NBA : Formidable Center

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"Wang Song! He grabs the offensive rebound over his opponent and slams the ball down over Brendan Haywood!"

"A ferocious attack! Haywood is sent sprawling to the floor!"

"The referee's whistle is silent! No foul on the play!"

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**Live Chat Comments:**

— **"Wow! That was absolutely brutal!"**

— **"This... is this the same gentle North Carolina freshman I used to know? He's like a completely different player!"**

— **"Poor Haywood. Couldn't Wang Song have gone a bit easier on a fellow North Carolina guy?"**

— **"Wang Song's demeanor today feels totally off. In preseason, he looked like a gentleman on the court. Now he's like a beast!"**

— **"Don't you get it? He's avenging Arenas' earlier showboating. Haywood's just collateral damage!"**

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**On the Court**

Brendan Haywood wobbled to his feet, clutching the back of his head. The world seemed to sway around him.

As a fellow 2001 draftee, Haywood had a strong bond with Kwame Brown, forming the "2001 Twin Towers" for the Wizards. However, seeing Jordan's hopeful gaze fixed on Kwame, Haywood began to resent his teammate slightly.

"Kwame, let's switch on defense!"

"Huh?"

Haywood's sudden request puzzled Kwame. But seeing his teammate rubbing the back of his head, he caught on.

"Alright!"

Despite the intimidating display from Wang Song earlier, Kwame understood this was what Jordan wanted to see.

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**On the Sidelines**

The once-drowsy Jordan was now wide awake, his eyes gleaming with interest after witnessing Wang Song's powerful dunk.

"This Asian kid... intriguing," he muttered.

Meanwhile, Wizards head coach Eddie Jordan had a complicated expression. An ominous feeling gnawed at him.

On the Knicks' bench, assistant coach Herb Sendek clenched his fists in silent celebration.

He was well aware of Wang Song's wild style of play, though the young player usually kept it hidden. In college games, Wang Song would've grabbed the rebound and passed it back out.

But today, there was something different about him—an unrelenting, almost primal energy.

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**The Game Resumes**

The Wizards regained possession.

Arenas brought the ball upcourt but hesitated as his gaze shifted to the Knicks' paint. Wang Song's mere presence radiated an oppressive aura, making it hard to consider attacking the basket.

Frustrated, Arenas glared at Kwame Brown, lamenting his teammate's lack of shooting range to stretch the floor.

Adapting, Arenas called for a screen and moved to the corner. After a quick crossover, he launched a mid-range floater.

Though Wang Song's towering frame didn't block the shot, his presence was enough to rattle Arenas, throwing off his rhythm.

**Clang!**

The ball bounced off the rim.

The Knicks secured the rebound and quickly transitioned to offense.

Wang Song's eyes immediately locked onto Steve Nash sprinting down the court.

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Song unleashed a full-court pass that sailed through the air like an arrow.

The crowd gasped.

A seven-footer executing a pinpoint long pass? It was a spectacle rarely seen in Madison Square Garden.

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**Audience Reaction**

"Too risky! Wang could've just passed to someone near midcourt!"

"What a waste! They had a solid defensive stop, only to throw it away on a hasty pass!"

The arena fell silent as the ball landed perfectly in front of Nash, leading him to the basket.

**BOOM!**

The Garden erupted with deafening cheers.

"Wang Song with a cross-court dime—a pass worthy of a maestro! Unbelievable!"

"The precision of that pass was poetry in motion. It led Nash perfectly to the basket, almost like Nash had become the receiver and Wang Song the quarterback."

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**Live Comments:**

— **"What the hell? His passing is better than most guards in the league!"**

— **"A good pass leads the player, not the other way around. Wang nailed it!"**

— **"When Wang made that pass, it felt like he was praying to the heavens. And his prayer was answered by Nash."**

— **"Imagine if Cleveland had drafted Wang instead. They must be kicking themselves right now."**

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**On the Sidelines**

Jordan's eyes widened in surprise, his expression contemplative. For the first time since retiring, he saw more than just a player in Wang Song—he saw potential.

Not far from Jordan, two Asian spectators watched Wang Song intently.

"This kid is special, Mr. Ding," said a bespectacled middle-aged man.

"Let's talk after the game, Zhao. It's too noisy here," Ding Zhong replied with a grin, his hands cupped around his mouth as he joined the crowd in cheering.

Zhao An, Anta's overseas marketing director, chuckled at his boss's enthusiasm.

Though here to scout talent for Anta, Zhao couldn't help but be swept up in the electrifying atmosphere of Madison Square Garden.

"This place... it's like New York's hottest nightclub but brighter and louder," he mused.

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**(To be continued)**