Tang Tian put away his phone after reading it.

In fact, this kind of swaying striker is the most common type in the United States, but because of the many, the competition is very large, and it is normal not to enter the NBA.

To defend, Tang Tian can definitely defend him, but if he wants to attack, except for three points, his other level that is barely even the NCAA is probably difficult to score in front of Foster.

If he really wants to fight alone, he has to find a rule that suits him.

The one-on-one challenge on the field continued. As Tang Tian expected, this tank was no match for Foster at all.

Even the confrontation that he seemed to have a more dominant position was completely invincible in front of Foster.

In the end, 5 to 0, he was easily fucked, and Foster got another hundred dollars.

"Is there anyone else?" Foster then shouted to the crowd.

This time no one dared to go up again.

Although streetball players are relatively free and casual, this one-on-one challenge is linked to money, and no one will think that there is too much money.

Foster shouted for a while, but when he saw that no one was on the way, he pouted and spread his hands and shook his head.

Tang Tian walked out at this time.

When I saw someone standing up, whistles and cheers suddenly sounded at the scene.

Although both street courts and campus basketball are basketballs, they have little interaction with each other because of their different pursuits. Although Tang Tian is doing well in the NCAA, no one here knows him.

Even though they didn't know him, they cheered for his courage.

"Are you coming?" Foster's eyes flashed with contempt when he saw that it was a yellow man.

In the basketball sport, yellow people have always been the most vulnerable group due to their physical talent. Take the NBA for example, there is never a shortage of outstanding whites and blacks, but yellow people really think they count too much by counting their fingers.

So Foster's reaction was completely reasonable. Even when he asked, the inside player was a little disdainful of fighting Tang Tian alone.

"I think your offense is a bit bad." Tang Tian did not answer Foster directly, but said directly.

When he spoke, the sidelines suddenly started to cheer.

Streetball advocates freedom and high-profile. Not to mention Tang Tian’s strength, he is very streetball in his way of speaking with high-profile.

Foster thought he had heard it wrong, so he looked at Tang Tian with a smile. After seeing that he didn't look like he was joking, his smile slowly disappeared.

"I think if I defend five goals, you can't even score any of them." Tang Tian said calmly.

This time, a whistle suddenly broke out on the sidelines.

This is no longer high-profile, it is simply a show-off! And it is a forced one.

Someone below was whispering, wanting to know what Tang Tian came from, but no one knew, and the only information he got was that this was a newcomer.

The final consensus conclusion was that Tang Tian was a ignorant boy.

However, they also like to watch such young boys. The bigger they say, the more miserable they will be tortured by Foster later.

"Then come on." Foster was obviously a little angry, and didn't say much nonsense, and went straight to the three-point line.

"Wait a minute, the price has not been negotiated yet." Tang Tian continued.

"How do you want to play?" Foster asked patiently.

Tang Tian stretched out five fingers.

"$50 inning?"

Tang Tian shook his head.

"Boy, are you playing tricks on me? I want to play $5, go away, I don't have time to play such low-end games with you." Foster put away his posture and lost his interest.

His value on the street court is here, and he can't play such a $5 game.

There were also a burst of cheers on the sidelines. They didn't expect that Tang Tian would start to speak so loudly, but in the end they became timid.

"No." Tang Tian shook his head.

"It's $500," he continued.

After he finished speaking, the noisy crowd around him suddenly became quiet.

$500!

In the street court singles, 100 is an absolutely high-end game. Even in New York, where street ball culture originates, it is not as high as $500, because the price can be played in commercial games a little further.

Commercial competitions have insurance clauses. If you can play commercial competitions, who will risk getting injured to play such a one-on-one challenge?

Foster hesitated, $500 is not a small amount for him, and he has never played it before.

"Aren't you afraid?" Tang Tian asked back when he saw Foster's reaction.

He was really afraid that he would scare Foster away if he said too much, and if he did that, he would lose a lot.

I was scared, and when the word came out, Foster's expression changed obviously.

Tang Tian first made a bunch of big talk, and then offered such an incredible price. Now he asked him if he was afraid. This is equivalent to putting him on the fire step by step. If he doesn't agree, it is equivalent to admitting that he is cowardly.

As a streetball player, being timid is the most shameful thing, and it will be difficult to get through again in the future.

"What the hell are you here for?" Foster asked looking at him.

"Me? I'm here to make money." Tang Tian replied.

After he finished speaking, there were more whistles on the sidelines and louder cheers.

This is really too arrogant. If it were them, they would have killed Tang Tian!

"Okay, I accept it." Foster said coldly.

He has been staying on the street court for so long, and he has never seen a person like Tang Tian.

Although he hasn't played professional games for a while, he is in good health and is still preparing to go to the NBA Summer League this summer to try his luck. If he wants to win him, unless he is an NBA-level player.

But how could NBA-level players appear in such places? And they also say they are going to make money.

Those who can play in the NBA don’t look down on such small money at all.

Even if the opponent is a young player from other professional leagues, he will not be able to score a single goal with five goals.

Seeing Foster agreeing, Tang Tian picked up the ball from the sidelines, moved the joints a little, and then threw the ball to Foster.

"Come on." He said as he put on a defensive posture.

Seeing that the fight was really going to start, the fans at the scene were all calm and looked at the field intently.

They were really curious about what made Tang Tian so arrogant.

"Professor, someone is playing 500 innings over there." On a nearby field, someone ran to the sidelines and said to a hooded man.

"500? Who is it?" The man was also a little surprised.

"One is a killer, the other doesn't know him, he is a yellow man," explained the person.

The hooded man was even more surprised. Killer knew that if a player with a very close strength to the NBA, there would be a yellow man who would challenge him? And it was a game of $500, which is really unheard of.

He nodded, and then went to the next court with the visitor.
Chapter completed!