Ismael snorted and dribbled the ball between his legs for a few seconds. Suddenly, he stepped with his right foot to the right of Flynn while holding the ball in his right hand, and smashed his left elbow straight into Flynn’s chest!
“Damn it! Mr. Cox is clearing the way with an iron elbow, he wants to show that guy who’s boss! Looks like there’s some serious conflict between them!”
“Mr. Cox has been practicing martial arts since childhood and was personally trained by his father. He has mastered all kinds of skills and no one can withstand his iron elbow. That guy will probably kneel after just one hit! It’s too boring! I thought Mr. Cox would play around with him for a while first!”
“Last year, a guy challenged Mr. Cox on the court and had three ribs broken by him with just one elbow strike. He still can’t do any strenuous exercise now! Clark won’t fare well either when he comes off the bench!”
Everyone exclaimed in shock and discussed loudly about what was happening on the court; they all believed that Flynn couldn’t withstand an elbow strike.
Madeline looked frightened, her nervous heart almost stopped beating.
Rose frowned coldly, “Ismael is really ruthless, hitting Flynn directly in the heart. This is clearly a life-threatening move!”
“I hope my brother-in-law teaches this bastard a good lesson!” Scarlet also saw through Ismael’s intentions and gritted her teeth in anger.
“Young man, I told you about that one million dollars – you’ll have to pay for it even if it costs your life! This is what happens when you take advantage of me!”
Ismael’s moves were fierce as lightning as he quickly attacked Flynn again.
“Boring!” Flynn didn’t move his feet but slightly leaned aside to avoid Ismael’s attack.
Ismael was taken aback, a flash of anger crossing his eyes.
Without pausing, he dribbled past Flynn, taking three steps and condensing them into two as he charged towards the basket. Ismael, like a wild buffalo unleashed, possessed an unmatched strength, forcefully advancing to within a step of the three-point line.
Then, with a powerful push off the ground, he soared towards the hoop. Dust from the cement floor billowed up, the basketball jersey rustling, and in an instant, his forehead aligned with the rim.
“Hehehe… this game will end with my slam dunk. So what if you dodged my elbow? I’ll give you something even more ruthless next time!”
Ismael raised both hands, slamming the ball towards the basket.
In the midst of his triumph, he suddenly noticed a colossal shadow looming overwhelmingly.
Simultaneously, a chilling sense of oppression crept over his back!
Bang!
Smack!
The basketball was firmly pressed against the backboard, and then a powerful slap struck back!
Ismael’s right cheek stung intensely, his brain violently rattled, his body lost balance, and he tumbled to the left!
With a loud thud, Ismael hit the ground hard, causing a cloud of dust to rise up. The entire crowd fell silent, stunned by what they had just witnessed.
“Wait… did he just get blocked? Did that guy just block Mr. Cox? Am I dreaming?” one person exclaimed.
“I saw Mr. Cox jump up for the shot and then that guy turned around and chased him down. How did he catch up so quickly and block it from behind?” another person added.
“That guy does have some skills and impressive hops, but he’s going up against Mr. Cox…” someone else said with disbelief.
Everyone was left bewildered by what had happened on the court.
The referee also seemed taken aback for a moment before regaining his composure and announcing loudly, “No score in the first round!”
Flynn looked down at Ismael lying on the ground with an expressionless face as he spoke calmly, “To be honest, when you elbowed me earlier in the game, I could have put you out of commission for six months.”
“Or if I had hit you harder with that slap earlier, you would’ve been brain dead.”
“But I didn’t want to end it so quickly for you.”
“My goal is to make sure your pride is shattered so badly that you won’t be able to show your face or hold your head high in front of anyone here.”
Upon hearing Flynn’s words, Ismael suddenly jumped back onto his feet and yelled furiously, “Don’t get too cocky! I gave away my breakthrough route during that last play which allowed you to anticipate it better! Next round won’t be as easy!”
