Chapter 392

After the fast break from the opposite team, Peter dribbled the ball again. This time, he had learned his lesson and stopped trying to show off. He was slightly traumatized by the two steals from Jack just now.

Peter dribbled cautiously, but he couldn't escape Jack's quick hands that stole the ball. The source of thɪs content is fındnovel.net

Jack was just too fast. Even when Peter tried to play seriously, he realized it was useless against Jack.

Peter stood frozen after Jack stole the ball. He didn't even know when he had lost

it.

After Jack stole the ball, Class Three's center, a tall figure of six feet five inches, blocked his path.

Jack ignored the tall center and leaped from the free-throw line to make a slam dunk.

The audience couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"Oh my gosh! He actually jumped from the free-throw line? Is he the god of basketball?"

"I don't know, but that leap's insane!"

"There's no way that's gonna make it, right?"

That distance, that leap, and that explosive force...

Class Three's center was completely terrified by Jack's jump. He used all his strength to jump and block Jack, but he was no match for the frightening height Jack reached.

Jack dunked aggressively over the center, sending the ball flying with the impact.

What a dunk!

Peter completely broke down mentally. The first steal might have been due to his arrogance, but the second steal completely showed Jack's ability.

Peter then made a mistake again, and the ball was stolen by Jack again.

Maybe Peter had lost his mind because now he had somehow passed the ball to Jack. Even Peter himself thought he was being stupid.

Jack immediately passed it to his teammate to make a counterattack.

Peter realized his defense was completely empty. He ran with all his strength, trying to stop Jack.

Jack caught the ball and posterized. He even stayed on Peter's shoulders to humiliate him.

Peter's expression was terrible. The consecutive humiliation from Jack had completely crushed his confidence.

Jack's upcoming performance made him even more devastated.

When Peter miraculously made a long-range two-pointer despite Jack's entanglement, Jack immediately responded with a three-pointer from mid-court, just 24 seconds away from the end of the quarter.

Then, because Peter had broken the rules, it resulted in a three-point play. And Jack made another two three-pointers, completely crushing Peter.

If Jack's initial performance wasn't impressive enough, his posterization over the tall center was truly jaw-dropping.

If that still wasn't enough, his dunk shattered the tempered glass on the backboard. How could that even be explained?

This was undoubtedly a performance that was out of this world.

Even more astonishing, Jack, who was determined to break his opponents' mentality, used so much force that he not only shattered the glass but also caused the entire basketball hoop to shake violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Peter and his teammates couldn't help but gasp.

Was this even the strength of a human? He was like a beast. It was the power that only the best professional players would have.

With this level of strength, why would Jack come to torture students like them? Why didn't he go straight to the professional leagues?