I'm a Boxing Master, Yet Jordan Begs Me to Play in the NBA

[No System + No Female Lead + Hard-Hitting Action + Bullish Enforcer + Makes the Whole League Cry] A boxing champion in his previous life, he is reborn as a Chinese-American center with explosive physical gifts in the 1991 NBA. Standing 2.13 meters tall, with Thanos-level strength and a godlike ability to spot the human body's vital points. You say you're a superstar? To me, your whole body is full of openings! He teaches a hothead a lesson at a tryout, wins the favor of the Zen Master, and signs with the Bulls. In this iron-blooded era of collisions between giants, Zhang Ye uses his fists to tell everyone: “The paint is my private territory. Trespassers die!” The Four Centers? The Utah twin terrors? The Bad Boy Pistons? He crushes them all! His defense is brutal, and his dazzling footwork leaves the whole court in the dust. Zhang Ye: “I came to the NBA for only three things: winning games, fighting, and taking the championship!”