X-Dragon Era-Chapter 582 - s Golden Sword Torrent_2
No, that's not right... It shouldn't be said that it was a game where we gave our all. At most, it was half a game, or even just a quarter of a game. Starting from the second half of the first match, all the way to winning the gold medal, the Dream Team was actually just putting on a show, playing around. For them, the game was just a queue, nothing more.
Speaking of which, many people must want to know what exactly did the Dream Team do in that half of the game? Just how terrifying was the Dream One Team when they went all out?
On the sidelines of the Barcelona basketball court, "USA Today" reporter David Dupree nudged his colleague and asked, "My math's not wrong, is it? Did the USA Team just have a 46 to 1 run?" Jack stared at David with wide eyes and said, "I can't believe you're still keeping track." David's record was spot on. The USA Team indeed had a 46 to 1 run, dominatingly bursting onto the world stage.
46:1? Yes... 46:1! Everyone who understands basketball should know what this means. It means... throughout the entire process, Angola only scored one point from a free throw, while Dream One Team rampaged to 46 points, giving almost no chance for fouls to their opponents. It was true, absolute suppression! You could even say it was control!
Keep in mind, no matter how weak Angola might be, that's still a team representing a country, even the champion of a certain state's basketball, like China needing to be the champion of Asia to qualify for the Olympic Games!
Naming their team Dream Team, Xin Yun's idea was something Earth People would probably understand. Yes... if possible, Xin Yun hoped to recreate the Dream Team's glory in Another World. Only this time, the field would not be basketball, but real battle!
This wasn't a mere dream or delusion. Maybe in the past they were not quite qualified, but now, within this small Dream Team, it could be described as a gathering of stars unequaled in luxury, something that couldn't even be imagined in dreams before.
The number one in the world in his previous life, Po Kong, number three, Ming Xuan, number six, Yi Luo Xiang, number seven, Yan Qingying, plus Xin Yun, a reincarnated being capable of contending with, and even slaying, Po Kong, such a team truly deserves the title of Fantasy Dream Team!
Under the incredulous gaze of everyone, Xin Yun and his four companions entered the waiting room one by one. Behind them, the heavy doors of the waiting room closed with a resounding thud, and the entire area fell deathly silent for a moment.
Inside the waiting room, Xin Yun sat lazily on the sofa, smiling as he looked at Po Kong and Ming Xuan and said, "Alright, the next match is up to us three. During the preparation phase, let's each choose a target and then see who can take down their opponent first."
No sooner had his words fallen when Yi Luo Xiang laughed and said, "However, while we compete, let's remember we're all on the same team. It's okay not to help each other, but we absolutely must not obstruct or even attack one another. Use your full strength against the opposition, but let's spare our teammates."
Hearing Yi Luo Xiang's words, Po Kong proudly chuckled, "Hmm, I know you are worried I would do such a thing, but in fact, I fully agree with you. Because I'm also concerned others might do so, hahaha..."
Hearing Po Kong's words, Xin Yun and Ming Xuan each gave a start, then burst into laughter. Indeed... either Xin Yun or Ming Xuan had the ability to obstruct Po Kong, and if they made up their minds to do so, even someone as formidable as Po Kong would likely lose to Xin Yun and Ming Xuan every time, after all... all three were experts of the same level.
In the midst of laughter, the instructor's voice rang out in the arena, signaling the participants of the first match to enter the arena immediately. Hearing this, the three men stood up, stretched out their palms, slapped them together firmly, and strode toward the entrance.
"Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh..." In three consecutive whooshing sounds, Yinglong, Peacock Dragon, and Emperor Sword Dragon charged out of the gate with unstoppable momentum.
"Roar!" Amid the melodious dragon roar, Xin Yun reached his position first. Yinglong spiraled into the air and settled in a flashy pose, teeth bared and claws outstretched, commanding in every direction.
Following closely behind Xin Yun, the Peacock Dragon, decked in verdant green and trailing its long plumage, arrogantly flew to Xin Yun's right. Its dazzling, colorful feathers sparkled brilliantly.
The third to arrive, naturally, was Po Kong. A colossal, golden Great Sword descended from the sky, dominantly hovering in mid-air, its blade slowly rotating, continuously revealing the sword's various jets to everyone watching.
"Clang clang clang..." Amid the clear sound of chains rubbing, as the Emperor Sword Dragon came to a halt, a dark chain whistled through the air, coiling around the blade numerous times before wrapping itself around the hilt, the long chain dangling over the lengthy guards on either side of the hilt, ancient and desolate. And Po Kong stood proudly at the very tip of the hilt, arms crossed over his chest, his face cool as he surveyed the scene before him.
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"Wow!" As the three settled into place, the entire stadium erupted in a tsunami of cheers. It had to be said, the three dragons on the field were incredibly showy, each one cooler and more crazily exciting than the last.
The dragons were magnificent, and the riders were heroes among men. Whether in comparison to other dragons or to people, they were beyond reproach. Let's not discuss how the Peacock Dragon or Yinglong fared, nor mention how exaggerated the chain-clad Emperor Sword Dragon appeared, just the three riders alone were truly unparalleled.
