When Duke arrived at the training center, Oakley had already warmed up. He was wearing a training suit, wrist guards, and knee protection equipment. It was very complete, and the value was not low. It was as if it had a golden glow. Duke, who was used to being poor, was envious.
If he was killed, would the equipment drop?
Duke was like an online game player who wanted to loot a wild boss.
Although he had signed a professional contract with the team with an annual salary of more than 500,000 dollars, which did not seem low, he could only receive his first salary at the start of the new season, and he had to pay taxes.
It could be said that Duke was currently the poorest player on the team.
"Newbie, I didn't expect you to come.”
Oakley looked at Duke, who was still wearing the summer league jersey, and mocked him." Come on, let's see your strength. Are you as tough as your mouth?”
With that, he picked up the basketball and walked into the court, looking like he couldn't wait to start.
"Don't worry, I haven't warmed up yet.”
Duke casually stretched while secretly scanning Oakley from top to bottom.
D class?
According to the feedback from the system, Oakley's player rating on his interface was only D…
Duke was surprised.
Even though Oakley had not received any honors in his entire career, he was still an All-Star player. How could he only be a D-rank player?
The system didn't give an explanation, but Duke could roughly guess that Oakley's level might have been lowered due to his age and the decline in his physical functions and athletic ability.
Otherwise, why would they all be above B class?
After all, Oakley was a rookie from 1963 and 1985. He had been in the Alliance for 17 or 18 years and had already regressed to a certain extent.
In addition, a muscular man like him had relied on his physique to bully others most of his life. Once a person got old, it was indeed difficult to maintain his strength.
"Will there be any reward for defeating him?”
Duke pondered over Oakley's level and suddenly had an idea. He asked the system.
"In addition to the victory in the official competition, there is a chance to obtain the opponent's star card and ability card. If you win against any teammate, you may also obtain these.”
He had never expected that he could actually drop equipment by beating up his teammates.
Did that mean that he could also drop it if he beat Jordan up?
Thinking of this…
Duke's eyes darted around. When he looked at Oakley again, he was really looking at a wild Boss.
Oakley saw Duke's 'affectionate' gaze on him, and he had goosebumps all over his body. However, he did not suspect anything and just took it as a provocation. He sneered and patiently waited for Duke to warm up.
A few minutes later, Duke finally finished warming up after stretching and running a few laps. He walked up to Oakley in high spirits and stared down at him.
"Come on, who will attack first?"
"I'll go first!"
Oakley probably knew that his physical fitness was not enough for the young people to fight, so he wanted to seize the initiative. He did not hold back at all and slowly walked to the top arc." Newbie, you have to know how to respect the old and love the young.”
Duke didn't care. He immediately got into a defensive stance and waited for the other party to attack.
However, he was very vigilant in his heart.
Oakley was old and his bodily functions had declined, but he was still a veteran. Just in terms of experience, he could beat him.
If he was not careful, he might fall into the trap.
Oakley didn't waste any time and charged forward with the ball.
However, his aged footsteps could not allow him to break free from Duke's defense, so he chose to face his opponent head-on. He wanted to use this collision to create a space for him to attack.
However, he had underestimated Duke's strength.
Not only did this collision not affect Duke, but it also knocked him off his feet. He staggered and couldn't control his body, so he took a few more steps.
When he steadied himself and held the ball with both hands, he realized that he had broken the rules.
He blushed and threw the ball to Duke. He pretended to be calm and said,""I've thought about it, you should attack first.”
"I know how to respect the old and love the young.”
Haha!
Duke laughed to himself. He did not expose Oakley's stubbornness and immediately started fighting after receiving the ball.
From that collision, he realized that the other party was really old. Even the strength he relied on to survive was not enough for him to fight.
Therefore, he didn't hold back at all and charged forward with the ball.
His dribbling skills were not very good, barely passing, but it was enough to deal with Oakley.
He dribbled to the basket in two or three steps, squeezed past Oakley's defense, and made a dunk.
Oakley had already tried his best to defend himself, but there was a huge difference in strength and height. He could only wear the Mask of Pain.
The first goal was easily scored, and Duke came again for the second goal.
This time, it was like a bulldozer, forcing Oakley to retreat. In a few moves, he reached the bottom of the basket again. Then, he turned around, jumped up, and successfully dunked again.
On the third, fourth, and fifth balls, Duke used simple and crude methods. He either attacked Oakley head-on or crushed him with his strength. In short, he wanted to bully his old and weak opponent and beat him until his face was covered in dirt.
His height, arm span, and strength completely surpassed the other party. He quickly did a 5:0, shaved Oakley's head.
Oakley's expression was very interesting as he watched the last ball being knocked into the basket and rolled out of the boundary.
He lost just like that?
He looked at Duke in disbelief. He had wanted to show Duke his strength, but he had been killed after crossing the tower.
In this scene, he was like a clown who was sending his head away from a thousand miles away.
He recalled the previous scenes of the opponent's goal and roughly understood why Jordan had signed such a rookie in the second round.
It was no wonder Michael would pick a kid with no competition experience…
This strength, coupled with his height, was simply a monster.
Duke acted as if he didn't see the complicated expression on his face. He pretended to pick up the ball, but in fact, he almost laughed out loud.
F * ck, there was indeed a harvest!
After he scored the last goal, he clearly heard the system's notification. He opened it and saw Oakley's skill card. It was shining brightly.
It was a backboard skill card, grade-S.
Attacking a teammate could really drop equipment.
Duke really wanted to kiss the system.
You're too f * cking funny!
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