Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1802 - 1803: Begging for Forgiveness

The shot Yang Fei took this ti was practically a super long-distance three-pointer.

The most unbelievable thing was that this guy seed not to have aid at the basket at all and just threw the ball in.

Moreover, everyone could see that this guy didn't know how to play basketball at all.

The shot he made didn't have any professional technique, nor any parabolic arc.

He just threw it straight, but it happened to land right into the basket.

A few seconds later, everyone on the court snapped back to reality and began to chatter.

"This kid's luck is extraordinary. Was that a lucky shot?"

"A blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse, that's all. This guy is a basketball rookie, didn't you notice?"

"For so reason, I have a bad feeling again. Do you guys rember how this guy played pool?"

...

Ouyang Ping watched Yang Fei, his temples throbbing.

This guy, who looked utterly confused, seed born to be Ouyang Ping's nesis.

This guy accidentally won against him in pool, but could he also win against Zhao Kuang?

Zhao Kuang took a deep breath to suppress his inner panic.

He then passed the ball to Yang Fei, preparing to defend.

"It's your turn to attack in the second round."

Yang Fei weighed the basketball in his hands and gave a mischievous smile.

"Then get ready to be crushed, because in front of , you can only be a loser."

Zhao Kuang kept a poker face and lowered his eyelids.

"Less talk, more action. Just play."

The second round was a crucial one.

If Yang Fei could win the second round, the ga wouldn't need to go on.

If Zhao Kuang could manage to pull one back, there was hope to defeat Yang Fei.

Everyone beca tense.

This ga not only concerned Ouyang Ping's dignity but also the destination of a 500,000-yuan wager.

The match began.

Yang Fei's form flickered as he dribbled straight in.

Zhao Kuang imdiately spread his arms and blocked in front of Yang Fei.

However, right then and there, Yang Fei initiated the Yu Step, swiftly maneuvering past Zhao Kuang's eyes.

Zhao Kuang, with his abundant experience in real matches, almost instinctively stepped back to block Yang Fei's path.

A top-tier basketball player is not only good at offense but must excel in defense as well.

Zhao Kuang undoubtedly embodied this principle to the extre.

However, with one block, he missed again.

Zhao Kuang only saw a blur of motion, and Yang Fei appeared at his nine o'clock direction.

In front of Yang Fei was the basketball hoop.

Zhao Kuang felt a chill in his heart and, regardless of danger, lunged forward.

He was resolved in this round.

He was determined to win, even at the risk of committing a foul.

However, just as he was about to grab Yang Fei's waist, Yang Fei's feet traced a swift arc.

To his surprise, Yang Fei turned up behind Zhao Kuang.

Zhao Kuang couldn't stop his montum and charged forward.

Behind Zhao Kuang, Yang Fei vaulted up like a flying bird.

He perford an axe-style dunk, slamming the ball hard into the basket.

Behind Yang Fei, the surrounding students all gaped.

Then with a roar, they started buzzing with conversation.

"I didn't expect that he was actually a master in disguise, amazing!"

"The axe-style dunk was absolutely aweso!"

"I dare say, even NBA superstars couldn't do better."

"How did he get past Zhao Kuang? I didn't see it clearly, and now I feel a little dizzy."

...

Zhao Kuang, who had charged forward, halted his steps.

Yet, the whole of him seed frozen in place, standing there motionless.

Zhao Kuang turned around, his face etched with defeat.

He had never seen such a magical footwork: dreamlike, like smoke and mist.

It was almost akin to the legendary Lingbo Microstep.

Yang Fei, airborne, hung onto the rim, then gracefully landed.

He winked at Zhao Chong with a mischievous grin.

"So, are you convinced now?"

Zhao Kuang closed his eyes, replaying the scene of Yang Fei's shot in his mind.

He realized that even another try, he wouldn't be able to stop this guy.

Zhao Kuang couldn't help but take a deep breath and lowered his head in defeat.

"You win!"

He said, his eyes burning with determination.

"Clearly, your basketball skills aren't exactly refined."

"But I can assure you, if you decide to play, even those NBA superstars might find it hard to compete with you."

At this, Zhao Kuang extended his hand to Yang Fei.

"So, I sincerely invite you to join our team."

Yang Fei shook his head, his face full of mischief.

"I'm just playing around. We'll talk about joining the team later."

With that, Yang Fei no longer paid attention to Zhao Kuang and walked straight toward Ouyang Ping.

"So, Young Master Ouyang, where's my 500,000?"

Seeing him approaching, Ouyang Ping began trembling all over.

This guy was practically Ouyang Ping's nesis.

Lost 500,000 in a pool bet to him this morning, and now another 500,000 lost, how could life go on?

Seeing Ouyang Ping standing there, dumbfounded, without any intention to pay up.

Yang Fei raised an eyebrow: "What? You want to renege on your debt again?"

He said, as he slightly clenched his fist.

The knuckle joint crackled with a teeth-chilling sound.

Ouyang Ping shivered, quickly took out his phone.

"Don't get physical, I admit defeat, I'll transfer the money right away."

A few minutes later, Yang Fei received the 500,000yuan transfer from Ouyang Ping and laughed heartily with satisfaction.

This bit of money was nothing to Yang Fei.

But seeing Ouyang Ping's face as if he had eaten sothing foul, he inexplicably felt delighted inside.

Even if Ouyang Ping didn't care much about money, a whole million still made him feel like he was cutting flesh.

Ouyang Ping, with a pained expression, holding back his grief, looked at Yang Fei with a pleading face.

"Can I leave now?"

Yang Fei looked at Ouyang Ping and shook his head: "No."

Ouyang Ping's heart sank into the ice pit, his voice carrying a sobbing tone.

"Why?"

Yang Fei glanced at the side of the basketball court.

Several injured students from the School of Electronic and chanical Engineering stood by, watching.

Yang Fei looked at Ouyang Ping coldly.

"You injured people without apologizing or compensating dical expenses, where's the justice in that?"

At this, Yang Fei rubbed his hands together.

"Think carefully, now you've got two choices."

"Either I cripple you, or you apologize and pay the dical bills."

Ouyang Ping was utterly terrified of Yang Fei.

He walked respectfully to the injured students, bowed deeply, and apologized.

"Dear students, I'm wholly to bla for everything, I beg for your forgiveness."

He said, glancing sideways at Yang Fei, his voice trembling.

"Otherwise, Su Chen might break my leg, and you wouldn't want him to make a mistake, would you?"

Normally, Ouyang Ping wouldn't even consider bowing to these people.

But under Yang Fei's pressure, he had no choice but to concede.

The injured students of the Electronic and chanical Engineering departnt, seeing Yang Fei thrash Ouyang Ping, felt gratified.

The resentnt of being hit subsided considerably.

Qin Haoran looked at Yang Fei, a face full of gratitude.

"Alright, you can go. We forgive you."

"Don't misunderstand, we just don't want Su Chen to make a mistake because of soone like you."

Ouyang Ping, as if granted amnesty, nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, fellow students, please take your ti healing, all expenses will be covered by ."

With that, Ouyang Ping gathered his lackeys and left dejectedly.