diskusbooks Chapter 340: Spitting Blood and the Logo, Violence and Elegance!
Chapter 340: Spitting Blood and the Logo, Violence and Elegance!
"Snapped!"
Criticism is just criticism.
Noisy enough.
Both players gave it their all in the battle for the ball, but the more talented Bynum got there first and swatted the basketball away.
Pau Gasol received the ball and passed it to Kobe Bryant, who dribbled it across half-court and initiated the Lakers' first offensive play of the Finals.
We arrived at the right-side arc apex.
Just as he was about to take on Wilson Chandler one-on-one, Curry closed in.
His eyes narrowed.
One step of acceleration, one step of sudden stop.
"Stab!"
Emergency stop.
Without shaking off Wilson Chandler and with Curry not coming to the rescue, he made an unreasonable fadeaway jumper!
"Ahhh!"
Wilson roared as he closed in, delivering a perfectly positioned and extreme defensive performance that seemed to greatly disrupt Kobe's defense.
"Shh!"
But the crisp sound of it penetrating still rang out.
Your backbend had no wine, yet I was drunk as a dog.
Kobe hits an unstoppable fadeaway jumper.
"OMG! I really tried my best!"
Wilson held his head, somewhat helpless.
David Lee stepped forward to comfort him, "It's okay, you defended very well. That's Kobe, just like Su Yan, he can't be stopped."
At least... we can't do it.
Just do your best.
"clear."
Wilson nodded, his gaze towards Kobe becoming even more serious.
Even if he can't stop it, he plans to give it even stronger defensive interference in the next round.
[Knicks 0:2 Lakers]
The "Black Mamba" gave the Lakers a winning start with his signature fadeaway jumper.
Switch to offense.
Curry pushed forward, facing Fisher's onslaught of defense, first set a screen for Su Yan, shook him off, and rushed out to the right.
Kobe stepped in.
There were no opportunities to attack.
No rush... With a back pass, the basketball is back in Su Yan's hands, and Artest immediately chases after him.
"boom!"
Say nothing.
The first thing they did was confront them, with the thugs charging at them.
Su Yan remained completely still.
At the end of the season, Su Yan was not afraid of Artest's confrontation at all, and now [Iron Bones lv2] has further enhanced his strength.
This little clash!
Are you tickling me?
He gave a sarcastic snort.
Su Yan showed no mercy, charging straight at Su Yan as he went down the ball, without any probing, engaging in a violent confrontation from the outset.
"boom!"
After a heavy confrontation, Artest felt a violent tremor in his chest, and the pain spread rapidly to his brainstem, causing his lips to twitch uncontrollably.
"This power?!"
Artest was shocked.
Without thinking too much, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, tensed his whole body, and took the initiative to meet Su Yan's attack once again.
"Damn it! The thing I fear least is confrontation!"
Artest charged forward with a roar.
Su Yan smiled dismissively.
"boom!"
The two bodies collided violently once again, and Artest, who had taken the initiative, was already suspected of committing a foul.
The results of it? !
It was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
He couldn't stop Su Yan at all, and was completely thrown backward, stumbling and nearly falling, looking extremely disheveled.
The essential.
The sharp pain in his chest made him wear a mask of agony, and he felt listless all over.
"Whoosh!"
Su Yan accelerated, turned to look at Artest, and rushed past him, leaving the latter unable to keep up.
"Humph!"
Bynum snorted coldly under the basket, already prepared to defend, ready to deliver a massive block to Su Yan.
Su Yan was completely unafraid, his speed not decreasing but increasing, as he rushed in, grabbed the ball and flew up, just before Bynum's block came.
A quick pull to dodge, followed by a reverse shot.
"Shh!"
"Beep!"
Goal! Whistle blows.
【Enjoy Silky Smoothness lv2】Show its power.
Bynum, who was so eager to block, still managed to force a block after Su Yan dodged his first attempt.
He missed the ball and hit Su Yan's arm instead.
"tread!"
Su Yan stepped up to the free throw line.
The free throw went in smoothly.
Su Yan violently shoved Artest aside and then scored a 2+1 on Bynum.
