Three minutes left, eight-point gap.
The Milwaukee Bucks are on the cliff's edge; they have to lock in and score on every possession.
Jennings brings it up, the youngest 50-point man in history.
Now facing Su Yan, he's completely lost himself.
Unless he suddenly turns as scorching-hot as that 50-point night, Su Yan's defensive pressure is simply suffocating.
One force shatters ten skills.
With the strength boost from Steel Tendons and Iron Bones Lv1—and the size advantage—he clamps Jennings tight.
No way to score.
In what was supposed to be a rookie of the year duel, Jennings gives the ball up, swinging it to John Salmons.
Whoosh—
The arena erupts.
Even some Bucks fans feel let down; win or lose, you can't show fear.
Americans worship individual heroics.
They love the solo act, the one-man rescue, the ultimate immersion.
It's one reason Jordan, Kobe, Iverson are so beloved.
Now Jennings shrinks.
Backing down as one of the story's main characters is a real buzzkill.
But Jennings doesn't care what the fans think; he only cares about winning.
He's already been blown away in their matchup.
Only a team win gives him a sliver of redemption—at least he won't lose too badly.
Salmons attacks.
Addicted to isolation, he sizes up Larry Hughes, crosses and hesitates as if driving—then suddenly pulls up.
A three to cut the lead.
A smart choice—only he lacks the clutch gene and Su Yan's laser accuracy.
Clang.
Iron.
Tyson Chandler snatches the rebound, eyes only for Su Yan.
Miss plus lost board; the Bucks look like a balloon with a slow leak, sagging, fight draining fast.
Su Yan strolls it up.
Of course it's Salmons in front of him again—Salmons is nearly in tears.
Why me again?!
His head throbbing, Salmons clenches his teeth and taunts, "Su Yan, you're so proud of your three, right?
Bet you won't pull up from the logo.
I won't even contest!!"
Free three? Sweet!
He's just gambling I'll miss.
Su Yan sees through the ploy, grins: "You sure?"
"Positive, definite, absolutely!"
Salmons jumps at the bait.
Please—it's a logo three; you couldn't hit that if I let you.
No rough contact, and I get the ball back—killing two birds with one stone.
Salmons schemes.
"Then don't mind if I do."
Su Yan smiles, plants right of the logo, checks that Salmons is two metres off.
One left-hand dribble for rhythm.
Rises and fires from the logo—normal motion!
Has he lost it!"
"Su Yan's getting cocky!"
"Idiot—he's pushing his luck!"
Bucks fans don't believe it.
Some Knicks fans already throw their hands up, ready to celebrate the win.
"Logo again—if this drops…"
Jon Barry roars.
Mark Jackson throws his hands up, eyes wide: "Su Yan's three-arrow is the flame of hell!!!"
The words leave his mouth—
Swish.
A sweet nylon snap.
Salmons stares like he's seen a ghost as the ball rips through clean.
"Mom, that's not human!"
Salmons is crushed.
"COME ON!"
Jon Barry, sounding like a fan, shouts, "Called it—Su Yan buries the logo three.
Unreal.
But that's Su Yan for you!"
"Man, this is nuts!"
Mark Jackson's shock is all over his face: "This isn't the first time he's hit a logo three in live play.
His range shatters what we thought a Shooter—an elite Shooter—could do!!!"
"Absolutely filthy!"
In the Knicks locker room
David Lee claps, his dislocated arm already reset—nothing serious.
Out tonight.
Rest a day or two and he'll be back.
Curry too—after the wind got knocked out of him, an hour's rest set him right.
To be safe
he sits tonight as well, ready for the next game.
"A logo three—maybe only Su Yan can take and hit that in real time."
Curry sighs, "That's the level I want to reach!"
"Ha—"
David Lee laughs, "So Stephen's chasing Su Yan now?!"
"Nothing wrong with that."
Curry smiles, not ashamed—Su Yan's game gives him fuel to grow!
On court
Su Yan's logo three stuns everyone and buries the Bucks; they surrender.
Knicks win.
"Little eight-game streak—check, check!"
D'Antoni's grin can't be contained.
Assistant coach Morrison Barton beams: "Su Yan's accuracy is soul-crushing!"
"We did it!"
Tyson Chandler bellows at the downcast Bucks: "So what if we rested two starters—you still couldn't beat us, soft as ever!!!"
"Weakness is sin!"
Wilson Chandler piles on.
Loud and clear, they rub it in from metres away.
Victors' rights.
The Bucks exchange blank looks, tongues tied.
Right now
if there were a sewer nearby they'd dive in to hide.
At the broadcast table
"Su Yan is unreal!"
Jon Barry howls.
"What's that mean, Jon?"
Mark Jackson eggs him on.
"Ha—"
Barry chuckles: "Su Yan erupts for 50 points, 7 boards, 4 assists, 4 steals, 3 blocks tonight.
Drills 11 threes.
This godlike haul sets three records:
1) His third 10-plus-three game of the season—most in NBA history.
2) The 50-piece is a career high, making him the season's second 50-point man.
3) At just 19, Su Yan passes Brandon Jennings as the youngest 50-point scorer ever!
And remember—
tonight Su Yan torched the former youngest 50-point man, Brandon Jennings.
He stepped on Jennings's head to become the new youngest 50-point man!!!"
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