The God of Basketball

The Pistons stick to the mysteries of classical basketball, and they organize their offense in an orderly manner.

With the arrival of Chris Webber, Billups' job was a lot easier. After halftime, he handed the basketball to Webber who was raised to the high post.

At the same time, Li Zhen was still running desperately after Hamilton.

"Boy, even if you eat farts behind me all the time, you won't disturb me at all." Hamilton even didn't forget to tease this defender who was actively chasing him before running: "You who can get into Harvard University At least the calculation of the input-output ratio is too bad, this is a cost-effective thing."

Li Zhen raised his eyebrows at that time, but he did not answer Hamilton.

But when he caught up, he couldn't wait for Hamilton to catch the ball: he didn't want to demonstrate the cost-effectiveness issue, he wanted to verify whether Francis' high-energy compression jumping talent superimposed on himself could overwhelm Hamilton.

As if there was a tacit understanding, Chris Webber passed the ball at a very delicate angle when Hamilton ran out of a small space.

This pass caused screams from countless audiences on the sidelines... The fans of the Palace of Auburn Hills really love Chris Webber, thinking that he brought a touch of artistry to the iron-blooded Pistons, and gave this cold industrial city a touch of humanistic care.

However.

Their screams didn't quite reach the top KEY before turning into panic.

Snapped!

Bruce...how did that damn dude block Hamilton's jumper?

The audience on the sidelines watched the basketball fly out of bounds, in amazement.

Hamilton himself was also unexpected. After he landed, his eyes looked very confused.

The moment he received the basketball, he was full of confidence, thinking that this mid-range jumper could hit 100%.

As a result...he felt Li Zhen suddenly rushing up in front of him, covering his eyes, and then heard a crisp sound, and the basketball flew out of bounds.

"People who have no money care about everything, and ordinary players only pursue cost performance." Li Zhen's voice got into Hamilton's ears appropriately: "And this block... is the jewel in the crown."

Hamilton can no longer hear Li Zhen's trash talk clearly,

His eyes subconsciously looked at the big screen above his head, he needed an answer.

Reggie Miller in the commentary was also very surprised, and he also stared at the monitor in front of him.

Soon, ESPN cut the replay.

It turned out that Li Zhen had been biting Hamilton's footsteps, when he used the cover of Rasheed Wallace to run out of the first-line space. Li Zhen speeded up suddenly, and slid over the obstacle of the roaring Tianzun with a close-fitting posture...very graceful.

When Hamilton received Chris Webber's basketball take-off, Li Zhen also blasted into the air.

His jumping speed is impressive, and his jumping height is obviously higher than that of Hamilton. Coupled with a pair of terrifying long arms... Crack!

The best off-ball cutting guard in the league today was blocked mercilessly.

How can it be?

Hamilton still couldn't believe it.

"In today's league, there are absolutely no more than three players who can catch up with Hamilton on their own." Reggie Miller was secretly stunned: "There are no more than three players who can judge the path of Chris Webber's pass and respond in advance. Strong bounce rate over a near-reflex Hamilton defender...probably the only one Bruce Lee."

McBrin muttered to himself: "Could it be that Bruce Lee has turned against the customer and restrained Hamilton?"

His inference made himself startled.

After all, before this game, everyone said that Li Zhen would be restrained by Hamilton, Billups, and Prince in a row and exploded crazily.

"It might have been an accident."

Reggie Miller couldn't hide his disappointment.

As the former CS (catch and shoot) god, seeing such a scene gave him chills down his back. For air-cut players, the biggest advantage is that through super running ability, coupled with reflexive shooting, there are signs of being unable to block shots.

But now, the strongest CS player in today's league is actually being followed by Li Zhen all the way, and in the end he shoots the basketball out of bounds almost like Ling Chi.

He has a sad feeling of hurting his own kind.

However, Pistons fans actually began to encourage more brutal counterattacks. Uniform personal attacks throughout the Palace of Auburn Hills: Bruce, Sucks! Bruce, Sucks! ! !

These voices attacked Li Zhen overwhelmingly, trying to put strong pressure on Li Zhen.

But Li Zhen was expressionless, and even sneered mockingly.

The Pistons quickly completed the re-serve, and after the basketball was handed over to Billups, the big-hearted player tried to complete the buzzer attack from beyond the three-point line.

But... bam!

The basketball missed.

Swift took the rebound and handed it to Li Zhen.

Li Zhen quickly rushed to the frontcourt with the ball, but the Detroit Pistons' defense was in place, and they quickly returned to the half court to form a defensive line.

This stopped Li Zhen's quick offensive, and then stopped at the top of the three-point arc.

Hamilton quickly went up on single defense.

At this time, a strong spectator in the front row suddenly stood up and shouted: "Bruce, you are just a softie playing with the ball. Do you dare to rush into our iron-blooded penalty area like a man?"

This strong fan was even more arrogant than the fans who singled out Artest back then, and his speech also aroused the excitement of the surrounding audience.

All of a sudden, there was an uproar on the sidelines, full of negative comments like soft eggs.

Duan Ping is very uncomfortable sitting behind the home team's bench, his camera has faithfully recorded the ugly faces of these people.

