NBA: GIANT KILLING

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"How is this even possible?"

"Oh my God, that little guy dunked on that tall dude!"

For a moment, the entire arena fell into stunned silence, as if struggling to process what had just happened. Then, like a dam bursting, the cheers erupted—a tidal wave of noise that shook the building.

Before tip-off, everyone in the crowd had come expecting a Bosh highlight reel.

This was Georgia Tech versus Aina Academy. A powerhouse against a no-name program. A mismatch. A formality.

Especially when they saw that tiny, 5'9" Asian guy warming up, the result felt like a foregone conclusion. Most assumed it would be a massacre.

But now?

The biggest problem in the basketball court wasn't Bosh.

It was him.

That little guy.

Jack couldn't guard Oliver one-on-one. It wasn't even a contest—it was a domination.

Help defense? Useless. Oliver danced around it like a shadow slipping through cracks.

Bosh? Posterized.

And now?

Oliver stood at the free-throw line, utterly composed. His breathing steady, his hands loose. He had just delivered a thunderous dunk over one of the best big men in college basketball. And yet, he looked… calm.

As if he had always belonged here.

As if this moment was inevitable.

The referee bounced the ball to him. With a smooth motion, Oliver sank the free throw.

And-one.

—

"Hey man, who do you think is winning this game?"

Tony smirked as he nudged his colleague across the table.

David's expression was rigid, his jaw tight.

At the start, he had no doubt Georgia Tech would cruise to victory.

But now?

That 5'9" kid was wreaking havoc. And worst of all—

He was making it look easy.

David exhaled sharply. "Don't get cocky. Georgia Tech is still leading. The one who laughs last is the real winner."

On paper, he wasn't wrong.

The scoreboard read 15-18. Georgia Tech still led by three.

But here was the terrifying part—

Of Aina Academy's 15 points, Oliver had scored 10.

It was an absurd scoring output.

But also a glaring weakness.

Aina Academy's offense was built around one player.

And that was dangerous.

One man, no matter how talented, couldn't carry a team alone. Not forever.

Eventually, fatigue would set in. His legs would slow. His shots would start coming up short.

At least—that's what David believed.

What he didn't know was that Oliver's conditioning was inhuman.

Despite the system's stat boosts—Oliver did not purely rely on it. In fact he had been obsessed with endurance.

Ever since unlocking the Iverson template, he had dedicated himself to outlasting everyone. He didn't just practice shooting, dribbling, and finishing.

He trained his lungs. His legs. His ability to keep going long after others broke down.

So when David spoke about fatigue catching up?

Tony just chuckled.

"Haha, let's watch and see."

—

On the court, Bosh's expression darkened.

This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

They were a top-ranked program playing a low-tier school.

This should have been a walkover.

Yet here he was—getting dunked on.

This wasn't a joke anymore.

"That 5'9" kid… we have to lock him down."

Bosh turned to his coach, expecting the adjustment.

The coach eyes hardened and he then made a sharp hand signal.

Georgia Tech's defense had multiple schemes, but one was reserved for elite players.

Double-teaming.

It was a strategy meant for NCAA superstars.

For future NBA lottery picks.

Not a 5'9" nobody.

But at this moment?

The coach didn't care.

They weren't about to let some tiny guard embarrass them any longer.

And his other players?

Especially Jack, who had been getting torched?

They were more than happy to comply.

—

The shift was immediate.

Every time Oliver touched the ball—BOOM.

Two defenders collapsed on him.

One in front. One behind.

Their tall frames formed a cage of limbs.

Now, there was no space. No clear driving lanes.

Oliver tried to dribble out of it—but the walls closed in.

Even if he forced his way through, it would cost him an enormous amount of energy.

—

In the stands, the basketball-savvy fans were outraged.

"Are you serious? Double-teaming a guy that short? This is some unbelievable basketball!"

"Two-on-one? More like three-on-one!"

"A 5'9" college player getting NBA-level defense? This is unprecedented!"

Unlike NBA crowds, these spectators didn't have home team loyalty.

They just wanted to see greatness.

And tonight?

Oliver was giving them a show.

Greatness was him.

Slowly but surely, the crowd had switched sides.

They weren't here for Georgia Tech anymore.

They were here for him.

The energy in the building was electric.

And in that moment—

Oliver struck.

A quick crossover—sharp, sudden, devastating.

Harris, the small forward, stumbled.

And Oliver EXPLODED forward.

A lightning bolt in sneakers.

"DEFENSE! DEFENSE!"

Georgia Tech's coach was screaming from the sidelines, his voice raw with frustration.

Were they really being forced into these desperate tactics?

Or was he just pissed that even those weren't working?

Oliver was blazing down the court.

Only one man was fast enough to react.

Bosh.

—

Bosh had been watching him all game.

He had anticipated this moment.

He sprinted to the three-point line, planting himself in Oliver's path.

"You're not getting past me!" he roared, locking into a defensive stance.

So far, every single head-to-head battle between them had ended with Bosh losing.

And he was pissed.

But Oliver?

He was grinning.

Bosh losing his cool?

That was exactly what Oliver wanted.

This time, he didn't attack the rim.

He had something else in mind.

20% of the Harden template remained inside his body. He also never stopped practicing his moves and trying to recreate the feeling.

And in this moment?

You could feel the Beard's presence on the court.

Oliver knew what to do next.

A three-pointer was the best weapon.

—

Oliver faked a drive left.

Bosh bit. Hard.

Realizing his mistake, Bosh desperately tried to recover—

Too late.

Oliver stepped back.

Bosh lunged.

The ball was already in the air.

Swish.

—

He had broken the double-team.

He had blown past the defense.

And now—he had buried a step-back three over Bosh.

The crowd lost it.

"OLI!

"OLI!

"OLI!"

Their chants rained down like thunder.

The impossible had happened.

And somehow—

It felt like Georgia Tech was playing on enemy's ground.