was also on guard, he didn't jump with all his strength, and immediately turned around to make up for the Japanese behind him after landing.

The man threw his hand in the face of Deng Hongfei's reluctant block, hit the board steadily, and took the lead in the second game of Hualong Ball Club.

"Well done!"

The people of the Hualong Ball Club on the sidelines suddenly got up and burst into strong cheers.

"Whew."

After landing, Deng Hongfei took a deep breath.

It stands to reason that this situation just now would not be so embarrassing for the one who used to be at the peak of his state at the University of Washington.

At present, my body has been absent from the battle formation for a long time, and I have not experienced systematic training for a long time, not to mention the serious degeneration, and I am still fully adapting to the state after recovery.

He's also a little bit out of his power.

Ren Qiuming picked up the ball frustrated and came to the outside of the three-point line, his eyes began to waver a little.

He doubted his own ability, and was suppressed by Zhang Feng for several rounds in a row, which was not a lot of pressure on the heart of the eighteen-nineteen young man.

"Give it to me."

Just when he was at a loss, a cold voice suddenly floated in his ears.

Deng Hongfei said two words simply, his arms were spread out and his back was turned to Dongyingren and shouted for the ball.

Ren Qiuming didn't think about it, and gave it directly.

Deng Hongfei caught the ball firmly under the strong interference of the Japanese flying body.

Zhang Feng and Zhong Linxiang both looked at this side vigilantly, and Deng Hongfei made a few back-to-back attempts in a row, and he was also looking for the rhythm of the game.

He didn't want to pass the ball, and the three-on-three bullfight was largely about individual ability.

Feel the right leg turn a little empty under your feet.

He slammed into the opportunity to release the ball and spun around and skimmed past the defenders.

The latter wants to use his power to carry him off the line and disrupt his attacking rhythm.

However, Deng Hongfei's footsteps were also quite tight, and he jumped up, his body flew lightly, and he almost put the ball into the basket in a dunk posture.

——1：1

The cheers died down.

The height that Deng Hongfei jumped just now made everyone feel what is called despair.

It's too high, it's the first time I've seen a person turn around and pick up the basket so lightly in real life, it's almost like dunking in.

Wu Junhao also blinked, slightly surprised.

But the game goes on and is far from over.

It's too late to be too shocked.

Switch sides to attack.

Zhang Feng continued to change direction sharply to dodge Ren Qiuming, and hit a steady shot with a mid-range stop-and-go jump shot.

Deng Hongfei continued to get stuck in his position to ask for the ball.

The Dongying people behind him pushed him with their iron arms, and also pressed their front knees against his knee sockets to prevent Deng Hongfei from exerting his strength.

This small action made the latter directly give up his back and choose a frontal dribble.

The speed at which the one-meter-ninety-five body burst out in an instant was no slower than Zhang Feng's, and even faster.

The Japanese followed closely, but they couldn't stand Deng Hongfei's height and long arms, and the latter spread his wings to carry the defense, and played the board at 45 degrees......

You come and go.

Hualong Ball Club played Zhang Feng and began to selectively let the other two points act as auxiliaries.

And Ren Qiuming did not limit Zhang Feng's ability at all.

I could only watch Zhang Feng smash his defense again and again.

On the contrary, on his side, the Dongying man had no way to take Deng Hongfei, and the latter would turn on the give-and-take mode as long as he received the ball.

Soon the score alternated to 4:4.

All goals for both sides came from their only strong point.

Ren Qiuming and Zhong Linxiang's appointment battle turned into a solo performance by Deng Hongfei and Zhang Feng......

The offensive rights of Hualong Ball Club.

Deng Hongfei called a timeout, and the three of them stepped aside.

"In the last round, I'll defend Zhang Feng."

Deng Hongfei's face was already covered with beads of sweat, "Wu Junhao, you guard against that Japanese." ”

"Tyuming, you did your best to restrain Zhong Linxiang."

He stretched out his hand: "Come, win this game." ”

So far in the game, even Wu Junhao has no doubts about his strength, at least among the three, Deng Hongfei's ability is the strongest.

He nodded, "I have no opinion. ”

The three hands were folded together and he shouted, "Victory." ”

On the last ball of the second game, Zhang Feng found that the person in front of him had become Deng Hongfei, and he couldn't help grinning: "You finally came to defend me, but do you think you can defend me?" ”

Deng Hongfei touched his nose, lowered his center of gravity, his two long arms seemed to be an insurmountable barrier, and in the face of the other party's trash talk, he didn't say a word, and his eyebrows were full of composure.

Zhang Feng pursed his lips, and also did not choose to pass the ball, but waved his hand to let his teammates pull away.

His gaze seemed to be filled with the edges of thousands of sharp swords for a moment, and Deng Hongfei's frost-like eyes collided violently in the air.