Chapter 14: The Birth of a King

Black Widow tried hard to defend her final dignity with her venom. Even if the king's status cannot be preserved, he wanted to leave with glory, instead of leaving Locke Park in a mess as a complete loser. But Zhang Kong was not ready to give him such a chance.

Zhang Kong, who was devoted to basketball for the first time, completely demonstrated his strength as a defensive top center. No matter what method Tyron Evans used, he could never cross Zhang Kong's Five Finger Mountain that covered the sky and the earth.

Futile efforts ultimately resulted in no way.

The moment the game ended, the basketball fell to the ground and the black widow also fell to the ground. He sat on the ground exhausted and gasped, lowered his head, unwilling to lift it up. Failed... Although he had long understood that his kingly status would finally be taken away. But this day came too early... He is far from old!

A big yellow hand reached in front of him.

"You did a pretty job." Zhang Kong smiled: "To be honest, this is the first time I've been so embarrassed by someone."

Black Widow is indeed very strong. In order to completely defend him, Zhang Kong was already exhausted. Fortunately, this was bullfight. If it was a formal game, Zhang Kong would not be able to defend such an all-round offensive player. Don’t forget that this is just bullfight. Tyrone Evans’ offensive direction was completely limited. He could only attack the basket, not shoot three-pointers, and no teammates received the pass, so he would even think about the pick-and-roll.

This game also made Zhang Kong know him. Maybe he is very strong, but he is invincible... As expected, basketball is not a one-person sport.

"Hmph." Ignoring Zhang Kong's hand that came out, the black widow Tyron Evans patted his butt and stood up: "You won, now you are the king of Locke."

He withdrew his hand a little embarrassedly. Zhang Kong looked at the lonely back of Tyron who turned away. He didn't know what to say for a moment. Basketball is a battlefield where the strong live and the weak die. The defeated king. The glory of the past disappeared with the defeat. The black widow in Rock Park was already dead on this day. All that was left was a street basketball player named Tyron Evans.

"Now, the winner is decided, let us welcome our new king, our KING, despair!"

“king!king!king!king!king!king!king!king!”

A violent cheer sounded, which was a ardent hymn to welcome the new king to ascend the throne. When Zhang Kong waved his hand to greet them, the crazy cheer reached another top-notch. The strong light emitted from the flashlights in every corner made Zhang Kong's eyes feel a little uncomfortable.

"I did it so beautifully, Zhang, you are the king now!" When Zhang Kong walked to the sidelines, Xiao Budian and Ariza were the first to snatch up to celebrate.

"I'll just say that you will become a big shot, you will be a big shot now. Zhang, you will be a big shot now!" The excessive excitement and excitement made Ariza a little incoherent.

"Hi Lightning, I said this first." Xiao Budian protested excitedly: "I also want an autograph. Look, this is the first autograph!"

The same excited little guy showed Ariza his foresight with pride.

"Of course, do you think anyone can stop me?" Zhang Kong's face was filled with confidence: "By the way, ten thousand US dollars, I'll have to go crazy all night tonight!"

"Of course, we have to be completely crazy!" Ariza led the way, and the others shouted loudly.

When Zhang Kong woke up from his hangover again and saw the two naked women beside him, he was not surprised. Zhang Kong, who had the last experience, grabbed the underwear that was still on the ground last night and put it on his body, then stood up and walked to the window.

"The sunshine in New York is so beautiful." After pulling the curtains, Zhang Kong stood by the window with his body, looking at the rising sun, sweeping away all the haze, and even refused to let go of the most hidden corner, he couldn't help but lose his mind: "I wonder if the sunshine in Cleveland is the same? Cleveland...NBA!"

Five hundred dollars were left at the head of the bed. Zhang Kong put on his clothes and walked out of the hotel. After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and dialed the only few numbers on his cell phone: "Hey, Ariza, I'm leaving, I'm leaving here. I'm going to...NBA!"

The next day, all magazines and newspapers in New York that focused on street basketball all placed the same photo on the largest and most conspicuous pages.

In the photo, Zhang Kong jumped high, beside him was the black widow who had begun to fall. He stretched out his hands in vain, trying to stop Zhang Kong's dunk. It was full of powerful momentum of moving forward!

The title is: The king's ascension!

Fans learned about Zhang Kong through videos through those reports, but at the same time, more questions arose in their hearts, who is he and where he comes from? Will he join the NBA? Which country is he from? What is his name? Where did he play basketball before? Why has no one ever heard of him?

More and more questions are not answered accurately, and more and more speculations are being made. This doubt has come to the East with the report.

"Based on Mr. Desperate's appearance and some action habits, we have reason to think that Mr. Desperate should be a Japanese, and a Kanto." On the Internet, a Japanese basketball expert introduced thirty pieces of evidence, which finally proved that Zhang Kong was a Japanese.

"Mr. Desperate is my great Korean Smida! My Korean basketball is going to take off Smida! My Korean basketball is the strongest in Asia. Mr. Desperate is definitely a Korean Smida!"

"Dog-Damn it, where did the Goryeo stick come from!"

Countless reporters, who were moved by the wind, walked onto the streets of New York, trying to capture more information about the new king. But when they arrived at Rock Stadium, Zhang Kong had disappeared without a trace. No matter how they inquire from all directions, they could not find traces of Zhang Kong.

It's like it's gone from this world...

At this time, Zhang Kong had already arrived in Cleveland by plane.

Quietly, alone!

There was no familiar face in the huge airport. A few friends saw him off, but no one greeted him. This was a brand new and strange land. No one paid attention to him, as if the shining of New York yesterday was just a dream.

At Cleveland City Airport, Zhang Kong looked at the strangers around him. The huge poster of Red No. 23 said that it was the darling and symbol of the city. Zhang Kong showed a confident smile on his face.

"Cleveland, I'm here."

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Chapter completed!