In the stands, the students who came to watch the game were booing wildly.

Most of those who came to watch the game today wanted to see the true face of this little emperor.

How domineering a person must be to deserve a nickname like emperor.

And it only took Li Ang less than half a game to prove that this nickname is a perfect match for him.

No, the nickname "Little Emperor" doesn't even reflect Li Ang's dominance.

This is not a little emperor, this is clearly a tyrant, the tyrant of Cleveland!

If we talk about the last game, Li Ang seized the opportunity to show his ability in basketball.

So today, Li Ang fully demonstrated his extremely high attainments in martial arts.

Playing basketball, you can beat the basketball genius Francis.

If you play fighting game, you can defeat Artest, the violent beast.

No matter what style of play he plays, whether he plays with the ball or without the ball, from the front or from behind, Li Ang is the wildest side of the Buffaloes.

Redefine the all-around superstar!

He is indeed a man who can't even control Oakley.

After such a big conflict occurred on the spot, it was naturally impossible for the coaches of both sides to continue the game.

After all, this is just a warm-up match. If a player is injured due to a fight, it will be more of a loss than a gain.

Fraschilli has finally seen the fighting power of Oakley's disciples. If he continues to fight with such people, he is afraid that the team will have to take an ambulance back to New York.

and......

Damn it, my general has disappeared without a trace, and he keeps beating me up!

After the game was stopped urgently, Fraschilli greeted Karl Lao and quickly left the arena with the players.

Suddenly, there was a wave of shouting outside the arena: "Taizi, come out, hide yourself, go home!"

In the arena, deafening cheers erupted.

"We actually beat away the first-level league teams, we beat away the first-level league teams! Li Ang yyds! Long live the tyrant!"

The thunderous applause lasted for a long time, and those who didn't know it thought the Buffaloes had won.

Oh, from a certain perspective, it seems that we have indeed won.

Nothing wrong!

"Li, are you okay?"

Seeing the St. John's University players leaving the arena, Old Karl hurriedly came to confirm Li Ang's condition.

The force that Artest knocked over Li Ang just now was quite powerful.

Facing the concern from his coach and teammates, Li Ang just shook his head.

"I'm fine, it's just a little scratch. Oh, I just didn't apply it properly."

Li Ang sighed. He just threw Artest on his back, but he didn't perform at 100% of his level.

Because my current body, flexibility, and coordination have not yet reached the level of my boxer days.

Therefore, the power of that fall was not maximized.

If Li Ang showed his full ability at that moment, Artest wouldn't be able to escape at all.

The tyrant at this time is not yet in his final form.

It seems that I have to find time to find someone to practice yoga.

"No...I didn't fight well..." The corner of Old Carl's mouth twitched, it was like this even though he didn't fight well. After fighting well, he couldn't eat directly.

Li Ang, are you talking in human language?

But it's good that everyone is fine, and fortunately it didn't cause a bigger accident today.

Old Karl waved his hand, indicating that everyone should go back to rest, and he was going back to the office to report the situation to Oakley.

At this time, on the Red Storm team bus, Artest began to habitually smash things to vent his anger.

"Fuck, fuck, damn bastard, he attacked me from behind! If we were facing one on one, would I be thrown by him?

If we are one-on-one, even if I lie down on the technical platform and let him throw me, or if I let him throw me with my eyes closed, he will not dare to touch me!"

Fraschilli looked at the furious Taizi and shook his head, "Why don't you hold back your words!"

A bunch of people just found you in the grass with a lot of effort, how can you be so embarrassed?

The most outrageous thing was that when he found Artest, he shamelessly told everyone: "Run? I'm just a little hot and wanted to come out and buy drinks for everyone."

You’ve been thinking this way for a long time, but you’re still pretending to be like this. Why don’t you have a beep number in your heart?

In the arena, the Bison players began to slowly walk to the locker room.

But Li Ang still stood there, looking in the direction of the arena door, clenching his fists.

"Let's go, Brother Li. This guy has already run away. What are you looking for? It's okay. If you don't perform well, try to perform better next time. Go to the locker room, take off your clothes, and let me know if you are still injured."

Hampton thought that Leon was unwilling to give up on Artest because he was not satisfied with the fight.

Unexpectedly, Li Ang spit out: "We... are still far behind, fuck!"

"What?"

"Compared with the NCAA Division I teams, we are still far behind, Joe."

Li Ang was indeed unwilling to give in, but this unwillingness was not just because he did not show his 100% strength in the fight.

Having said that, what happened just now can't be called a fight.

It's called a fight if it's a back-and-forth fight.

This kind of defeating the enemy with one move, Li Ang prefers to call it a beating.

Taizi was beaten by Li Ang when he was in college, and in the NBA he was beaten by Li Ang's senior brother Ben.

He can simply be called the number one European king in basketball.

Although this game did not even finish half the time, it allowed Li Ang to see the gap between himself and the first-level league.

Maybe in njcaa, my strength is unmatched.

As long as he wants, he can get rebounds in a four-man siege like he did in the last game, make a second attack, and break through the opponent's defense at the basket.

But facing an NCAA team and a defensive champion like Artest, it was difficult for Li Ang to help the team gain an advantage.

Before the hanging incident, the Bison had only scored one goal in a sports game.

If the game continues, the score will definitely be terrible.

Since acquiring the basketball system, Li Ang has never suffered a loss whether in the Oakley training camp or with the Bisons.

Today, it was the first time that Li Ang experienced frustration on the basketball court.

No matter in his previous life or now, Li Ang hates failure.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing that Li Ang was so disappointed, Hampton was a little confused.

The gap between the NJCAA team and the NCAA team is too big. Isn't this normal?

It's like you drive a broken AE86, but you still want to climb a tree?

but......

Some people are like this, no matter who their opponent is, they always want to be the winner.

Hampton gradually discovered that Leon was favored by Oakley not just because he could play.

At this time, in the head coach's office, Karl Sr. dialed Oakley's phone.

As soon as the call was connected, Oakley couldn't wait to ask: "Is the game over? Tell me, Karl, what interesting things happened in this game, and how did Li Ang perform?"

"Interesting thing? It's so interesting. Leon and Ron Artest, they were fighting on the court!"

Old Carl responded deliberately in a harsh tone.

"This... actually started a fight, is it true? Well... did Li Ang win? Is there any video!?"

Old Carl:???

No...why do you feel that your focus is not quite right?

Moreover, you actually have to videotape such a hand-to-hand fight while riding a horse?

Bah! Disgusting! I turned off the light!

"Li Ang won the battle and defeated the enemy with one move. But our match was miserable. If the match had continued normally, I think we might have been defeated."

"You mean, Li Ang didn't flinch at all when facing Artest, and even defeated the enemy with one move? What a pity, what a pity I wasn't there! Oh, what a pity!"

Good guy, old Carl calls him good guy.

Oakley didn't care at all whether the game was going well or not, but he couldn't do anything without saying a few words about the fight.
To be continued...