The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 36: Strength Brings Miracles

In the corner, Ye Qingtian shoots the basketball...

"Whoosh!"

The basketball arcs perfectly across the court.

"What? No way!"

Seeing the ball’s trajectory, the mocking smile disappears from Liu Hankun’s face.

Everyone else watches in shock, disbelief written on their faces.

"Swish!"

Something unbelievable happens, the basketball seems guided, and it goes in cleanly.

The ball went in!

Everyone is stunned.

"It was a fluke! Definitely a fluke!"

Liu Hankun immediately says.

From this distance, how can you maintain such accuracy?

Earlier, Ye Qingtian must have been scared out of his wits and just threw it randomly.

"Exactly, it’s just the miracle of brute force!"

The others echo.

Everyone on the sidelines feels relieved, knowing it was just a fluke.

"Yeah! From this far, it had to be luck!"

"Let’s see if he can do it again!"

Qin Lingyue sneered.

Song Xuefei bit her lip, slightly discontent, "Even if it was luck, at least he scored three points for us."

The School of Science serves the ball, and the game continues.

"Ye Qingtian, what are you doing?"

Hou Tianlei’s voice rings out.

After their team retreated for defense, Ye Qingtian rushed forward.

"He doesn’t know how to play! He just fluked that one!"

Feng Tianhao said angrily.

On the other side.

Liu Hankun sees Ye Qingtian rushing to steal the ball, a mocking smile on his lips, "Watch me show you!"

Liu Hankun dribbles skillfully behind his back, speeding up.

But when he looks up, Ye Qingtian is already gone.

A gust of wind stirs, shocking him.

"Snap!"

The next moment, Ye Qingtian is behind him, stealing the ball.

Ye Qingtian dribbles to the corner three-point line and shoots directly!

"Are you crazy? The basket’s wide open, just make the layup!"

Hou Tianlei shouts anxiously.

"Does he really think he can make another three?"

Qin Lingyue frowns, sneering.

"Swish!"

Yet, Ye Qingtian sinks another three-pointer!

The court falls silent, no one speaks.

"Stick with the original tactics, I refuse to believe he’s actually a pro!"

Liu Hankun calms his nerves, ready to attack.

They still have time, he’s curious to see how skilled Ye Qingtian really is.

"You defend him, I’ll take him!"

Ye Qingtian moves Hou Tianlei aside and marks Liu Yisi.

Liu Yisi looks down at the shorter Ye Qingtian, smirks, and gives him the finger.

"Here!"

Liu Yisi calls for the ball, eager to take on Ye Qingtian one-on-one.

Liu Hankun sneers and passes the ball to Liu Yisi.

With the ball, Liu Yisi backs into Ye Qingtian, hoping to overpower him.

Soon, Liu Yisi’s expression changes, realizing he can’t move Ye Qingtian at all.

Ye Qingtian is like a mountain, blocking his way...

Even Geoffrey, who’s nearly two meters tall and weighs 200 pounds, can be soloed by Ye Qingtian?

What’s going on?

"Snap!"

Before Liu Yisi can think, his vision blurs and his hand is empty, the ball stolen.

As Ye Qingtian intercepts, Hou Tianlei, Feng Tianhao, and others rush forward, awaiting his pass.

But Ye Qingtian stops at the center court line, assuming a shooting stance.

"Pass it! Hurry and pass! Is your brain mush? Why shoot from midcourt?"

Hou Tianlei shouts, exasperated.

"He doesn’t know how to play! He only knows how to shoot!"

Feng Tianhao stops, hands on hips, looking helplessly.

Ye Qingtian ignores them and shoots anyway.

"This can’t be!"

"How is this going in?"

Seeing the ball’s trajectory, Liu Hankun feels a chill inside.

"Swish!"

The ball goes in again!

Another three-pointer!

From midcourt!

The noisy scene abruptly goes silent, plunged into stillness.

All eyes turn to Ye Qingtian, pupils dilated, eyes full of shock.

One three-pointer was luck!

But two?

What about the third?

Qin Lingyue is struck, face pale, with disbelief written all over.

Next to her, Chu Zhijun and the others look petrified, expressions frozen, bodies stiff.

Hou Tianlei and Feng Tianhao have their mouths so wide they could fit an egg inside.

Liu Hankun and Liu Yisi are stunned, almost breathless.

"Hey, guys, this is a sharpshooter. We need two people to guard him! Don’t let him get the ball!"

Geoffrey shouts.

Liu Hankun and others grin knowingly.

"Even if Ye Qingtian’s shots are accurate, it’s over! They’ll definitely guard him closely! The point difference is too big, he can’t win!"

An analyst comments.

Hearing this, Qin Lingyue sighs with relief.

There’s only five minutes left, how can they make up 24 points?

The game resumes, the School of Science boosts defensive intensity, Liu Yisi always sticking to Ye Qingtian.

For a moment, Ye Qingtian can’t intercept the ball.

Plus, Hou Tianlei’s team refuses to pass to Ye Qingtian, leaving him without the ball.

Hou Tianlei and others feel less pressure, attacking to draw fouls. Hou Tianlei fakes and drives past Liu Hankun, heading for the basket.

Geoffrey steps up immediately, casting a massive shadow.

Seeing this, Hou Tianlei smartly switches to a floater.

"Bang!"

But he underestimates Geoffrey’s leap; Geoffrey leaps up and swats the ball away.

"Ha ha..."

Liu Hankun laughs coldly, leaping to grab the loose ball.

"Wow!"

A shadow rises next to him, much higher, taking the ball.

"It’s him!"

Liu Hankun is furious, almost losing his mind.

When Liu Yisi reacts, Ye Qingtian already dribbles past the three-point line, shooting again!

The fourth three-pointer!

"Ah! Stop him!"

Liu Hankun shouts loudly.

Since Ye Qingtian’s appearance, they haven’t scored a single point.

The School of Finance has scored 12 points straight!

The School of Science assigns two defenders to guard Ye Qingtian closely, surrounding him, denying him space.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Ye Qingtian paces expertly, weaving left, right, forward, backward.

"Trying to shake me? No way!"

Liu Yisi scoffs.

"Whiz, whiz, whiz..."

Ye Qingtian suddenly speeds up, leaving afterimages.

Liu Yisi’s vision blurs, as does the other defender’s.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Ye Qingtian makes a quick move.

Liu Yisi and the other defender lunge, missing and crashing into each other.

"Pass!"

Evading successfully, Ye Qingtian moves outside the three-point line.

Feng Tianhao instinctively passes to Ye Qingtian.

"Swish!"

Fifth three-pointer!

Another attack, Ye Qingtian with the ball, all except Geoffrey charge at him.

Four people determined to stop Ye Qingtian.

"Pass, we’re all open!"

Hou Tianlei shouts.

But Ye Qingtian ignores them, caught in the four-man trap.