Now that the improvement was done, Nash crossed his arms, staring proudly at the glowing stats.
Disorder shoot would be easier to use, right? Just imagining what this skill added to 100% stats for each shooting stats could do, Nash was impatient to turn the world upside-down.
But numbers didn't always mean everything.
He was the king in the street, but what about a real match?
What he really lacked was game time in a real match to experiment it.
Back then, before the System, he could barely last one quarter, maybe twenty minutes tops, before his being pulled out.
Now though, with his stamina stacked up like this, he should be able to run the whole game without falling apart. Right?
He wanted to believe it, but the thought of stepping onto the court with everything on the line made his stomach twist.
Victoria made it clear, he was the point of difference. That alone was heavy on the shoulders.
He chewed on the idea of dunking. Maybe that was the next wall to break.
