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Chapter 123 The Unyielding Smiling Assassin
"Boy, the goal doesn't have to be fancy, it just needs to be practical, and it's all two points."

Thomas, who simply scored two points, said to Davis while stepping back.

DeWeese turned a blind eye to Thomas' trash talk, took the ball to the frontcourt, and pulled it up just after halftime.

"LOGO three points" appeared again.

"DaWeese shot again just after half court and it went in! Incredible!"

When the commentator saw DeWeese's actions, he felt as if he had been slapped with blood for the first time.

The fans in the audience were boiling again.

"Look, it's different this way, Isiah."

Davis throws his hand at Isiah Thomas.

Orlando Magic home fans were privileged to witness a smiling Assassin in his prime.

I was even more fortunate to witness a process of their king's transformation.

In the high-intensity confrontation with Thomas, Davis gradually mastered the skills he knew.

Thomas only felt that the young man in front of him was becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

In the beginning, his various skills were still relatively unfamiliar, and he just attacked for a certain attack.

Gradually, Thomas began to lose sight of what Davis was up to.

He might pull up for a [-]-pointer right off the pick-and-roll.

It's also possible that after breaking into the paint, he tricked everyone and then wandered out from the paint.

And many of his extraordinary moves are moves that Thomas has never seen before.

Thomas knew that DeWeese was a master of ball control. He created many moves of his own. The most famous one is the one that pulls the ball. The streetball world has begun to use the name of DeWeese to name this action.

For the first time, Davis used Sam Gould in front of Thomas, and shook Thomas firmly. Thomas was broken by Davis on the other side without any response.

The concealment of this action is too strong, as strong as Thomas has also been tricked.

Then what Thomas didn't understand the most was how DeWeese saw people outside his field of vision. It was understandable once or twice, but every time DeWeese could accurately pass the ball to the players who were running outside his field of vision. This reminded Thomas of "Magic" Johnson's "NO-LOOK-PASS".

"Does this young man have the same field vision as Irwin? It's really scary. Is there another point guard like Irwin in the league? Fortunately, he is not as tall as Irwin..."

In this way, the fans on the sidelines only felt that the first half of the game was over in the blink of an eye.

When the timer hit zero, the fans felt lost.

The game was really exciting. The confrontation between the two top point guards was even more exciting than the duel between the top centers. The duel between the centers was more of a hand-to-hand fight, a competition of inside skills, but the two top point guards could drive the rhythm of the whole team.

The two of them are like two orchestra conductors with high skills, waving the baton, and the players they lead play a beautiful and gorgeous symphony.

At the end of the first half, the score was 63-65, and Thomas' outburst helped the Pistons trail by just two points.

With such a big gap in lineup strength, Thomas insisted on relying on his own organization and personal offense to bite the score.

Pistons locker room.

Joe Dumars looked at Thomas worriedly.

"Isaiah, are you alright?"

Isiah Thomas put a towel on his head, his chest heaved up and down. Obviously, after all, it was the end of his career. The explosion in the first half of the game made his physical strength overdrawn in advance.

"I'm fine, such an interesting rookie, I can't lose to him." Thomas took off the towel, sweat dripping down instantly.

Joe Dumas knew that this was sweat after exhaustion.

The last pride of a top point guard supports Thomas and prevents him from falling. He needs to compete with Davis.

In the second half, regardless of the coach's dissuasion, Thomas came to the court again. He knew that the kid on the opposite side would definitely be waiting for him on the court.

Sure enough, Davis led four substitutes and looked at him with a smile.

The super-intensive performance in the first half did not seem to affect Davis' physical strength at all, and he was still full of vitality on the court.

Thomas gritted his teeth and followed DeWeese. Whether it was offense or defense, he played to his peak strength.

However, the running and bombing of the second team led by DeWeese was too restrained for the current Thomas. The Pistons originally played defensive basketball and the rhythm was slow, but under the influence of DeWeese, Thomas' physical strength, which was already on the verge of exhaustion, had reached a warning line.

Davis looked back as Thomas broke through him again, scoring a floater over O'Neal's head, frowning.

He could see that Thomas tried his best every time he attacked and defended, but his physical strength had reached its limit.

If this goes on, there is only one end, and that is injury.

The third quarter has always been the strongest time for the Magic. Even though Thomas tried his best, the score gradually opened up.

Seeing that the point difference was about to reach [-] points, Davis said to Thomas: "For such a game, as for the few careers left in my career? Wouldn't it be good to enjoy the happiness that basketball brings to me in the remaining time?"

Thomas was taken aback. How did this kid know that he planned to retire?

But soon he was laughing, the basketball was dribbling close to the floor, and he looked up and said to Davis, "I'm happy right now, boy."

After finishing speaking, he accelerated suddenly, trying to break through from the left of Davis. Davis moved his center of gravity to the right, but the basketball in Thomas' hand was pulled back by his right hand.

"Sam Gold?" was DeWeese's thought.

"Dewes pull the ball?" The commentator blurted out.

Caught off guard, Davis was once again broken by Thomas.

However, the exhaustion of physical strength made Thomas lose the speed of the first half, and Davis did not lose his position. He walked close to Thomas to the inside.

"What is this for?" Davis watched in surprise as Thomas threw himself into the air with no room at all.

The ball brushed past O'Neal's fingertips, scraped the backboard, and fell into the basket.

This is not the point, the point is that Thomas has completely lost his center of gravity, and the whole person fell to the floor in a very strange posture.

The injury in his previous life that led to his retirement suddenly appeared in DeWeese's mind.

He subconsciously took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to support Thomas.

Fortunately, Davis gave Thomas a hand and changed his posture so that Thomas didn't fall headfirst to the floor.

"Are you okay?" Davis asked, looking at Thomas.

Thomas hugged his knees, raised his head, his pale face was covered with cold sweat.

"Thank you."

"Team doctor!" DeWeese yelled down the field.

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