The God-level Steal in Sports Chapter 045

At this moment, Michael Russell no longer had the patience he displayed in the first two quarters. In his opinion, Zhou Feng was just putting on a brave face by playing in the third quarter. Since that was the case, there was no need to continue with the war of attrition tactic; it was time to crush Zhou Feng.

“Whoosh!”

Exhaling the pent-up frustration from the past two quarters, Michael Russell’s expression gradually became serious as he looked intently at Zhou Feng.

It was Guangdong team’s turn to attack, and Michael Russell subtly breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, he didn’t want to directly face Zhou Feng’s offense because it was simply impossible to defend against.

“This time, I’m going to get back the failed offenses from the first two quarters!”

“His stamina isn’t much; he shouldn’t last long.”

Michael Russell’s mind was racing, considering all sorts of possibilities. Since Zhou Feng was still trying to tough it out, he would expose him and get him off the court.

In the first two quarters, Michael Russell had already realized the terrifying strength of Zhou Feng. In his heart, he already believed he was inferior to Zhou Feng, but now it was different. Zhou Feng had no stamina left, and it was his chance to counterattack.

At least, Michael Russell believed Zhou Feng was just pretending to be fine.

After receiving the ball, Michael Russell took a slight breath, his gaze once again focused on Zhou Feng. He wanted to regain the face he lost in the previous two quarters and planned to directly break past Zhou Feng.

“Thump… thump… thump.”

His thoughts racing, Michael Russell dribbled the ball and quickly ran forward. His speed was even faster than in the first two quarters, and his dribbling frequency had also increased significantly, making his offense appear sharper.

He stopped abruptly in front of Zhou Feng, attempting a spin move to get past him.

“Beautiful, handsome!”

“Very standard!”

“This crossover is pleasing to the eye!”

“This must be Michael Russell’s true breakthrough level!”

…

The spectators couldn’t help but show surprised expressions.

The Guangdong team’s coach also crossed his arms, a brilliant smile on his face.

“Slap!”

Zhou Feng stepped out with his right foot, his body half-rotating to create space. His right hand shot out rapidly, hitting the basketball at an incredibly clever angle.

“Uh, it was stolen!”

Michael Russell had indeed gotten past Zhou Feng, but only his body had gone through; the ball was left behind.

“Is this guy here to joke around?”

“The move was so perfect, but no ball!”

“Isn’t he ranked in the top 100 in the world? How can he be so weak?”

A chorus of voices rang out. Compared to these spectators, the pupils of some coaches and professionals constricted, and their expressions subtly changed. Zhou Feng had completed a perfect steal with minimal movement.

“Thump… thump… thump…”

Zhou Feng continued to dribble with three fingers, quickly arriving outside the three-point line.

“Swish!”

“ 3 points!”

“Clean, crisp, with no signs of fatigue.”

Because if a person is fatigued, their three-point accuracy will definitely decrease, their movement speed will slow down, and even their dribbling steps will become unsteady.

But Zhou Feng showed no such signs.

“Again!” Michael Russell refused to believe it, thinking Zhou Feng was just holding on.

“Thump… thump… thump…”

Michael Russell’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression very cautious, carefully observing every move Zhou Feng made. This time, he didn’t rashly try to break through, constantly probing.

“If you don’t come, I will!”

“What!”

No sooner had Michael Russell spoken than he saw Zhou Feng’s figure move like a phantom—fast, agile, showing no signs of fatigue whatsoever.

“Slap!”

Crisp and clear.

“Stolen!”

After the steal, Zhou Feng accelerated, shaking off Michael Russell.

“This is not lack of stamina.”

“This is not exhaustion.”

“This is not someone with stamina issues.”

“Damn… your grandpa!”

Michael Russell couldn’t help but exclaim as he watched Zhou Feng speed away.

At this speed, Michael Russell could only eat dust behind him.

“Swish!”

Another three-pointer.

…

At this moment, Michael Russell was getting agitated, his eyes bloodshot like a rabbit’s.

“Give me the ball!”

Michael Russell directly told his teammates.

During the pre-game tactical briefing, the coach had said that everything on the court would revolve around Michael Russell.

After receiving the ball, Michael Russell charged at Zhou Feng once more.

“Slap!”

“Steal!”

“Swish.”

“ 3 points!”

“Slap!”

“Still a steal!”

“Another 3 points!”

…

At this moment, it seemed like an endless loop, and the Guangdong team players were stunned.

An irrational Michael Russell repeatedly tried to break past Zhou Feng with the ball, but he was ruthlessly stolen from time and again. By the end, Michael Russell was almost in tears.

“ 101 to 69 points!”

The referee blew the whistle, signaling the end of the third quarter.

Michael Russell stared at Zhou Feng with bloodshot eyes.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“My stamina is truly fine.”

Zhou Feng didn’t even turn his head, calmly waving his hand backward.

“You!!!”