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Chapter 131 Jordan!Jordan!
The moment the game started, the slightest smile on Jordan's face disappeared.

The whole person's momentum suddenly changed.

DeWeese felt nothing but a king rising from his throne.

A poem suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The king of Qin sweeps Liuhe, and the tiger looks at He Xiongzai."

"Swing the sword to fight the clouds, all the princes will come to the west."

"Maybe it's more accurate to change Xilai to Donglai." Some messy thoughts suddenly flashed in Davis's mind.

He shook his head quickly, getting rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, and forced himself to calm down.

In this game, Davis is not going to use any talent tactics, he wants to have a head-to-head confrontation with Jordan.

"Bulls starting lineup: Center: Bill Cartwright, Power Forward: Horace Grant, Small Forward: Scottie Pippen, Shooting Guard: Michael Jordan, Point Guard: BJ Armstrong." The commentator was introducing the starting lineup off the court, and was about to introduce the Magic lineup, when he stopped.

"O'Neal scrambles for the ball, DeWeese dribbles the ball forward, so fast! He goes past Pippen, dunks the ball in the hoop before Jordan can cover, and he dunks the ball through Cartwright! Oh my God!"

DeWeese was going to show off the momentum of the Magic first. After receiving the pass from O'Neal, he directly drove into the Bulls inside with full power. The unprepared Pippen was instantly left behind by DeWeese. Jordan came in to help defend after seeing it.

But it's too late!

After Cartwright failed to scrimmage the ball, he went directly into his team's penalty area. As soon as he turned around, he saw a figure jumping high in front of his eyes.

"Bang!" Davis came down from the basket, glanced at Cartwright, put the ball on the ground, and ran to his backcourt.

Jordan laughed, but his eyes were cold.

On the court, except for his teammates, Jordan has no friends, as long as he stands in front of him, he is an enemy!That's what he was going to hit.

"Interesting, are you demonstrating to me?"

While the Bulls were advancing, the commentator hurriedly continued to introduce the starting lineup of the Magic.

"Magic starting lineup: Center: Shaquille O'Neal, Power Forward: Dennis Rodman, Small Forward: Latrell Sprewell, Shooting Guard: Nick Anderson, Point Guard: Michael DeWeese. DeWeese was very active and got two points on Cartwright's head when he came up."

On the field, the Bulls ran tactics without haste.

Davis has studied the Bulls' triangle tactics, but it doesn't mean he can prevent the Bulls from running out of their tactics. The biggest feature of the triangle offense is that it cannot be defended.

However, Cartwright, as the biggest shortcoming of the Bulls' starting lineup, almost missed the pass. Fortunately, he finally passed the ball to Pippen who received the ball outside.

Pippen pulled Sprewell away, then passed the ball to Jordan.

Jordan got a very comfortable singles position.

He got the ball and his entire back was on Nick Anderson who was guarding him.

Nick Anderson put his hands around Jordan's waist, feeling his every move.

Jordan suddenly turned around and began to break through.

Nick-playing Jordan is exciting-Anderson certainly won't be wiped out by Jordan so easily. (Isiah Thomas: I hear someone talking about me)

He took a step back, ready to block Jordan's continued attack.

Jordan suddenly turned from the front frame to the back basket again, and walked in the other direction.

The continuous change of rhythm made Anderson's defense leak open, and Jordan went straight into the penalty area of ​​the Magic.

Both O'Neal and Rodman were caught by the Bulls inside, and they could only watch Jordan jump high and dunk the ball into the basket with the same action as Davis.

After landing, Jordan didn't even look at Anderson, who was gnashing his teeth, and looked directly at Davis beyond the three-point line, his eyes were full of provocation.

Davis was full of fighting spirit. He came to the frontcourt, took the ball and faced BJ-Armstrong, and had no intention of playing O'Neal according to the tactics.

BJ Armstrong suddenly noticed that someone was patting him, and then Jordan squeezed in front of him.

It turned out to be Jordan, and he signaled BJ-Armstrong to switch defenses with him, and he wanted to defend Davis himself.

The fans off the court watched the head-to-head confrontation between the two, and they climaxed instantly.

They suddenly discovered that the two were very similar in height and build. Davis was a little shorter, but his ridged head had an advantage over Jordan's bald head. The two looked basically the same height.

Davis dribbled the ball lightly with his fingers, with a very low center of gravity, like a leopard, tensing all the muscles in his body.

"This dribbling technique is that guy." Jordan saw at a glance that Davis' dribbling technique was very similar to Isiah Thomas.

Thinking of Isiah Thomas, Jordan remembered the experience of being blocked from the Finals by the Pistons Bad Boys for two consecutive years, remembered Jordan's rules, and remembered his feelings when he was alone and helpless.

In an instant, Jordan's defensive intensity increased to another level.

Davis felt as if he was about to suffocate. It's not that he had never played against Jordan. He had also fought with Jordan on this field in the Christmas game last year, but it was clear that Jordan at the time was not as serious as he is now.

After seeing it, O'Neal on the inside quickly mentioned that he was going to do a pick-and-roll for Davis.

Davis took advantage of the opportunity to break through O'Neal's pick-and-roll defense.

But just for an instant, Jordan reappeared in front of him.

"It's such a fast overshift!" Davis was stunned by Jordan's speed.

You know, at that time Jordan had to make two actions of overblocking and lateral movement.

O'Neal's huge frame didn't seem to hinder Jordan in any way.

Davis slammed into Jordan, and the ball in his hand was out of his control.

Jordan stretched out his long arm to touch the ball, and his whole body was activated instantly, picked up the ball and ran to the frontcourt.

Davis chased after him hard, and rushed to the three-second zone ahead of time, waiting for Jordan's shot.

Jordan jumped up straight to meet him.

DeWeese also jumped up, ready to interfere with Jordan's shot.

Jordan's hand took the ball back in the air, turned to the other direction, and gently tossed the ball toward the basket.

The ball hit the backboard and went straight into the basket.

DeWeese, who was shown off by Jordan's lever, heard the referee's whistle when he landed.

The goal is valid, and a penalty is added!
Davis clapped his hands in frustration.

Jordan withdrew his protruding tongue and smiled at DeWeese, eyes full of defiance.

Standing on the free throw line, Jordan made the free throw steadily.

Davis continued to advance with the ball and continued to face Jordan's defense.

"Boy, don't think about scoring goals in front of me." Jordan spat out trash talk recklessly, like a poisonous snake spitting out venom.

(End of this chapter)