Mr. Den explained the rules to the two players gathered at the half-court. After that, he gave a remark to them so that they would have a clean fight.
"Just do what your usual doings. Also, showing your skills here is enough." He said in a deep tone.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The sound of the ball hitting the surface spread throughout the area. Yes, Jorle dribbled the ball to check its quality. Then, he moved toward the free throw line to shoot it. By doing this, they can determine who will have the ball possession first.
"I don't care even though you are a lowly student of this University. But you should make sure that you will give me an interesting fight." Jorle warned him, then smoothly released the ball.
"Yeah."
Swoosh!
The ball was slowly elevating in the mid-air, and eventually, score the ball without touching the rim. Well, doing a free throw shot wasn't hard for him since they practiced it every day. Or to put it simply, Mr. Den told them making their free throw shots was one of the keys to winning the game.
Mr. Den took the ball, then assigned the two of them to stand near the three-point area. "Jorle would have the ball first." He informed them, then fetch the ball to Jorle. "You can start."
He blew the whistle hanged on his neck, signifying that the battle between the two young men started.
Jorle was dribbling the ball and seriously looking at Ling's eyes. "I didn't know why coach Den and Hary had a high expectation from you. However, I never use to show any mercy to my opponent."
Jorle did a crossover left and right. After that, he made a hesitation to confuse his opponent. When he managed to have separation, Jorle toward the basket.
Of course, Ling was following him by doing lateral defense. With that, he can maintain his distance from Jorle.
"He's fast. But..."
As soon as Jorle near the basket, he used his bulky body to push him back. After that, he straightened his arm as he made an easy layup.
Swoosh!
The ball touched the board before entering the rim. "That's one zero, right?" Jorle asked him and smiled maliciously.
Ling was blinking his eyes in surprise, didn't expect his opponent would become aggressive at the very beginning. Or to be exact, starting his pacing in a more physical way.
Nice shot!
Keep it going, Jorle!
Pressure that man, and don't let to have any scores!
The cheer of the women and his teammates filled the area.
'He knew the basics and was aware of how to use maximize his bulky body. I'm surprised. ' Ling said inwardly and glanced at Jorle as he was saying something.
"That's the only thing you have? How can you stop me if you can't withstand a simple bump?" He asked.
He picked up the ball and positioned himself again outside of the three-point line. The rules here were once the player scores, he would have possession of the ball and reset it in the designated place.
Ling just frowned his brows, "Yeah, you are quite good, I give you that." He said nonchalantly, didn't care even though his opponent led by one point.
Because of his words, Jorle felt insulted as he thought Ling was looking down on him. "You have high expectations of yourself, so it would be better if I destroyed that as soon as possible.
Jorle was dribbling the ball again with the same movement, confident that this man can't catch up with his pacing even though he saw it once.
Crossover to the left and crossover to the right, doing everything he could just to have a large distance with Ling. When the moment he noticed Ling was still closer to him, it can't be helped he have to use his body.
Ling crossed his arms knowing Jorle might use his elbows to create space. Aside from that, every time their bodies were making a contact, Ling was purposely stepping back to destroy his opponent's footing.
'What the hell is going on? How is it so easy?' Jorle uttered to his mind, then bumped once again before he shoot.
He raised his arms as he was aiming for them. When he was about to release the ball, suddenly, Ling immediately swiped the ball out of his hands. He then spun around and did a double-clutch layup.
Swish!
Well, Ling doesn't have to reset the ball at the three-point area since he stole it from Jorle. The only thing they should remember once the player manages to shoot the ball and touch the rim, that was the time when they have to reset it, to fully take over possession of the ball.
The entire place was covered by deafening silence as none of them except Ling could get easily score against Jorle.
Mr. Den had a broad smile on his face as he fully witnessed how Ling enlarged their distance in just a blink of an eye. To explain it, when Ling swiped the ball, he lowered his body and ran towards the basket. Of course, he was well aware Jorle would surely chase him to block the ball, that's why he went in the other direction to lure him.
"That's one for me."
Ling calmly said, then picked the ball that was bouncing under the basket. He then went outside of the three-point line.
Now, Ling was on the attack side and Jorle was defensive side. Moreover, Ling was well-informed that this man would take this match seriously from now on, so he must not lower his guard at all costs.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Ling was smoothly dribbling the tempo, tuning the tempo of this match. At the same time, he was looking at Jorle's eyes as it was the best way to find out his next movements.
If his intuition was right, probably Jorle would charge at him and do everything to steal the ball. Plus, Jorle surely felt insulted after Ling easily get a score from him.
Swoosh!
Ling used his body to push him back, however, Jorle's muscles were ready for this that's why he didn't step back even an inch.
Thud!
At first, Jorle was trying to steal the ball with his hand, however, Ling was making fun of him by using the ball, so he pushed him to the point he fell to the ground.
Brr!
Mr. Den immediately intervened. "What are you doing, Jorle? If this happens again, Ling would replace your position in this team." He warned him.
"Sorry, Coach. I slipped."
Soon, the battle between them started again. Since Ling didn't like Jorle's sportsmanship, he wanted to humiliate him to everyone. Yes, pounced and dunk once again.
"That's two, idiot."