agt Almost everyone in the audience was stunned by Pang Long's offensive momentum.
Although most of the students present had seen this Panglong and leopard-like attack, when they saw his attack this time, they couldn't help but feel extremely surprised.
This attack was more powerful than the previous attacks.
This time, the people here really saw Pang Long's momentum.
However, when Pang Long rushed under the backboard, he suddenly stopped.
Now the people who were cheering and cheering for Pang Long suddenly stopped.
Because there were so many pairs of wide-eyed eyes, but no one saw when the basketball in Pang Long's hand had been lost.
Bang bang bang The sound produced by the contact between the basketball and the ground is so leisurely and regular, like someone beating a big drum of victory with a drumstick.
"Ah" Pang Long was shocked and turned around to look at Wang Ling standing behind him.
"ah" There was a burst of exclamation, and everyone's current state could not be described as shocked.
They felt that the person standing on the court was not a human, but a god.
There were so many people, but no one could clearly see when and how Wang Ling intercepted the basketball from Pang Long.
Before everyone could recover, Wang Ling smiled easily and threw the basketball in his hand towards Pang Long.
When the basketball hit Pang Long, Pang Long came to his senses and hurriedly caught it.
"Slam Dunk Master, don't be in a daze."
Wang Ling said, "It's time for the second time."
Wang Ling said as he stood leisurely on the three-point line.
Pang Long had beads of sweat on his forehead.
He held the ball in his hands and slowly walked towards the midline.
The hearts of Class 401 began to sink.
As soon as Pang Long returned to the center line, everyone could feel that Pang Long no longer had the confidence he had in the past.
"Ah" Pang Long shouted, hoping to boost morale and confidence through the vibration.
However, no matter how loud he shouted, he still felt that his heart was as heavy as a stone, as if this stone heart had been placed in a pool in the woods and was sinking rapidly.
Pang Long couldn't wait for his stone-hard heart to sink before attacking.
He had to hold his last breath and launch an attack.
Bang bang bang Pang Long slapped the basketball in his hand and launched his second attack.
This time, Pang Long broke through from the left side of Wang Ling, holding the basketball in his hands to protect his abdomen, using his thick body to keep Wang Ling and the basketball far away.
He no longer had any intention of hitting anyone, and just wanted to use his skillful basketball skills to play tricks in order to break through Wang Ling's defense and rush to the basket.
I have to admit that under the great psychological pressure of Pang Long, he can still think of such tactics, which is already his extremely excellent performance on the basketball court.
If it were an ordinary person, he might still be able to let go of his hand.
However, what he is facing now is not ordinary people, but people possessed by ghosts.
Wang Ling still acted extremely relaxed.
Pang Long rushed to Wang Ling's side, protected him with his body, dribbled and passed.
Pang Long simply felt that this was a desperate attempt.
Finally, he felt that he had passed Wang Ling's defense line.
Seeing the basket right in front of him, Pang Long made a three-step layup.
Seeing the majestic momentum of his slam dunk master, his whole body flew up.
He held the basketball in both hands and dunked it toward the basket.
"Okay!"
The students in Class 401, who are quick-tongued, have already shouted. call out A gust of wind blew past Pang Long's ears, as if a shadow flashed, his arms relaxed, and the basketball was dragged away from the top of the basket like a monkey stealing a peach.
Pang Long landed on his feet and fell down.
But Wang Ling stood firmly on the ground under the basket, holding the basketball in his hand.
There was still no one cheering on the entire basketball court.
Those onlookers seemed to have suddenly turned into stone men.
They just stared at the vicissitudes of life in front of them with stiff eyes, but made no sound or movement.
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Wei Ming, who was standing next to the backboard stand, was also stunned.
Even he might not have this ability.
"Hey, is this all you have?"
Wang Ling said to Pang Long who was lying on the ground with a smile.
Pang Long got up, sweating profusely.
He no longer knew how to talk to Wang Ling, and his eyes revealed unprecedented fear.
"Three balls, let's do it again."
Wang Ling straightened his arm and handed the ball to Pang Long.
Pang Long struggled to stand up, but for some reason, his legs didn't seem to obey him.
The body like a monumental tower was about to stand up, but suddenly fell down again, as if the monumental tower could not withstand the erosion of the years and collapsed suddenly.
"Master Long, come on!"
Someone in Class 401 finally raised his arms and shouted.
"Master Long, come on, Master Long, come on" all the people in Class 401 started to raise their arms and shout.
On the basketball court, Pang Long is their god.
If Pang Long loses to Wang Ling today, then the gods in their hearts will collapse.
From now on, the boys in Class 401 will no longer have anything to be proud of.
Pang Long's failure on the basketball court not only represents him, but also represents their entire 401 class.
Pang Long fell down after standing up halfway, finally giving hope to the students in Class 404.
Along with a burst of laughter, they also started to cheer and cheer for Wang Ling.
This is the moment when they are closest to success.
This is the moment when they are about to be proud.
This is the moment when they are about to see the light of day and become the masters.
They are unparalleled in excitement and pride.
They have never been as excited as at this moment on the basketball court. , they are about to win.
Everyone in Class 404 hopes to see this most likely hope of success become a reality.
The sound of students from Class 404 cheering for Wang Ling competed with the shouts of Class 401, echoing throughout the basketball court.
Finally, Pang Long jumped up and stood on the center line.
His dark face was as solid as a rock and as cold as ice.
His eyes were like torches and his heart was as heavy as iron.
He was ready to gather all the strength in his body and prepare to launch the last attack. impact.
"Boy, take the move."
Pang Long said fiercely, "Today, I will let you take a good look.
I am not a slam dunk expert just to brag."
"Hmph."
Wang Ling smiled coldly, stretched out a finger, hooked it disdainfully, and said, "Come here."
Bang bang bang Pang Long launched his final attack.
This time, he didn't play any tricks and returned to the first tactic, using his huge body to crush them.
In the eyes of all the students, it could be seen to some extent that Pang Long's attack this time did not seem to be about scoring goals at all, but about collisions.
Perhaps in his opinion, only by knocking Wang Ling away and making the ball under Wang Ling unable to hit can he truly win this match.
In Pang Long's view, this is a trick to risk death and survive.
It is also the most cruel trick, and it is also a trick to perish together: