Jordan glared at his two good-for-nothing sons, then said in a deep voice, "Kid, you know quite a lot. But my warm-up is over, it's time to get serious with you."
Jordan's aura suddenly surged, his sharp eyes fixed on Link.
"Thump!"
Jordan bounced the ball, Passing it to Link with a bounce pass.
After receiving the Passing, Link made an off-ball fake, seemingly about to dribble to the left, which tricked Jordan into shifting his center of gravity, then he took another pull-up Three-Point Shot.
Although Jordan was fooled by Link's fake move, his reaction was incredibly swift, and he shot up. How was this like a 38-year-old man? Link was forced to raise his shooting arc...
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
After bouncing off the rim a few times, the basketball fortunately went in.
"Shit!" Jordan couldn't help but curse.
"Dad, it's 8-0!"
"Dad, Link is going to shut you out, you know."
"Dad, didn't you say you were going to get serious?"
Jordan's two Good Sons continued to tease their father.
"Get lost!"
"It's just 8-0. The game has just begun, it's still early."
Jordan cursed coldly.
Although Jordan was trailing 8-0, Link truly didn't see a hint of panic in him.
In the next offensive possession, Link dribbled and drove hard, facing Jordan's tight defense. He tried to make a large in-and-out dribble, but Jordan anticipated it and completed a Steal.
After the Steal, offense and defense switched.
Jordan dribbled the ball past the Three-Point Shot line, a confident smile on his face, and said, "rookie, you're too naive, daring to make such a change of direction against my defense."
After speaking, Jordan, holding the ball at the top of the arc, made a crossover dribble, switching the ball from his left hand to his right. Taking a step, Link quickly closed in. Jordan immediately stopped short, then followed with another change of direction, turning sideways and breaking through to Link's left. "Bang!" The moment their bodies made contact, Jordan slipped past Link's Death Coil, drove to the basket, and "Boom!" completed a one-handed dunk.
This play fully demonstrated Jordan's strength, body coordination, and Explosiveness.
2 to 8!
Jordan's possession. Jordan drove to the right, Link slid to block the driving lane. "Bang!" Their bodies made contact again. Jordan lowered his center of gravity, followed with a crossover dribble. Link instinctively retreated a step to defend against his drive; but Jordan's right foot, which he had stepped out with, suddenly planted firmly, pushing off the ground forcefully, and he executed a fadeaway jump shot.
At this moment, Link found his legs spread too far apart, making it impossible to jump immediately.
Jordan used the rhythm of the air dribble to manipulate Link's center of gravity, thereby sealing Link's Explosiveness.
4 to 8!
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With a "Swish!" Jordan drove to the basket, made an in-air hand switch, and scored with a reverse layup.
8 to 8!!!
Trailing 8-0, Jordan scored 8 consecutive points, successfully tying the score.
However, this doesn't mean Link's defense on Jordan was completely useless. Dozens of physical confrontations had consumed a lot of Jordan's Stamina.
Soon, Jordan's pull-up jump shot in the next offensive possession missed due to this.
"Damn it, that didn't go in." Jordan was a bit annoyed.
Soon, Jordan said to Link, "Kid, your luck tonight is really good, but in the face of absolute strength, everything else is just fleeting clouds."
"Michael, seeing you drenched in sweat, do you want to rest for 5 minutes?"
"After all, if I win later, you'll definitely find an excuse again."
Link's trash talk was not inferior at all.
"Fuck! rookie... just you?" Jordan said angrily.
An enraged Jordan was like a strong bulldog, constantly harassing Link with his long arms.
Link lowered his center of gravity, his ball-handling hand slightly raised to prevent Jordan's sudden Steal.
With a "Whoosh!" Link, after a triple-threat jab step, suddenly exploded with his first step. This surprised Jordan, who thought that with only 3 points needed to win, Link, who had an excellent Three-Point Shot touch tonight, would opt for a Three-Point Shot.
After getting past the defense, Link drove hard to the basket. Jordan used a side-slide step, chasing with all his might.
Michael Jordan, half a defensive step behind Link, followed like a persistent shadow. The moment Link gathered the ball to exert force, he didn't manage to push Jordan away; at the same time, Jordan seized the opportunity when Link gathered the ball and sharply poked it.
This poke was quite accurate on the basketball, but what surprised Jordan was how strong this kid was; even many interior players would drop the ball after such a poke from him.
Link's newly acquired badge, [Clamp Handles (Bronze)], played a significant role. However, the position of the ball in his hands changed, and Link missed the layup, but fortunately, he managed to grab the Offensive Rebound in time and completed a tip-in for a score.
8 to 10!
In the next possession, whether Link made a two-point shot or a Three-Point Shot, he could end the game.
Jordan's defensive intensity once again escalated.
Even though he was 38 years old now, he still didn't want to lose to anyone.
For Link's final offense, he still didn't choose a Three-Point Shot. Dribbling to the right, he drove two steps forward, and after being blocked by Jordan, with a "Thump!" he lowered his center of gravity and made another in-and-out dribble. Jordan reacted quickly, but his body couldn't keep up at this point, and he didn't succeed in the Steal. The ball went to his left hand, but Jordan still hadn't completely lost his position. Link, with more than half a step advantage, gathered the ball and drove hard, carrying the 38-year-old Michael Jordan into the restricted area, and scored with a low-hand layup.
8 to 12!
The moment the ball went in.
Link, who was still 3 months shy of his 18th birthday, collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, sweat pouring down in streams.
Jordan's two Good Sons still wanted to continue celebrating.
But upon seeing Jordan's sharp gaze, they both lowered their heads in unison.
"Marcus, go to my room and get my golf club." Jordan said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, okay, Dad." Marcus Jordan was incredibly well-behaved at this moment.
"rookie, you won this round, let's continue." Jordan said.
"Michael, there's no rush for one-on-one. First, teach me your fadeaway jump shot..." Link said.
Jordan pondered for a few seconds.
"Alright, let's talk about the fadeaway jump shot first." Jordan said.
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At the same time, Link, who defeated Michael Jordan, not only gained 2000 Goat Points, a [Super Physique Athletic Sprint Card (One Week)], and a Random Player Action Pack.
(TN: idk why its 2000, it should be max 1500 with both options i think)
Upon opening it, he was surprised to find that it was Jordan's Fadeaway Jump Shot Action Pack.
Link immediately equipped it.
Jordan actually wasn't a very good mentor; not many people could understand what he taught.
It wasn't that he was stingy, but his talent was too high. For him, those actions that were ordinary couldn't be more ordinary, but others found them very difficult to do.
"Use your back, your legs, to feel the opponent's center of gravity..."
"Then, look at my action breakdown..."
Jordan began to explain his fadeaway jump shot.
Link, equipped with the [Michael Jordan Fadeaway Jump Shot Action Pack], naturally learned it with a single glance.
This made Jordan very satisfied, but at the same time... quite puzzled.
"Link... why is your fadeaway jump shot so choppy..."
"You know CD discs? If my CD disc is smooth and fluid, then yours is the frame-lagged version..."
Link, whose body coordination, Explosiveness, and core strength couldn't compare to Jordan's, looked like a frame-lagged Jordan when performing the fadeaway jump shot.