Yang Ming's scoring performance could not be stopped at all. When he returned from the second quarter, he once again strengthened his personal offense. As long as the ball was in his hand, he was bound to score.
Owharton was completely crushed by him.
Just like in the first quarter, the former became a sieve that was leaking air everywhere in the later part of the game. Yang Ming was crazily cutting points above his head, showing off his talent and offensive talent.
Ovton couldn't defend at all. Even if he blocked crazily, he was easily resolved by him, and even lost five or six fouls.
At the end of the half, Yang Ming made 10 out of 15 shots, 2 out of 5 three-pointers, 8 out of 12 free throws, and scored another 30 points.
The first and second periods both had thirty points. It was such a coincidence, and it was so brutal.
O'Wharton, who had returned to the sidelines to rest, was dispirited. If it weren't for the ten fouls in the summer league, he probably wouldn't have lasted more than half a quarter and would have been knocked off the field.
In front of Yang Ming, he was like a clown who was full of mistakes and had a bad performance. He was pressed to the ground and rubbed by Yang Ming, and he was beaten until he had no temper.
The fans were all stunned.
Yang Ming raised his hand and swung his sword in half a day, scoring 60 points. He was simply inhuman.
They had never seen such a brutal and outstanding fellow.
If this were to happen in the regular season, it would definitely cause a global sensation.
But even if it was in the summer league, it was still shocking enough.
They were deeply attracted by Yang Ming's wanton display of his talent and his incisive display of his offensive talent. They were mesmerized and satisfied.
Yang Ming, who was on the sidelines, did nothing but drink water, but everyone still stood up and applauded him involuntarily.
They were only here to watch the top scorer's match today. Who knew that such a monster would appear? It completely overturned their imaginations.
It was too terrifying!
He scored 60 points in the first half, made 22 out of 31 shots, made six three-pointers, and scored 10 free throws. His efficiency was frighteningly high.
No matter how low the intensity of the Summer League was, it was still an official competition. How could a rookie be so strong?
If this was in the past, other rookies who scored 20 to 30 points in a single match would have been worthy of being written up and reported wantonly.
But, good lord, you might as well score 60 points in the first half. Who would believe it if this spread?
Not even Jordan?
Definitely, but he wouldn't come.
"This No. 1 Knicks player is too strong. This is the first time I've seen such a strong rookie!”
"He's just a high school student? Oh my god, even if you told me that he was played by Jordan, I would believe it.”
"Hurry up and ask if he's Michael's character. Dressed as a newbie to play with us?”
"He looks like a Chinese. It's hard to imagine that a Chinese can perform so well and possess such terrifying strength.”
"Isn't he the top scorer? Allen Iverson was completely crushed by him.”
"Yes, Iverson only got 35 points, but he used 30 shots. He, on the other hand, scored 60 points in 31 shots. It seemed that he was really more like the top scorer.”
"It's too scary. In front of him, this year's top scorer is like a firefly next to the bright moon. He's so inconspicuous and overshadowed.”
Iverson's face was so dark that it looked like it was about to drip water.
He was really crushed tonight. Yang Ming's crazy individual scoring performance was something he couldn't catch up to even if he tried his best. He didn't hesitate to use his physical strength to strengthen his offense, but in exchange, he got even lower efficiency. He scored 19 points in the second quarter, but he used 16 shots. Compared to Yang Ming, his efficiency was so low that it was outrageous.
35 points might have been good enough in the past, but in front of Yang Ming, who scored 60 points in the first half, it was nothing.
The two of them didn't seem to be on the same level, which made his score lose too much color.
Who was this guy?
Iverson glanced at Yang Ming and fell silent.
He admitted that his opponent had unparalleled talent, and also admitted that his offensive ability was much better than his own. With the combination of the two, coupled with his explosive state, it was not surprising that he could suppress him.
However, that guy was clearly so nameless before, and no one knew about his existence.
It was unbelievable that such a huge amount of energy had suddenly erupted.
This was supposed to be his debut. As long as he performed well, it would be his best proof that he was worthy of being the top scorer.
However, even if he scored a good 35 points, he couldn't match the 60 points in the first half.
He could totally imagine that after today, Yang Ming would definitely cause a storm.
Who was the real top scorer?
He had even thought of a theme.
Perhaps it was because Don Cheney thought that Yang Ming's performance was good enough, that he had completely seen what the other team had, or that he needed more time to observe the others, he did not give the other team another minute of playing time in the second half.
In the later stages of the competition, in order to express his love and importance for Yang Ming, he deliberately walked up to the latter, patted his shoulder, and smiled with relief. He praised,"You did well. You completely displayed your own things.”
"Thank you, Dunn!"
Yang Ming responded with a smile. Even if he scored such a high score in the first half of the game, it did not cause any waves in his heart. His face was always very calm.
Not arrogant or impatient, very good!
Don Cheney was even more pleased to see him so nonchalant.
Although Yang Ming did not play in the second half, the opposing coach would not treat Iverson like this. As if to save face for the team's future core, the latter continued to play in the third quarter.
Iverson didn't let him down. He scored 7 out of 14 shots in the third quarter and scored 17 points. After accumulating his personal score to 52 points, he retired successfully.
52:60
It did not look too inferior.
However, the fans at the scene knew that 52 points took three quarters, and 60 points was only half a game.
It was obvious who was higher and who was lower.
After the game ended, Iverson, who had left with his teammates and coach, looked at Yang Ming seriously, burning with fighting spirit.
We'll continue the competition in the next round.
Yang Ming didn't see the look in his eyes. Instead, he was escorted away from the scene by his teammates.
In this game, he had almost established his position on the team, and the rest of the team was completely convinced by him.
Even though the summer league required them to do everything they could to win an NBA contract, they didn't think they could play it down like Yang Ming, scoring 60 points in a half-court.
They couldn't do it, so they respected those who could.
(Chapter 4, there are still two more chapters to come. I hope that my brothers will support me a lot. Send me all the flower reviews!)）
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