Faced with a wall of players, Zhao Yuan circled with the ball, unable to find an opening. The defensive line formed by the eight men was a layered wall, like a dense thicket of thorns, giving him no way to penetrate.
"Haha, you can't break through this time, can you?" Liu Zhu laughed smugly, completely unashamed that his side was using eight people to defend. But what could they do? The one they were up against was the ridiculously freakish Old Demon Zhao.
"Actually, you don't necessarily have to penetrate to break a packed defense, right?" Zhao Yuan said suddenly, stopping in his tracks.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Liu Zhu froze for a moment.
Zhao Yuan quickly answered with his actions. He jumped and shot. The ball traced a beautiful arc through the air and dropped into the basket with a SWISH.
A three-pointer!
It was absolutely perfect, a textbook three-pointer!
Zhao Yuan's incredible control over his strength was on full display with that shot.
