Chapter Twenty-Seven: Forfeited!

“Am I seeing things, or did that fat guy really just dunk?”
“That fat guy actually dunked!”
“It’s unbelievable—how can someone with that build have such terrifying explosive power? And he jumped so high!”
“No wonder Number One High let that fat guy on the court, now Number Four is in real trouble!”
The entire audience was in an uproar. Every single person stared at Chen Feng in disbelief. That ferocious dunk of his was like a thunderous warning, intimidating everyone present.

Dunking isn’t something you can just do on a whim. It requires natural ability and years of training. Maybe, with Zhang Ke’s physical build, he could have done it, but he’d never undergone that kind of training.

After all, Number Four High is a school that focuses on academics, not athletics. Across the province, there are a handful of high schoolers who can dunk, but they’re all athletes who have trained since childhood. Most of them attend sports schools, and the sports schools in Jiangzhou City aren’t even the best—those are in other cities. Moreover, those athletes don’t compete in Jiangzhou’s basketball tournaments, or it would simply be a one-sided massacre.

The game continued, but Number Four High had already lost their momentum. The pressure from Chen Feng’s ruthless dunk was too much—simple, brutal, and it shattered their confidence completely.

Less than ten minutes into the game, the score had already widened to over a hundred points. Even if Number Four managed to score, there was no way to reverse their decline; their fighting spirit was gone.

Chen Feng realized he’d underestimated his own ability—or perhaps overestimated the strength of Number Four High. If they’d kept up their previous momentum, even with a hundred-point lead, things wouldn’t have been so easy.

But now, they’d lost the will to fight, their spirit utterly crushed.

Should he go easy on them?

The thought flashed through Chen Feng’s mind, but he quickly remembered that if he held back, he’d earn fewer achievement points. Why hold back, then?

With that thought, Chen Feng once again slammed the basketball into the hoop.

The crowd erupted!

Most of the spectators went wild, cheering and screaming for Chen Feng, pushing the game to its climax.

The students from Number Four High, however, stood frozen. Never before had they so desperately wished for a game to end quickly. This was utter humiliation—deep, profound humiliation.

They were last year’s runners-up, yet now they trailed by more than a hundred points before the first half had even ended. But there was nothing they could do. Chen Feng didn’t just possess basketball skills—his physical prowess was extraordinary, and his vision, reflexes, and coordination were all far superior.

He played with the technique of an NBA enforcer, and his physical qualities, vision, reflexes, and coordination left them in the dust. Compared to these high schoolers, it was like bullying elementary school students.

“I’m done!” Zhang Ke suddenly cursed loudly, slamming the basketball to the ground and storming off the court.

He quit?

Everyone was momentarily stunned, but quickly understood. This was a one-sided slaughter, and Chen Feng had left an indelible scar on Zhang Ke’s psyche. The game was simply too suffocating.

There was no chance to fight back at all—it was a complete rout.

Seeing Zhang Ke leave, the other players exchanged glances, and then, as if reaching a silent agreement, left the court together.

“What are you doing?” Seeing them go, Number Four High’s coach, Du Guang, jumped up anxiously. “Come back! Get back here!”

“Come back for what? I’m not playing anymore!” Zhang Ke roared in anger.

Du Guang was taken aback. The players ignored him and left the court. The remaining substitutes glanced at each other in dismay.

Du Guang hesitated, then pointed at one of the substitutes. “Wang Teng, get in there!”

“Me?” Wang Teng looked dumbfounded. After a long pause, he replied hesitantly, “Coach, maybe I shouldn’t go. I’d only embarrass myself out there.”

“You—!” Du Guang glared at Wang Teng. “You’re not going?”

“Coach, I really can’t. They’re too strong. Even if I go up, I’ll just lose. Maybe… let someone else try.”

Wang Teng’s voice grew smaller and smaller as he saw the defeated looks on the other substitutes’ faces.

Normally, they’d jump at the chance to play, even if it meant losing, just for the opportunity to show off. But this wasn’t about winning or losing anymore. Going out there meant getting crushed, with no hope of victory.

Du Guang was about to explode. What kind of situation was this, that no one wanted to play?

“Damn it, how did Number One High produce such a monster? His basketball skills and physique are terrifying—and he’s fat, of all things!” All Du Guang felt now was defeat.

“It’s not that we lost to Number One High,” he consoled himself. “We just lost to that fat guy.” He walked slowly to the referee and said, with resignation, “Sorry, we forfeit.”

Forfeit.

This was the first time in the history of Jiangzhou’s high school basketball league that a team had forfeited.

Forfeit.

They actually forfeited!

When the announcer shouted the word, the entire stands were shaken, but most of the audience understood. Everyone felt a deep sympathy for Number Four High.

Chen Feng’s basketball skill and physical prowess were just too overwhelming.

It was humiliation of the deepest kind.

It wasn’t that Number Four was incompetent—it was that Chen Feng was simply too dominant.

So they forfeited?

Chen Feng still felt a sense of unfinished business. He’d only pulled ahead by about 180 points and was planning to break 300.

But a forfeit was a forfeit.

Chen Feng shook his head slightly, then opened the Extraction System. A faint smile appeared on his face—twenty-eight achievement points. He’d had eight before, and now, after this match, he’d gained twenty.

It was less than he expected, but then, there weren’t many spectators—fewer even than his first match against Lin Hang. Fewer than a hundred people. Still, his performance today was far more dazzling, and the audience was that much more shocked, so the achievement points reflected that.

Less than fifty people contributed twenty achievement points. For Chen Feng, this was a huge haul—the kind of bountiful harvest that was rare. Last time, beating Lin Hang in front of the whole school had only netted him twenty points, and there’d been far more spectators then.

A pity, really. If there’d been more people, and if he’d performed even better, he might have been able to extract a full version of the Captain America super-soldier serum.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng shook his head.

(Thank you all for your continued support! As for the basketball match, I won’t go into too much explanation. If Michael Jordan played against high schoolers, wouldn’t it be the same kind of one-sided massacre? With the protagonist, I’ve set not just basketball skills but also terrifying physical attributes and more, though I haven’t detailed all of it to avoid bogging down the story. In the end, web novels are meant to be fun and entertaining, so let’s not get hung up on the details. I sincerely ask for your continued support for Feng Shao!)