Duke didn't say anything either. He directly blocked Oakley's attack under the basket and assumed a defensive stance.
What he needed to do now was to train his blocking ability, to train the S grade blocking cards that dropped from Mutombo.
Perhaps it was because of his old age, Uncle Mu, who had ten years of professional experience and many honors, was only rated as a C class by the system.
However, when he defeated his opponent, he dropped an S grade blocked card…
He had to admit that the system was really amazing!
Now, he could not wait to improve himself.
In the evening, Duke, who had just finished a day of training, was suddenly summoned by Jordan.
Looking at him leaving in confusion, Oakley let out a wail and sat down, panting like a bull.
"This kid, just tangling with him is going to take my old life. His strength is simply a monster.”
Stackhouse was even more tired than him.
His physical fitness might be better than Duke's, but as an offensive player, he needed to spend more energy and more physical strength to attack the basket.
Duke, on the other hand, only needed to guard the basket. Just standing there was a kind of pressure, forcing Stackhouse to use various techniques to open up space.
Therefore, even though Duke's stamina was slightly weaker than the two of them, he could still last a long time.
However, that wasn't important. Stackhouse was more concerned about Duke's rapidly improving defensive ability.
At first, he was able to rely on his ample physical strength to transform into a fierce impact force, avoid Duke in various ways, and throw the ball into the hoop.
Twenty minutes later, the difficulty of his attack became greater and greater, and he was getting more and more out of his comfortable position. As a result, his accuracy rate plummeted.
It was obvious that Duke's defense had improved. His big hands were like snakes and dragons, covering the top of his basketball at all times.
The number of times he was blocked by Duke increased, and the number of times he was blocked increased. In the end, Stackhouse had to use all his skills to score under Duke's cover.
Duke certainly couldn't defend against all the goals, but the tricky part was that his physical fitness was too good. His long arms were Stackhouse's nightmare.
Even after he left, Stackhouse still had lingering fears.
Duke had left a huge psychological scar on him.
"Of course he's a monster!"
" That speed of improvement," Stackhouse said hatefully." It's like a computer is installed on him. He keeps improving and absorbing experience."”
"At this moment, my sky is still filled with the shadows of his hands.”
"Haha!" Oakley laughed gloatingly.
In the next ten minutes or so, Duke made Stackhouse suffer. In more than ten offensive rounds, he only scored one goal. The rest were almost blocked.
Not only was Duke physically strong, but his terrifying speed and explosive power also supported his attacks.
If he had more time, Stackhouse would probably have taken a detour when he saw him.
"I don't want to play anymore."
Stackhouse didn't want to wait for that day at all. He didn't want to be a sparring partner in just one afternoon.
He was afraid that he would be affected in future games and did not dare to attack the basket.
"Michael, you were looking for me?"
Duke walked into Collins 'office and glanced at Jordan, who was sitting in front of the manager's desk.
"Have a seat."
When Jordan saw him, he stood up and greeted him with a smile.
Duke sat down and waited for an answer in confusion. The next second, Jordan took out a business card and handed it to him.
"These businesses are inviting you to endorse their products.”
"Endorsements?" Duke instantly understood.
He began to flip through the thick business card in his hand, feeling a little excited.
If someone wanted him to be the spokesperson, it meant that he was really popular.
He had performed well in three consecutive games, and the league had repeatedly praised him. Coupled with the attention of the prodigies themselves, he was no longer the nameless rookie from the Xia United era.
Not only was he popular, but he was also interested in the market behind him.
After all, Duke and Big Yao came from the same country. After the latter was selected as the top scorer, it caused a huge sensation in both countries.
After three games in the new season, Duke's popularity and attention had faintly surpassed Big Yao's.
If Big Yao hadn't become famous at a young age and established his popularity in the country early on, Duke would have surpassed him in the first game.
However, it was only a matter of time before he surpassed Big Yao.
Other than his dazzling debut, Big Yao's performance in the next three games was hardly qualified.
In the second game, in the Rockets 'game against the Nuggets, he only got two points and seven rickets. He took five shots and only scored one goal.
In the third game, against the Raptors, Big Yao improved. He scored four out of seven shots and got eight points and four rebounding.
The three games looked like a gratifying scene of improvement, but compared to Duke's three games, it was nothing.
If Big Yao wanted to adapt to the rhythm of the NBA, he would need some time to play more games.
At this time, although Duke was only on par with Big Yao, he was still a rare commodity. Various merchants wanted to take advantage of his low value to sign him and make a fortune.
Duke flipped through the pages for a minute or two, but Jordan only smiled at him and said,""Since you don't have an agent yet, those businesses can only find the team and me.”
With that, he shrugged and said,"You should find a manager. I don't want to be bothered by them all the time.”
Duke didn't say anything. After quietly browsing through all the business cards, he returned them to Jordan and said very calmly,""Michael, please help me reject them.”
"Oh? Why?"
Jordan didn't seem surprised. He just smiled.
"I don't want to be troubled by these things yet. I don't want to be distracted.”Duke acted like a gentleman and said confidently,"I just want to play basketball and play seriously.”
"Victory is what I want to pursue.”
Are you trying to fool me?
Jordan had long seen through Duke's heart. This kid was putting on an act, acting like he didn't like money, but wasn't he just complaining that the price was too low?
However, he was too lazy to expose her. Instead, he smiled faintly and said,"Alright, then train seriously and prepare for the competition.”
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