But... what else can they do besides sending them back to the country and letting the fans in the country condemn them? Although he was very angry, he still hadn't lost his mind and was arguing with the basketball hooligans of the Pistons here. Artest and the others dared to fight. How could he be beaten out of his head by a frail scholar with a height of less than 175?

The more Duan Ping thought about it, the angrier he became.

But at this time, Li Zhen, who was calm on the court, suddenly started. He took thunderous steps, bursting with explosive power and speed at the same time, and Hamilton was unable to react in time again.

Li Zhen made a sharp change of direction in an instant, and a perfect crossover made Hamilton subconsciously give up half of his position.

At the same time, Li Chen has already entered the three-point line with lightning.

He killed Hamilton on both offense and defense.

At the same time, his footsteps accelerated again and he went straight to the penalty area.

This is not because of the provocation of the fan on the sidelines, but because he originally planned to touch Chris Webber, the ultimate degenerate, in the paint area. He can't wait to scratch off the lottery ticket given by the positive energy baby What talent rewards.

However, what he didn't expect was that... the fat Chris Webber was too slow to approach the penalty area: his lateral movement was clumsier than a grandma walking downhill.

At the same time, it can only be Rasheed Wallace who swoops hard.

Roaring Tianzun hopes to complete the culling of Li Zhen in mid-air.

However, Li Zhen, who had already started to take off, did not give him this opportunity.

I saw that at the moment when he was about to hit Rasheed Wallace, he suddenly pulled the lever, his body made a perfect dodge, and then stretched...perfectly dodged the roaring Tianzun's menacing block.

It's a classic little goes big.

Now Li Zhen's flexible talent is enough to support him to make such a dodge.

What's more, he also has Francis' high-energy jumping talent.

Although the 6-point high-energy jumping talent can't let him complete dunks.

However, it made Li Zhen's gliding more fully and linearly.

Swish!

The basketball hits behind Rasheed Wallace.

Just like a brilliant striker on the football field, who feints and dodges the proactive goalkeeper, taps his heel lightly in front of the goal...a goal!

At that time, the Knicks bench was boiling with fanaticism.

"That's right, that's it!! The hateful Detroiters shouted fiercely and became tougher. Put... into their throats and let them suffocate!!" Francis roared violently on the bench.

He vented his emotions to the extreme...because he was already high.

Although Duan Ping didn't get excited, he also jumped up excitedly and roared twice with his thick voice.

He vented all the depression in his heart, and even cursed a bad word: "Drafting it, it makes you look down on the Chinese."

Duan Ping's fragrance danced in the air with his fist.

This introverted oriental man released his hormones to the fullest.

He likes Li Zhen's powerful counterattack, and his posture of flying against the wind with arrogance in the face of thousands of people is really handsome.

He felt that this scene would deeply move domestic fans.

Damn the domestic media, you really didn't treat Li Zhen too f*ckingly before.

He even started blaming his peers in the media.

At the same time, Li Zhen turned his head sideways. When he passed by the strong fan, he said a classic remark: "It seems that you not only misunderstood me, but also misunderstood the iron-blooded restricted area. Don't live In the past."

Li Zhen is reasonable and well-founded, and even has a personable smile. But it was as if a firecracker was lit in the heart of this strong fan, and his seven orifices were blown up: it was so frightfully uncomfortable.

The game is still going on.

The Detroit Pistons suddenly fell into a scoring drought.

Hamilton continued to catch the ball and attack as if he didn't believe in evil, but this time, Li Zhen suddenly appeared in front of him again, just like God covered the curtain in front of his eyes. He had to lift three inches, and the basketball flew towards the basket in an abnormal arc... Bang!

Basketball strikes iron.

Swift protects the rebound.

Looking back, Li Zhen is still in control. He was powerful and cut hard into the penalty area.

But the collision he was hoping for didn't happen, and Chris Webber was again unguarded.

He could only give up resentfully, and after attracting Rasheed Wallace to help defend, he quickly handed the ball to Swift, who soared into the sky and ran wild in the Pistons penalty area.

Seeing this, Sanders had to revise his strategy and request a timeout again.

His cautiousness plays an important role in this moment.

"We can't let Li Zhen break through the penalty area again, so we have to block him next. We would rather let him shoot from the outside, and...cut off the connection between him and the players..."

Sanders said excitedly that he didn't want to be destroyed by Li Chen on his own, and he couldn't afford to lose this person. The head coach on the opposite side is still hungover, and he lost just like that, which is really ridiculous.

"Is this...Jordan's Law?"

Rasheed Wallace looked at the tactical board and suddenly frowned, reading out a famous tactic created by coach Chuck Daly in the history of the Pistons.

is this necessary? Does he have this ability? Does he deserve us to use Jordan's law?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt a little down.

But Sanders insisted very much. He believed that only in this way can Li Zhen's threat be minimized. And he emphasized: "As long as we do this, we will definitely win this victory. As long as we win the first game, the next three victories will not be far away."

"come on!!!"

Sanders encouraged the players vigorously.

The Pistons players put their hands together in high spirits.

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