Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 388

Chapter 388: Chapter 388 RAM
“Welcome to the NBA Playoffs, first series of the season!”

“It’s the Parkland Knights versus the defending champions, the Velez Meteors!”

“Will Mr. Perfect, Ross Oakley, maintain his flawless streak and deliver yet another perfect game, or will his winning run finally come to an end against the reigning champs?”

“Let’s watch and find out!”

The commentators’ excitement reverberated across the arena as fans packed the stands, eager for the highly anticipated matchup.

The Velez Meteors, last year’s champions, were determined to defend their title and set the stage for a potential back-to-back championship.

Their fans were equally motivated, holding onto the dream of achieving the elusive three-peat if they could claim the championship again next year.

For the Meteors’ fans, this first playoff series wasn’t just a game—it was a statement.

Beating the Parkland Knights and their teenage phenom, Ross Oakley, would send a message to the entire league: the champs were still on top.

The energy in the arena was electric, with chants and cheers from both sides filling the air.

However, the odds told a different story. Betting lines were 7 to 3 in favor of the underdog Parkland Knights.

While it might seem counterintuitive to bet against the reigning champions, those numbers weren’t baseless.

Ross Oakley’s performances throughout the Play-In Tournament had been nothing short of miraculous.

In every game, Ross had been flawless—no missed shots, no wasted opportunities.

He led his team not only in scoring but also in assists, blocks, and steals, showcasing a level of dominance that had never been seen before.

For many, the thought of the Knights losing while Ross was healthy and playing at his current level seemed impossible.

“Ross Oakley has turned basketball into a science,” one commentator remarked.

“He’s a machine out there, and it’s hard to imagine anyone stopping him right now.”

“That may be true, but the Meteors are the reigning champs for a reason,” another replied.

“They’ve been in pressure situations like this before, and they know how to win. The question is, can they contain Ross Oakley?”

As the players took to the court for the opening tip-off, the tension in the arena reached its peak.

The fans of the Meteors were loud and passionate, waving banners and shouting chants in support of their team.

On the other hand, the Knights’ supporters, though fewer in number, matched their energy with chants of “Let’s go, Ross!”

Ross stood at the center of the court, his expression calm and focused.

He could feel the weight of the expectations on him—not just from his team or fans, but from the entire league.

Yet, there was no fear in his heart, no doubt in his mind. He knew his abilities, and he trusted in his team.

As the whistle blew and the ball was tossed into the air, the game officially began.

The first possession went to the Meteors, who were quick to set the tone with an aggressive drive to the basket.

Their strategy was clear—they were here to intimidate and dominate.

But Ross Oakley had other plans. In the next few minutes, he showed exactly why the odds were in his favor.

He blocked two shots, stole the ball mid-pass, and sank a perfect three-pointer from way beyond half-court. The crowd erupted in disbelief.

“It’s only the first quarter, and Ross Oakley is already making his presence felt!”

The defending champs might have been favored by history, but Ross Oakley was rewriting it in real time.

The battle between the Parkland Knights and the Velez Meteors had just begun, but it was clear to everyone watching: this wasn’t going to be an ordinary playoff series.

***

Halftime came, and, as many had anticipated, Ross and his Parkland Knights led the game with a comfortable 23-point cushion.

Ross remained perfect, not missing a single shot, continuing his streak of dominance.

It felt like a script out of a movie that fans had seen play out countless times before.

In the stands, those who had bet on Ross and the Knights were already celebrating.

“Hahaha! Fools! Don’t they know Ross is the GOAT? They should just throw in the towel and go home! My money’s already in the bag, baby!” one man laughed loudly, his confidence shared by many around him.

The Parkland Knights had gained an army of bandwagon fans, people who were easily converted by Ross’s brilliance on the court.

His unprecedented performance had left a mark on the basketball world; no one had ever seen a player dominate the game like Ross Oakley.

But for the fans of the Velez Meteors, this was nothing short of a nightmare.

Their team—last year’s champions—was being humiliated, and they were helpless to stop it.

Meanwhile, on the Meteors’ bench, tension boiled over.

One of their players, a veteran known for his aggressive style and willingness to do whatever it took to win, approached the coach.

“Coach, put me in. I can guard Ross Oakley and shut him down for good,” the player said, his voice dripping with determination.

The coach narrowed his eyes, knowing full well the type of player he was dealing with.

“What are you planning to do?” he asked cautiously but didn’t press further. The coach had seen this player resort to questionable tactics in the past.

“Relax, Coach,” the player replied with a smirk.

“I’ll stay within the lines… mostly.”

The coach hesitated but ultimately nodded.

“Alright, but don’t overdo it. That kid’s the NBA’s new boy wonder. You’ll get a lot of heat if you cross the line.”

The player grinned and headed to the scorer’s table.

Beep!

The whistle blew, signaling the start of the second half. The determined player took his place on the court, locking eyes with Ross.

From the very first possession, it was clear that he was giving everything to shut Ross down.

He stayed glued to Ross, sticking so close that there was barely an inch of space between them.

Despite the shorter height, the player was a skilled defender, and his relentless energy caught Ross’s attention.

But Ross, as always, remained calm and composed. He knew how to deal with defenders who played physical.

Then it happened. Ross caught the ball at the three-point line, took a smooth jump shot, and as he landed, he felt something off.

Crack!

“Ahhhhhhh!” Someone shouted on the court.

The referee’s whistle blew immediately as players and coaches rushed onto the court.

Fans gasped in shock, many covering their mouths as they watched a player clutched his leg in visible agony.

“What just happened?!” one commentator exclaimed.