Zhang Fan moved forward, Ouyang Feng moved back, Ouyang Feng moved forward, Zhang Fan moved forward, Ouyang Feng moved back again.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
At that time, everyone felt that Zhong Tianchen and Su Haoran were simply too weak.
As soon as they made a move, their balls were intercepted, and their layups were blocked. None of that matched the current thrilling struggle between Zhang Fan and Ouyang Feng.
Two minutes had passed. Ouyang Feng's forehead was already covered with a dense layer of sweat.
Advancing and retreating, the muscles of the entire body burst into action. Although it was only two minutes, the intensity of the movement was more exhausting than running five kilometers.
Meanwhile, Zhang Fan remained vigorous, not even short of breath.
Although his speed was faster than Ouyang Feng's, Ouyang Feng's experience was much greater. Moreover, every one of Ouyang Feng's movements was deceptive.
