Did it really have to be this fierce?

After stealing the ball, Huang Bin immediately sprinted with it toward the basket.

He took the lead, leaving everyone else behind, staring at the rim with a smile on his face.

The surrounding cheers already indicated that everyone knew Huang Bin was about to score.

Huang Bin was thinking to himself that he should pull off a high-difficulty, flashy scoring move.

Having made up his mind, he quickly reached the three-point line and prepared for a layup.

Taking long, powerful strides, he sprinted toward the backboard, leaped high into the air, raised the basketball, and aimed for the hoop.

Right at that moment, a gust of wind swept by, and a figure flew right over his head.

To the astonishment of everyone present, Yang Fan plucked the basketball out of mid-air with one hand and landed steadily on the ground.

Stealing the ball with one hand—the posture was breathtakingly cool and utterly unbelievable.

Everyone on the scene froze, staring blankly at Yang Fan with disbelief in their eyes.

It was too fast. It was so fast that none of them could even see how Yang Fan had rushed up.

They had all assumed that Huang Bin was guaranteed to score, yet they never expected a freak of nature like Yang Fan to catch up. It was simply incredible.

One had to remember that when Huang Bin stole the ball, Yang Fan was all the way under the basket, while the former was outside the three-point line. The distance between them was massive.

Under such circumstances, even if you ran as fast as you could, you shouldn't have been able to catch up.

Yet, Yang Fan had created a miracle, putting on an unbelievable performance.

"Holy crap, is this guy even human? His leaping ability is terrifying, and his speed is insane! Even professional players don't move that fast!"

"What the hell, a one-handed steal? You can actually do that?"

"Damn, this guy is a beast!"

Once the crowd snapped out of their shock, the place erupted.

With the speed of a flying man, he had caught the thrown ball with a single hand, completing the entire sequence in one fluid motion.

He had chased all the way from the other end of the court, caught up, and even snatched the ball right out of mid-air over Huang Bin's head. It was beyond legendary.

Huang Bin was the third tallest player on the school team, standing at one meter eighty-two.

And yet, this freak Yang Fan had flown right over Huang Bin's head, which showed just how terrifying his vertical leap truly was.

"Yay! Yang Fan, you look so cool!" Liu Jingjing shrieked in excitement, her pretty little face flushed red.

When she jumped up, her chest heaved with a breathtaking, rolling motion that made people's hearts pound.

Tang Xin stared with wide eyes, completely in disbelief.

Dribbling the ball away, Yang Fan approached Gao Ziyang, tossed the ball to him, and said, "Shoot freely. I've got you covered for everything. I'm going to lead you all in crushing the school team."

Catching the ball, Gao Ziyang was bursting with excitement, his heart racing.

How could he not be excited? With someone like Yang Fan acting as their superman, did they have to worry about missing rebounds?

If he had any lingering worries before, he now felt zero pressure, confident that Yang Fan would lead them in a brutal beatdown of the varsity team.

Since Yang Fan told him to shoot without hesitation, Gao Ziyang threw caution to the wind.

Dribbling and spinning, he pulled up for a jump shot at the three-point line.

The guy who had tried to steal the ball earlier was still a split second too slow. The basketball traced an arc through the air, dropping toward the hoop.

Clang! The ball hit the rim and missed.

Now came the battle for the rebound.

Ye Chen and a few school team members surged forward, trying to box Yang Fan out.

Planting his feet, Yang Fan exploded upward, leaping so high his soles practically reached the other players' faces.

Catching the ball with both hands, Yang Fan didn't shoot; instead, he dished it out to Gao Ziyang on the wing.

Receiving the ball, Gao Ziyang wanted to shoot, but noticing a defender rushing at him, he made a split-second decision and immediately passed to another teammate on the flank.

That boy caught the ball and shot directly.

The basketball drew a flawless arc, swishing straight through the net.

As the whistle blew, two points went up on the scoreboard for Yang Fan's side.

