Damn, one person scored all the points in one period.
24 points, that number is simply terrifying.
The opponents are Han Xu's team, damn, they aren't rookies.
64:16!
Looking at this score, a group of city Presidents had their eyes bulging like cow eyes.
They really wanted to strangle Xiong Lin now.
Where the hell did they find this freak?
One person exhilarated the whole court; what was supposed to be a five-person team game turned into his solo show.
Whether watching on TV, streaming live, or being there in person, everyone was dumbstruck.
Unbelievable!
From the start, Zhang Fan had been driving the entire court, especially during this period—stealing, intercepting, dribbling, scoring!
The pace was simply maddening.
"Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan!"
At the moment the third period ended, all the spectators roared.
Ouyang Feng? Han Xu?
Compared to Zhang Fan, they were absolutely weak.
"One minute break!"
The referee said in astonishment, his eyes fixated on Zhang Fan.