Urban Wolf King

The coin toss decides who attacks first, and from another perspective, it decides Wang Xuehei's fate.

Therefore, Wang Xuehei nervously takes the coin from the referee's hand, raises it in front of Wang Yan and himself, and says, "Do you want heads or tails?"

Wang Yan glances at the coin in Wang Xuehei's hand, a meaningful smile appears in his eyes, and he calmly says, "I'll let you attack first."

Upon hearing Wang Yan's words, Wang Xuehei immediately feels relieved, a hint of secret joy arises, but he modestly says, "How can this be, it's not fair."

But even as he speaks, Wang Xuehei has already taken the basketball in his hand.

Wang Yan looks significantly at the basketball in Wang Xuehei's hand and turns back to center court.

Watching Wang Yan's back, Wang Xuehei thinks bitterly, "Just wait, I'll make you regret your arrogance soon."

Returning to center court, Wang Xuehei takes a deep breath, steps forward, and walks out of the free throw line.

This is his first time walking out of the free throw line after losing by over 30 points, standing in his own half, Wang Xuehei closes his eyes, rests for a moment, and when he opens them again, they're full of fighting spirit.

The referee immediately starts timing, the remaining three minutes begin counting down.

Three minutes, only 180 seconds.

With the ball in his hands, confidence returns to Wang Xuehei as he slaps his right palm, the basketball starts spinning at his feet.

Wang Xuehei's palms slap together, the basketball bounces faster and spins more rapidly, it's as if the ball is glued to his hands, front and back, left and right, no matter how Wang Xuehei dribbles, it stays within a foot circle around his body.

Seeing this, the spectators immediately start applauding.

This is truly Wang Xuehei, the one who led the Wanghai Noble Academy basketball team into the national league! This advanced dribbling skill is mastered only by Wang Xuehei.

Time passes bit by bit, in a blink, a minute has passed.

This minute has become a personal show for Wang Xuehei, while Wang Yan still stands at center court, calmly watching Wang Xuehei's performance as if he were an outsider, as if the last three minutes have nothing to do with him.

Seeing this, Wang Xuehei feels secretly delighted.

He intends to use Wang Yan's arrogance to obtain his final victory.

A minute remains.

40 seconds—

30 seconds—

20 seconds—

When only 20 seconds are left, Wang Xuehei begins to move.

He suddenly dashes out like a cunning rabbit, rushing to Wang Yan in a few strides.

With the experience of having the ball stolen by Wang Yan previously, Wang Xuehei has already devised a strategy in his mind.

Currently, he's leading Wang Yan by one point, even if neither scores in the end, he will win by a one-point advantage.

Wang Xuehei has already planned it out, reaching Wang Yan, he stops dribbling, grabs the ball forcefully while moving his hand behind his back.

With the ball behind his back, even if Wang Yan wants to steal, he can't reach it.

Next, Wang Xuehei strides forward and crashes into Wang Yan.

"Is it a three-step layup? Wang Xuehei is performing a three-step layup from center court, what is he thinking?"

"Wang Xuehei is still half-court away from the basket, it's impossible for him to reach the basket in three steps."

A three-step layup involves taking three steps to the basket and shooting the ball into the hoop.

But now, Wang Xuehei is at center court, it's impossible to reach the basket in three steps.

As everyone is puzzled, they see Wang Xuehei takes three steps yet keeps the ball hidden behind him.

"What exactly is Wang Xuehei doing? Why isn't he shooting?"

However, in the next moment, everyone immediately understands Wang Xuehei's intent.

On his third step, Wang Xuehei reaches near Wang Yan, keeping the ball hidden behind while jumping high, crashing his body into Wang Yan.

At this moment, only five seconds remain.

Just as Wang Xuehei is about to collide with Wang Yan, his hand behind him moves, flipping the ball up and out.

But the ball flies in the direction not towards Wang Yan's half-court, but behind Wang Xuehei.

The ball arcs directionally, flying towards his own backcourt.

No shot, no attack, the ball flies directly out of bounds.

Seeing this, everyone understands Wang Xuehei's intent.

Immediately, someone starts cursing, calling out Wang Xuehei's despicable method in an agreed fair duel.

The ball flies out of bounds while Wang Xuehei collides with Wang Yan, and now there are only 2 seconds remaining.

Once Wang Yan is knocked down by Wang Xuehei, by the time he gets up, those 2 seconds will have passed.

Even if Wang Yan isn't knocked down, the ball flies further away, and for Wang Yan to round Wang Xuehei and chase it, 2 seconds won't be enough.

Which means, no matter what, when time naturally ends, Wang Xuehei will win by one point.

At this moment, Wang Xuehei's mouth in mid-air curls up, smiling victoriously.

He coldly says to himself: Wang Yan, Wang Yan, your arrogance led to this failure, you couldn't resist challenging me when the victory was in sight.

Meanwhile, Wang Xuesong also smiles, this is their captain, regardless of methods, they've won.

Roy, finally got what he wanted back.

At this time, although the surrounding curses remain unending, everyone knows that by now, Wang Yan is definitely powerless to turn the tide.

Wang Xuehei almost shouts in his heart, this game with its twists and turns, exhilarating, even more so than the national league.

But at this moment, Wang Xuehei sees Wang Yan in front of him.

He sees Wang Yan still standing there, with a cold smile on his face.

Seeing this cold smile, Wang Xuehei shivers all over, as if Wang Yan has seen through all his schemes.

But now, Wang Yan still seems so confident, how could he possibly reverse this defeat?

At this moment, the timer shows just 1 second remaining.

Just as Wang Xuehei is about to crash into Wang Yan, he suddenly sees a blur, Wang Yan, who was standing in front, suddenly disappears.

Wang Xuehei originally intended to crash into Wang Yan, but with Wang Yan's sudden disappearance, Wang Xuehei's forward momentum has no outlet, causing him to fall heavily, sliding forward.

The skin on his face instantly scrapes a large patch, bleeding profusely.

But now, Wang Xuehei can't care about the pain, he turns his head forcefully to check where Wang Yan went.

Then, in the backcourt, half a meter from the boundary line, a figure suddenly appears before the basketball, leaps high, grabbing the ball in hand.

"It's Wang Yan! When did he run over there?" Wang Xuehei is shocked, but now, the timer changes to zero, the end whistle sounds.

Wang Xuehei instantly feels relief, as soon as Wang Yan lands, the game is over.

But at this moment, with the ball in hand, Wang Yan doesn't land but continues flying upward, soaring higher and further, as he lifts his right hand, clutching the ball to the basket.

"What? He's going for a dunk?"

Wang Xuehei is almost stupefied, according to the basketball rules, if Wang Yan scores before landing, it's a valid point.

However, Wang Yan is still two meters away from the basket, historically, the only one making a dunk from such a position was the famous basketball emperor Jordan!

Could Wang Yan possibly...

Wang Xuehei gapes incredulously at Wang Yan.

He sees Wang Yan soar across half the court, reaching the backboard, slamming the ball down.

With a loud "bang," the ball falls into the net.

Score overtaken!