The toughest man in the NBA

Chapter 9
There was a sound of frogs in the arena:
"Oh, God!"

"Chasing and grabbing the hat, this is..."

"This jump is too high, isn't it?"

The fans in Las Vegas became irritable, before they had time to call out the last dunk, this unknown Asian boy made such a coquettish block in the blink of an eye!
At the same time, a question popped up at the same time:

Who is he?
The same embarrassment appeared in the commentary booth, and after an exclamation, the commentary booth fell into an unusual silence.

They also wanted to know, where did this kid come from?

Tu Man himself was a little surprised. Even though he had been training alone for half a month, he still seemed to have underestimated the explosive power of this pair of golden calves in actual combat, and accidentally jumped too high!
So much so that he stretched out his hand and snatched the basketball from Jordan Hill, and he still had the strength to move around in the air...

That being the case, let me let you go, kid?
Tu Man suddenly twisted to the side in mid-air, and the two passed each other, narrowly avoiding a heavyweight collision.

He grabbed the basketball with one hand and landed lightly on the basket.

While Jordan Hill was still hanging on the rim doubting his life, Tu Man quickly turned around, rounded his arms, and threw the basketball far away like throwing a football...

Not everyone is so active in defense, such as Griffin's brother, Taylor.

This old man was standing under the basket with his hips akimbo at the moment, watching a play, seeing such a beautiful catch cap by Tu Man, he was almost about to applaud!

Suddenly, an orange-red object moved from far to near, from small to large, and hit him in the face. Taylor Griffin subconsciously reached out and grabbed it——

Oh, it turned out to be basketball!

Look around, is there no one to guard against it?
Immediately, the unique coquettish temperament of the Griffin family surged up. Taylor squatted slightly with his legs, stood up with his back to the basket, and threw the basketball in both hands towards the basket in reverse!
"Boom..."

The rim swayed, the hoop trembled, and the basketball bounced out——

Taylor was capped by the basket!
This riding horse is a melon skin...

Tu Man was furious. After a catch, followed by a wonderful pass that spanned the audience, how coquettish it would be, it would be a must-have performance!

You can't dunk on a horse, can't you layup?
Luckily, Earl Clark was nearby, and he swooped in to grab the slammed basketball, catch up with two steps, and gently put it in the hoop without wasting the attack.

Look how good it is!

The Rockets continued to attack, this time Tuman guarded the basket, and Dodell and Gani Laver also ran across the center line before.

The Rockets' fast break couldn't be done, so they fell into position obediently.

After pouring the ball a few times, Jermaine Taylor rushed to the basket with the ball, and Tu Man laughed, this kid is really a tough guy!
Tu Man stood firm, squatted down slightly, stretched out his hands, ready to jump at any time, and taught this fool who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth a lesson he would never forget...

Isn't Jermaine Taylor afraid of brutality?

Regardless of his dark appearance, he still has a few good intentions. Facing Tuman's guard, he made a wise choice——

Stop jump shot!

The basketball crossed a high arc, passed over Tu Man's arm, and flew towards the basket.

rebound!
Whether he gets in or not, jump up first and then talk!

Tu Man bent his legs and was about to take off when he suddenly felt his shoulders sink.

Obviously there is a guy who doesn't know how to live or die, is it fun to find him?

Throwing an elbow like a conditioned reflex, he rose up from the ground, rising rapidly, and his head almost touched the bottom edge of the backboard!

The basketball spun around on the hoop, tilted its head, and fell out...

Was accepted by Tu Man.

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle blew, and Jordan Hill was still lying on his back under the basket, clutching his wound in pain. He received a solid elbow on his collarbone, and he was almost dead from the pain.

Tu Man remained expressionless and threw the basketball to the referee.

Well, nine more times!

Budinger ran over and helped Jordan Hill up:

"Dude, are you all right?"

Jordan Hill had a hideous face and said angrily:

"Fake! I'm going to kill him, damn Huang..."

Seeing that the referee looked at him maliciously, Budinger wittily covered Jordan Hill's stinky mouth. The number one superstar in the team is from China. What the hell are you talking about?

The Rockets served from the bottom line, and several people were crowded under the basket. Jordan Hill desperately grinded his brother Griffin with his butt, and Tuman retreated to the free throw line wittyly.

Ismail threw the ball to Jermaine Taylor who was beyond the three-point line, and Tu Man had a contemptuous smile on his lips, and strode forward to meet him.

At this time, it is the best choice to go small and big, but there are many high-level players at the basket, and the Suns actually have four centers...

Jermaine Taylor didn't dare to drill in, adjusted slightly, turned slightly to the outside, and raised his hand to shoot. In order to confuse Tuman, he didn't even jump much, and pushed the basketball out.

He didn't dance, Tu Man did!

The terrifying bullet speed made Tuman take off in an instant, like a ferocious eagle, covering the sky in front of Jermaine Taylor, with a "bang", a strong volleyball cap!
"Whoa, a nice big hat from Arizona State University's murderous meat grinder, Tu-man..."

The commentary finally found Tu Man's information.

There was a burst of screaming in the arena, and the eyes of the fans in Las Vegas began to glow. It seems that the sun is not so weak, especially this "meat grinder", playing is too fast!
The Rockets serve from the sideline.

The attack time is running out, and Tu Man stands in front of Ismail to interfere. The latter has a big headache. Basketball is for five players. Can you not be so excited?

The narrator laughed:
"This meat grinder is really everywhere. During this period of time, he almost took care of the offense and defense of the Suns alone!"

Ismail finally found a gap with difficulty, hit the ball through Tuman's armpit, and passed it to Budinger. The latter threw an unreliable three-pointer and the rebound was blocked by Gani Laver. Seoul confiscated.

The sun was about to set, and Dodell's fake point guard ran off alone with the explosive bag, leaving the four big men behind.

Su Mait frowned, this kid is brainless, the Suns have a point guard template like Stephen Nash, and they dare to play so alone. After playing in the European League for three years, how did they become such a jerk?

Fortunately, the Rockets' defense speed was not strong. Facing an empty basket, Dodell scored a goal like a cloud of smoke.

Finally, his wish was fulfilled.

The Rockets attacked again, sprinting wildly, passing the ball constantly on the move. Even in such a small scene as the summer league, Adelman Jr. still led the team to play like his father.

The one who retreated the fastest and pursued the tightest was still Tu Man.

In just a few minutes, Las Vegas fans fell in love with this Asian boy known as the "meat grinder".

He is so hard!

(End of this chapter)