"Fine, I'll give you what you want. Never seen someone make such a request before!"

"Fast break!"

After Tang Long blocked Wade's dunk, he secured the ball and passed it to guard Larry Hughes, who quickly pushed it up the court. Hughes connected with LeBron James for an easy basket.

An alley-oop dunk—LeBron's specialty.

Just like that, the Cavaliers were up 4-0 against the Heat.

"Dammit, how did this happen? Why is this the result? What's going on with our Dwyane?"

The Miami fans were furious. Wade getting blocked wasn't just about pride—it was about the team's momentum.

"Tang... I have to admit, I underestimated you. Your defense is solid. You're the first big man to block me right out of the gate!"

Wade got up and muttered at Tang Long.

"Don't worry, Dwyane. You'll get used to it."

Tang Long's expression was calm, his tone indifferent. His words nearly made Wade explode.

What did he mean by "you'll get used to it"?

Was this kid planning to block him regularly?

"You damn punk!!"

Wade was speechless. He realized this big guy was a bully.

The Heat regained possession, and this time they scored. Jason Williams got a mid-range jumper and knocked it down without hesitation.

Next, the Cavaliers went to their low-post offense.

Tang Long established position and called for the ball.

Larry Hughes passed it to him, and Tang Long faced off against Joel Anthony in the post. Tang made it look easy.

He initiated his back-to-the-basket game, rhythmically backing down Joel Anthony before spinning for a hook shot. The entire sequence was smooth and fluid.

Observant fans would notice that this move was reminiscent of Yao Ming's signature play.

At this moment, Tang Long was channeling Yao Ming's signature move.

"Oh my God! Am I seeing this right? That move China Tang just used was exactly like Yao's!"

The commentator on the left side of the booth was stunned.

This Chinese kid was impressive. Right from the start, he was mimicking Yao Ming's style, and his hook shot was on point.

Joel Anthony could only watch helplessly. Tang Long's height and wingspan were simply too much for him to handle.

"This kid really has something. His finesse game is solid, but in the last game against the Wizards, it seemed like he relied more on physicality!"

"Tonight, against us, he's switched to a finesse game. This guy, I have to say, is a basketball genius!"

Wade, standing nearby, couldn't help but marvel at Tang Long's offensive versatility.

"Tang, that spin hook—did you learn that from Yao?"

During a defensive transition, Joel Anthony's voice reached Tang's ears.

Tang Long glanced at him and said, "Joel, you could say that."

"You damn punk, why don't you try dunking on me? You know I'm not like Haywood. If you dare to dunk on me, I'll make you regret it!"

Joel Anthony started trash-talking Tang Long.

In the NBA, trash talk is a cultural staple.

It's not about cursing—it's a strategy to get into opponents' heads.

Veteran players almost always engage in it.

Tang Long couldn't help but laugh. "Joel, I'm giving you face. Why don't you appreciate it?"

"Oh really, Tang? You're giving me face?"

"Of course!"

"Come on, you're just a rookie who's had one good game!"

Joel Anthony's words carried a hidden meaning: *Kid, you've only had one good performance. Don't get cocky.*

Tang Long chuckled. "Since you want me to dunk on you, I'll satisfy your request next possession."

Who had ever heard of such a request?

Tang Long was going to give Joel Anthony exactly what he asked for—a poster dunk.

"Hey, Tang, what did Joel say to you?"

LeBron walked over, curious.

"He said that if I try to dunk on him, unlike Haywood, he'll make me regret it."

LeBron laughed. "That arrogant guy. His defense is mediocre at best. Later, I'll drive and kick it to you. You teach that arrogant guy a lesson."

"LeBron, no need to remind me. I'll make him look bad."

With Murasakibara Atsushi's abilities fused into him, and the [Destruction Hammer] skill in his arsenal, dunking on a third-rate player like Joel Anthony would be a walk in the park.

As the Heat scored again, it was the Cavaliers' turn to attack.

Larry Hughes brought the ball to the top of the key and passed it to LeBron, who drove in but didn't force the shot. Instead, he dished it to Tang Long.

LeBron, with his high basketball IQ, knew how to create better chemistry with his teammates.

Tang Long, now with the ball, signaled for LeBron to clear out. He was going to teach Joel Anthony a lesson in the post.

"You made a rare request earlier. You wanted me to dunk on you, so I'll oblige."

With his teammates spacing the floor, Tang backed down Joel Anthony with a powerful bump, nearly sending him flying.

With Murasakibara's strength, Joel Anthony was no match for Tang.

Originally, Tang wanted to test out the [Destruction Hammer] skill, but seeing how weak Joel Anthony was, he decided to spare him.

Instead, he spun and slammed the ball through the hoop with authority.

"Joel, scoring on you is too easy!"

After the dunk, Tang waved his pinky finger at Joel Anthony, sending a clear message: *You can't guard me.*

But the referees were sharp. They immediately hit Tang with a technical foul.

Waving your pinky finger at someone on the court is only allowed for one player in the league—Dikembe Mutombo, the African mountain.

When Mutombo did it, the league considered it a friendly gesture from Africa.

But when players from other countries did it, it was seen as disrespectful.

So when the ref saw Tang waving his pinky, he didn't hesitate to call the tech.

"Hahaha... China Tang got schooled by the ref! He actually waved his pinky at Joel in the American Airlines Arena. Was he trying to humiliate Joel?"

The commentator couldn't stop laughing.

Tang Long was speechless. He thought about arguing with the ref but decided against it.

The more you argue with refs, the more they target you.

"Damn you, Tang! I'll remember this!"

Joel Anthony was fuming. Not only did Tang dominate him in the post, but he also waved his pinky at him?

This was beyond insulting!

On the next possession, Joel Anthony, now fired up, received a pass from Jason Williams and tried to post up Tang Long.

But his clumsy post moves were no threat to Tang.

"My dear Joel, that's not how you play in the post. Your rhythm is all wrong. Want me to teach you how to score?"

"Smack!"

While trash-talking Joel, Tang reached around with one hand and stripped the ball.

Joel's lack of finesse made him an easy target. He held the ball too long, lost in thought, and Tang's long arms reached around from behind to poke it free.

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