"Nice shot, keep it up," Yang Fan said, giving a thumbs-up to the boy who scored.

Facing Yang Fan's praise, the boy beamed with excitement.

Everyone quickly dropped back to play defense.

Ye Chen's expression was somewhat dark. He hadn't expected Yang Fan's vertical to be so fierce and his speed so blinding.

Conceding the first two points left a very sour taste in his mouth.

The rest of the school team members felt utterly humiliated.

If they lost this match, they would lose all their face.

"Play properly, you hear me? We cannot lose," Ye Chen said to the four teammates around him.

The four of them nodded solemnly, their expressions grim.

Of course they couldn't afford to lose; this match was a matter of pride.

Seeing Ye Chen dribble forward on the attack, the girls on the sidelines started cheering for him.

The charm of a campus idol was undeniable; all those girls had come out just to watch him.

The four members of Gao Ziyang's group guarded the others, while Yang Fan took charge of defending Ye Chen.

Watching Ye Chen dribble toward him, Yang Fan wore a calm and relaxed expression, looking completely effortless, giving off the clear impression that he didn't take his opponent seriously at all.

Approaching Yang Fan, Ye Chen cautiously kept a certain distance, searching for an opportunity to break through.

He threw a fake to trick Yang Fan, only to find the latter completely unmovable, just watching him indifferently.

Realizing the fake wouldn't work on Yang Fan, Ye Chen had no choice but to force the attack.

He dribbled and spun, trying to shake Yang Fan, only to find nothing but empty air.

By the time he recovered, the ball had already been stolen by Yang Fan.

Stealing the ball, Yang Fan sprinted toward the basket with ferocious speed, pattering the basketball so fast that it was practically a blur.

The moment the ball was stolen, Ye Chen gave chase immediately.

Yet his speed was far too slow compared to Yang Fan's.

Dribbling all the way, Yang Fan surged forward, and a short distance before the free-throw line, he launched himself into the air.

Seeing this, the entire audience gasped in amazement, staring with wide eyes at Yang Fan suspended in mid-air.

Gripping the basketball in one hand, he delivered a ferocious, ax-like slam dunk.

Boom!

The basketball crashed through the rim and slammed heavily onto the floor, emitting a deafening roar like a clap of thunder.

"Holy crap, a free-throw line takeoff dunk? Did he really have to go that hard?" One of the male spectators blurted out a curse at Yang Fan's breathtaking dunk.

Taking off from the free-throw line to dunk—and doing it from half a meter behind the line at that.

That level of dunking was something even professional players might not be able to pull off.

And yet Yang Fan had done it, perfectly.

Those who had initially favored the school team now felt that winning this match might be a bit of a tall order.

Less than two minutes into the game, the school team hadn't scored a single point, while Yang Fan's side was already up by four.

It felt almost surreal.

From then on, Ye Chen began changing his strategy.

Though he guarded Yang Fan, he refrained from taking shots easily, choosing instead to let his teammates initiate the offense.

After all, their opponents were just freshmen, making them easier targets to score against.

Was that actually the case? The answer was a resounding no.

Standing beneath the backboard, whenever the opponents shot the ball, Yang Fan would simply leap up and swat it away or pluck it cleanly out of the air.

Witnessing this, Ye Chen and his crew felt an irresistible urge to curse.

With Yang Fan anchoring the paint, Ye Chen's side remained scoreless since the opening tip, making them depressed enough to vomit blood.

Yang Fan didn't bother shooting much himself, preferring to dish the ball to his teammates.

Although they couldn't sink every shot, by the end of the first half, they had racked up thirty-six points.

As the first half concluded, Yang Fan sat down on the sidelines to rest.

Liu Jingjing helped massage his shoulders with a radiant smile on her face.

At that moment, a bottle of water was handed out toward Yang Fan, accompanied by a girl's sweet voice: "I didn't expect to run into you here."