After pulling down the blocked ball, Wang Zelin immediately fired an outlet pass to captain Fan Songlin, launching a transition break.
Executing a crisp three-on-two fast break, Fan Songlin drew the lone defender and dished off to Zaid Abbas for an easy layin.
Fujian jumped out to an early 4–0 lead.
Refusing to accept defeat, Charles Dennis demanded the ball again as Shanxi brought it upcourt.
Reluctantly, his guard fed him the entry pass.
Tensions were already brewing among the Shanxi players—their foreign import was playing selfishly, but Dennis couldn’t care less.
He was here to cash a check, not make friends with domestic rookies.
I was just careless on that last play, Dennis thought bitterly.
There’s no way a local kid can stop me twice in a row.
Initiating another aggressive drive, Dennis easily blew past Zhao Tailong’s perimeter defense.
But as soon as he breached the lane, Wang Zelin was already waiting in the paint like an iron tower.
Equipped with the purple-diamond Shaquille O’Neal card, Zelin’s vernacular in English was effortlessly authentic.
He stared down the approaching forward and taunted in fluent American slang: “Come on, you ugly bastard!
Bring it inside and try dunking on me again if you think you’ve got what it takes!” Dennis froze for a split second, his face darkening.
What?
Did this kid just call me ugly?
Back home, I’m considered a handsome guy!
Insult my basketball skills if you want for the money, but insult my looks?
Hell no!
Fired up with indignation, Dennis took two powerful strides into the key, cocked the ball back with his right hand, and launched himself toward the rim for a violent slam.
Zelin anchored his posture under the basket, tracking Dennis’s movement with laser focus.
Timing his vertical leap to perfection, Zelin exploded upward.
While his raw vertical jump was modest, his massive 228 cm wingspan created an inescapable wall of contest.
Realizing mid-air that he was about to get rejected again, Dennis frantically tried to adjust, shifting from a power dunk into a double-pump reverse layup.
But he vastly underestimated Zelin’s reach.
SMACK!
In front of over 4,000 roaring fans, Zelin’s massive palm swatted the basketball clean out of bounds.
With only four seconds left on Shanxi’s shot clock, captain Duan Jiangpeng was forced to throw up a desperate, contested jumper that clanked off the back iron.
On Fujian’s next possession, point guard Xie Yacai brought the ball over half-court and called for a high pick-and-roll with Zelin.
As Shanxi defender Lu Xiaoming tried to hedge, Xie Yacai lofted a high entry pass straight into Zelin, who had sealed his defender on the left block.
Guarding Zelin in the post was Shanxi center Shang Ping—standing just 205 cm with an overall rating of 45.
Zelin backed him down with two punishing shoulder bumps, sending the undersized center staggering backward.
Activating his Silver-tier talent skill, Sheed’s Wrath (+4 to Dunk, Vertical, and Jump Repeat for 3 seconds), Zelin pivoted, cleared space with his elbows, and shattered the rim with a two-handed power dunk!
BOOM!
The physical disparity was overwhelming.
To Shanxi’s frontcourt, Zelin was an unstoppable force in the paint.
Demoralized inside, Shanxi abandoned the post altogether, settling for contested perimeter jump shots.
Meanwhile, Fujian played disciplined inside-out basketball.
Head Coach Fan Bin ran the offense directly through Zelin on nearly every half-court possession—a tactical system similar to Yao Ming’s early Shanghai Sharks era under Li Qiuping.
By anchoring the offense, Zelin honed his low-post passing and floor-mapping vision, orchestrating open looks for his perimeter shooters whenever double-teams arrived.
When the final buzzer sounded, Shanxi’s nightmare evening finally came to an end.
148–89!
A staggering 59-point blowout victory!
The 59-point margin tied for the third-largest blowout in CBA regular-season history.
For the Shanxi players, it was a humiliating ordeal that etched their names into the league’s record books for all the wrong reasons.
Duan Jiangpeng, who managed 13 points, 1 assist, and 3 turnovers, looked at his shell-shocked teammates with red-rimmed eyes.
Wiping a tear from his cheek, the team captain choked out softly, “Let’s go…
let me get you guys home.” As the defeated road team slunk back to their locker room, Jinjiang Zuchang Gymnasium erupted into a wall of sound.
“MVP!
MVP!
MVP!” Over 4,000 home fans rose to their feet, chanting in unison for the giant wearing jersey number 36.
And his debut numbers spoke for themselves: 55 points, 28 rebounds, 4 blocks, and 3 assists!
Sitting in the lower bowl, Zelin’s parents watched their son dominate the floor.
Overcome with pride, his father stood up, gesturing excitedly toward the court and shouting to the surrounding crowd: “Look at number 36!
That’s my son!
That’s my boy out there!” PLAYER PROFILE & SYSTEM METRICS Name: Wang Zhelin (King) Team: Fujian Quanzhou Bank First Team Jersey Number: #36 | Position: Center Debut Game Stats: 55 PTS | 28 REB | 4 BLK | 3 AST ACTIVE TALENTS & CARDS Primary Legend Card: Shaquille O’Neal (Purple-Diamond Tier) Equipped Skill: Sheed’s Wrath (Silver Tier) — +4 Dunking, Vertical, and Jump Frequency upon post-up activation for 3 seconds.
OVERALL RATING: 63 (Fringe NBA Rotation / CBA Elite Dominance)