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Chapter 372 Rising Dragon Fist! Sweeping Leg!

"Cheer up, guys, there's still time. Stay focused on defense, play well on offense, and we still have a chance to turn things around!"

will win.

And there's a Game 7!!!

"We are the defending champions, we have a strong foundation, we are the strongest team in the league!"

"We will win the championship again!"

Phil Jackson, the "Zen Master," roared wildly from the sidelines, risking warnings from the referees to continuously encourage his players.

But... Artest's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't hear a single word.

After each game, my bones felt like they were falling apart, and I was in so much pain that I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

In addition to physical injuries.

He was knocked down, dunked on, blocked and blocked, shot in the face, and ridiculed by fans time and time again.

The psychological insults were countless.

It's clearly defense at the DPOY level.

But Su Yan pinned him to the ground and humiliated him by stepping on his head time and time again.

If you still can't match the victory, you can't win the championship.

Who could tolerate that?!

Few people could bear it.

At least... Artest, a "bad guy" who has never been one to swallow his pride, couldn't handle it.

He has endured too much and for too long in order to win the championship.

Now that we're definitely not going to win the championship, it doesn't matter anymore; there's no need to wait any longer.

Su Yan, who successfully made a layup and widened the gap to 23 points once again, remained calm and played the last 5 minutes with composure.

He will not let his guard down until the time runs out.

After scoring, return to the court normally.

He glanced at Artest, who was standing there dumbfounded like a fool, out of the corner of his eye, but ignored him.

Walk past him.

Just as the two were about to pass each other, Artest stepped forward, and their chests collided, pressing against each other.

Why did you hit me?!

Artest spoke coldly.

Su Yan: ? ? ?

No, buddy, didn't you just walk right into this?

Who taught him this skill of turning the tables?

Too lazy to complain, too lazy to argue, or perhaps Su Yan had already gotten used to Artest's unreasonable troublemaking.

As long as it's not excessive and remains within reasonable basketball limits, it's fine.

He endured quite a few times in this series.

Winning the championship is the most important thing.

After all... getting to this point wasn't just about winning the championship for himself, but also for all the Knicks players.

It would be inappropriate to make everyone suffer the consequences because of one's own impulsive actions.

This is not something a leader should do.

No rebuttal, no response, no attention.

Su Yan didn't even glance at him, stepping aside to continue his return to the field.

But Artest wasn't about to let it go. He followed again, stopped Su Yan, and questioned him in an even colder tone: "I'm asking you why you hit me?!"

"Go to the Fourth Hospital if you're sick!"

They were repeatedly provoked.

Su Yan's eyes flashed with displeasure, but he still didn't intend to take it seriously. He gave a light hum and prepared to leave again.

result.

Artest suddenly shoved Su Yan hard, with tremendous force, clearly intentional.

Caught off guard, Su Yan took a few steps back.

He was still holding back, for the sake of the championship, for the players' championship, without retaliating, but instead raising his arms and looking at the referee.

So you mean, you're not even bragging about this?

"Beep!"

Without saying a word, the referee gave Artest a technical foul.

However... Artest, completely unable to contain his anger, heard the referee's technical foul whistle.

Instead, it became completely red and warm.

Losing one's mind.

Totally furious.

As Su Yan turned to look at the referee and exchanged glances with him.

Enraged, Artest transformed into a "thug," raising his clenched right fist and charging towards Su Yan.

Take two steps at a time.

They were already close by, and in the blink of an eye, Artest rushed in front of Su Yan and punched him in the head.

Not at all veiled.

They didn't try to avoid the referee's line of sight at all.

He directly confronted Su Yan, openly declaring his intention to beat him up, thus venting the frustration and dissatisfaction accumulated throughout the entire series.

Despite this frustration and dissatisfaction, it was all within the rules of basketball, and entirely due to his own inferior skills.

That concludes the long explanation.

In fact... Artest, who had long planned to fight and vent his anger, rushed over in the blink of an eye.

He threw a punch.

Su Yan didn't react at first, and by the time he realized it, there was no time to dodge or resist.

hum~

The pupils shrank suddenly.

Su Yan instinctively raised his right arm to withstand Artest's heavy punch.

"Dengdengdeng!"

Like a sneak attack, a powerful punch forced Su Yan, who was unprepared for the attack, to retreat three steps once again.

That's how I managed to steady myself.

This sneak attack, a powerful punch aimed directly at the face, is extremely dangerous.

Fortunately... it was a close call.

But Artest's repeated provocations thoroughly enraged Su Yan!

If the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you think I'm a sick cat?

"You fucking deserve to die!"

A cold glint flashed in Su Yan's eyes. "Addicted? You really think I won't take action, that I won't dare to beat you up on the final match point?!"

"So what?!"

Artest raised his fist again and roared, "I don't care what you think! I've put up with you for too long, you bastard!"

The championship is yours.

But you'll have to skin me alive!!!

sound off.

Artest, having swung his fist, charged at Su Yan once again.

"what!"

Su Yan laughed angrily, "Yeah, you've been holding back for a long time, and I've been putting up with you for a long time too!!!"

If you want war, then let's fight!!!

With a twist of his palm, he clenched his fist, and with a jerk of his arm, Su Yan calmly raised his fist.

As Artest's fist came again, he threw a punch.

"boom!"

Their fists suddenly collided.

Just one punch.

Su Yan's expression remained calm and composed, while Artest's pupils dilated first, and then his face was covered with a mask of pain.

He quickly withdrew his fist, and the completely numb fist felt as if his knuckles were shattering, causing his mouth to twitch violently.

but.

He didn't even have time to cry out in pain.

Completely enraged, Su Yan charged forward this time, determined to fight to the death!

"Go to hell!"

With gritted teeth, Artest raised his uninjured left fist and slammed it hard into Su Yan's face once again.

The extent to which each punch could seriously injure someone was only...

"too slow!"

Su Yan snorted, slightly turned his body, and easily dodged.

Su Yan, whose talents in speed, explosiveness, strength, and jumping are all maxed out, is also extremely agile.

Even the defenders aren't as agile as him.

Moreover, Artest is a small forward.

He easily dodged his punch and instantly closed in on Artest, delivering a straight punch to his stomach.

It looks unremarkable.

The force of a 220kg bench press gives his punch incredible destructive power!

"Ahhh!"

Artest's pupils widened, and he instinctively bent over, unable to hold back the pain, letting out a painful cry.

The sound had just been made.

Su Yan pulled his fist away from the man's stomach, changed direction and swung it upwards with undiminished force.

Rising Dragon Fist!

A solid punch landed on Artest's chin!