“That’s right! It was all because Mr. Cox underestimated him this time around! He’ll come back stronger next round and beat this guy senseless!” someone shouted in agreement.
“Mr. Cox is giving him a chance now or else it would seem like bullying him too much already. If he doesn’t beat him until his teeth are scattered all over the floor next round, then I’ll eat shit right here!”
As everyone started talking amongst themselves again after realizing what had happened on court, they were all filled with anger towards Flynn who they believed would lose in the following rounds without question!
Flynn simply chuckled lightly before returning back to stand behind three-point line once again looking relaxed as ever while not taking Ismael seriously at all anymore!
“Flynn has taken advantage of Ismael already. We can only expect more severe retaliation from him next time!” Madeline sighed helplessly while rubbing her forehead
Scarlet couldn’t help but feel annoyed by their comments, “These people are truly shameless!”
“My brother-in-law easily blocked off Ismael’s shot yet these people still find excuses for why things went wrong”
“Why can’t they admit when someone is genuinely talented?”
Rose meanwhile was completely relaxed now even crossing her legs casually while watching everything unfold before her eyes.
Braiden saw the satisfaction on Rose’s face and clenched his fist, gritting his teeth. “Don’t get too cocky. Ismael will definitely beat Flynn to a pulp, and we’ll see who can protect you then!”
“Who goes first this round? You or me?” Flynn asked with a smile.
“I’ll go first!” Ismael picked up the basketball and walked over to face Flynn.
He was eager to regain his dignity!
“Whatever, you’re going to lose no matter what,” Flynn said indifferently.
The crowd laughed at him but ignored his arrogance.
Ismael dribbled between his legs while staring intently at Flynn, faking left and right constantly.
But Flynn stood still as if he hadn’t woken up yet, showing no reaction on his face whatsoever.
“Do you see that? The ball seems like it’s glued to Mr. Cox’s hand as he dribbles effortlessly like the wind! I’m getting dizzy just watching him!”
“That guy doesn’t know about Mr. Cox’s breakthrough route. He must be panicking which is why he hasn’t made any moves yet!”
“I bet Mr. Cox won’t easily shoot this time. He’ll probably torture that bastard for a while.”
The palm print on Ismael’s right cheek was very prominent as he smiled mockingly with raised lips looking somewhat comical.
Flynn couldn’t help but burst out laughing after seeing it.
“What are you laughing at?” Ismael felt provoked by him and asked through gritted teeth.
Flynn raised an eyebrow, “I’m thinking about what would happen if I punched each of your eyes once.”
“Wouldn’t it be even funnier if you did that move again?”
“You son of a bitch!” Ismael got angry and approached Flynn with the ball in hand.
He charged towards him like an angry bull using shoulder bumps against Flynn’s chest repeatedly.
However, just like copper walls or iron barriers, not even one hair moved on Flynn’s body despite all of Ismael’s efforts.
“Are you tickling me? Are you hungry?”
“I had breakfast earlier but saw how much food went into your mouth like a pig!” replied Flynn tilting his head while frowning at Ismael.
Everyone present gasped in shock upon witnessing this scene because they knew that Ismael had strength comparable to lifting weights or breaking thick tree branches with ease!
If anyone else were hit by such forceful attacks from him, their bones would have been shattered instantly!
Yet under all of Ismael’s full-force impact attacks, there wasn’t even any hint of pain shown on Flynn’s face instead mocking words came out from it!
“Ahhhhh! You son of a bitch. Die!!” yelled Ismael raising one knee high aiming for Flynn’s crotch area!
Flynn’s face darkened and he lightly blocked with his right hand before backhanding Ismael across the left side of his face!
Smack!
A crisp sound echoed as Ismael spun like a top, nearly stumbling to the ground.
He couldn’t break through Flynn’s defense, so he ignored the pain in his face and quickly dribbled to steady himself.
Then he jumped high for a long shot.
But just then, Flynn’s gaze focused and he leaped up too!