"Chi~"
The atmosphere on the field became even more tense.
"drink!"
Artest roared, completely ignoring the pain in his body, as if he had gone mad.
On one end of the attack, they charged wildly at Su Yan.
On the defensive end, they continued to relentlessly confront Su Yan, seemingly oblivious to pain, determined to stop him.
As expected of you, you scoundrel.
Ron Artest, a former Defensive Player of the Year in the league, possesses excellent physical gifts and defensive abilities.
but.
He shouldn't forget that Su Yan is also a DPOY, and his talent, combined with a season of farming and leveling up, is equally explosive.
In a clash of raw talent, Su Yan emerged victorious.
The power of a 220-kilogram bench press, those repeated collisions that surpassed even the peak "Big Shaq" O'Neal.
Artest is far superior.
It looked like a matchup between small forwards, but Su Yan was able to crush Artest like a giant.
Chi chi chi~
Artest, who had just suffered a setback, couldn't find a way to recover, and the tension between them grew stronger and stronger!
Artest got angrier and angrier as he played, and the angrier he got, the more aggressively he defended.
The more intensely you defend, the more injuries you will sustain.
Vicious circle.
In the first quarter, the second quarter, and less than five minutes into the third quarter, Artest was almost losing his mind.
Next round.
Right side arc top.
Staring at Su Yan, panting heavily, Artest, whose whole body was numb with pain, almost lost his mind. He didn't intend to play basketball, but instead... beat someone up.
At this time.
Su Yan pressed his advantage, and seeing Artest momentarily stunned, he blasted a three-pointer over Artest's head.
Facial ejaculation!
"Shh!"
And then it will hit.
"Wow~"
"Huh~"
The arena was first filled with clamor, followed by... a constant murmur of boos, booing Artest for only being able to fight and not being able to defend against Su Yan at all.
hum~
Artest's eyes turned red, and he completely lost his mind.
His clenched fist was about to be raised and swung at Su Yan, but at that moment, Kobe appeared in front of Artest.
A pair of chilling "Mamba" eyes stared intently at Artest.
"Open your fist, Artest, do you want to destroy me, do you want to destroy the entire Lakers?!"
A cold shout.
Its deterrent power is astonishing.
The fearless Artest gradually regained his composure under Kobe's cold rebuke.
Loosen your fist.
Although the anger on his face had not subsided, he restrained himself and did not lay a hand on Su Yan.
Su Yan slowly retreated back onto the field.
He didn't know what Kobe and Artest said, nor did he know that Artest had lost his temper at one point.
But he remained calm.
After all... whatever Artest wants to do, whether it's a battle of wits or a fight, he's not afraid.
of course.
After being suspended for three games in the first round, which led to a risky "comeback from 0-3 down to win 4-3", the incident involved a brawl on the field.
He would be even calmer, especially during a brawl on the finals stage.
Not afraid of trouble.
But he will also use a more rational approach to make players who provoke him and try to hurt him pay the price.
Kobe quietly calmed Artest down.
The game continues.
Unbeknownst to Su Yan, his confrontations with Artest were not diminishing, but rather escalating.
after all.
Artest recklessly launched an attack, and if we could use that opponent's force against them, we could defeat Artest in one fell swoop.
This is definitely good news for the Knicks.
Think so.
A minute later, when Su Yan encountered Artest again, he charged out without stopping, like a tank.
"boom!"
The force of the 220 kg bench press once again slammed into Artest.
"Dengdengdeng!"
Artest was forced to retreat, and ended up standing there in a very disheveled state, like a wooden stake.
"Whoosh!"
Su Yan bypassed him in one step, rushed into the heart of the territory, and drew the defense of Gasol and Bynum.
A pocket pass finds Tyson, who is open under the basket on the other side.
"boom!"
Pulling scallions from dry land.
Clench with both hands!
"Wow~"
The stadium erupted in a commotion.
Su Yan's breakthrough and pass were exquisite?
Tyson's dunk was too powerful?!
No.
None of them.
To the fans' horror, Artest, standing near the free-throw line, stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds, then suddenly felt a sweet taste at the corner of his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood!