A complete set of scoring techniques and experience instantly flooded Su Xi’s mind.
The sheer volu of information far exceeded the combined total of his three super-talents from Gary Payton, Isaiah Thomas, and Magic Johnson.
It was a true encyclopedia of scoring, or rather, a master guide to scoring techniques.
Su Xi was a bit dazed as he ran, his body and mind rapidly absorbing everything.
By the ti he reached the frontcourt, the process was complete.
Super Acquired Talent Body Compatibility: 89%.
Current Absorption and Integration: 69%.
The body compatibility was considered high, but the absorption and integration level was on the low side.
After all, this was Kobe’s life’s work.
From the mont Kobe first touched a basketball, he was studying scoring. He studied for over a decade, finally forging his own super-talent.
He had reached an unprecedented level.
At this mont, he could declare himself the number one shooting guard in the league.
He felt completely confident, even when facing Tracy McGrady and Iverson.
Because Su Xi could vouch for him.
"Jack, you can’t guard anymore. Right now, I feel like I can make the shot from anywhere, at any ti, no matter how tough the defense. I realize my understanding of scoring has reached an unprecedented level. Even if a pri Jordan was standing in front of , I’d dare to go toe-to-toe with him."
Kobe said to Su Xi, his face a mask of fierce confidence.
To his surprise, Su Xi actually nodded. He even said, "I think your scoring technique might be even better than Jordan’s. After all, you can do everything he could. It’s just that your physical gifts are far inferior."
Su Xi was being sincere.
But Kobe was not happy to hear this. He didn’t think his physical gifts were that far off from Jordan’s. ’Aren’t they about the sa? He was a Dunk King, and so am I.’
Er...
If Kobe had voiced his thoughts to Su Xi, Su Xi would have definitely ribbed him: "Oh yeah? Can you palm the ball in mid-air and complete a dunk from the free-throw line? Even once?"
Su Xi didn’t linger to chat with Kobe; he turned and ran. Kobe gave chase relentlessly.
Kobe had excellent anticipation. As he sensed Su Xi was about to run around Little O’Neal, he changed direction ahead of ti.
But just then, Su Xi stopped on a di and called for the ball from Kenny Anderson.
Kobe quickly got up on him, but Su Xi took one dribble forward and then abruptly spun, smoothly transitioning from facing the basket to playing with his back to it.
And then, Su Xi threw in a clever shoulder fake.
The fake caught Kobe completely off guard; he felt like he was looking in a mirror.
’Did we have the sa damn teacher? Have you also been secretly studying Jordan’s and Olajuwon’s highlight reels and rging their styles into one?’
While Kobe was still puzzled, Su Xi spun quickly. At the very instant he turned, he passed the ball into the paint.
Foster received the pass and laid the ball into the basket with his left hand.
O’Neal had zoned out a bit.
He clearly hadn’t expected Su Xi’s spin move to be so silky smooth.
He also figured that the reason Kobe couldn’t guard Su Xi was because they had learned from the sa school of play, and you can’t counter your own moves.
"Jack, when did you master Kobe’s whole repertoire?" O’Neal asked Su Xi on the way back downcourt.
Su Xi said, "Hard work. Other than hard work, I have zero assets."
O’Neal was dumbfounded. ’Why does he even talk like Kobe? If those two were on the sa team, it’d be absolute chaos. They’d fight even more than we do.’
Just as O’Neal was thinking this, Kobe walked over to give him so unsolicited advice: "Watch your man. Don’t let us lose because of what happens in the paint."
’This motherfucker...’
O’Neal seethed with rage.
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