pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 173

Those who knew the situation knew that Mu Chenfeng was a player on the field, but those who didn't know that they thought he was a rude spectator who ran to the field to interfere with the game.

In the past 5 minutes, the Bulls continued to expand the point difference, and the 60:0 score looked perfect and embarrassing.

"What is this Mu Chenfeng doing? He probably intends to stand like this until the end of the game." At this time, there are still 3 minutes before the end of the game.

"If I had known this, it would be better to let me play. At least I wouldn't stand still like a wooden stake." The players on the sidelines complained about Mu Chenfeng's approach, thinking that he not only took up a spot, but also shifted all the responsibility for the team's lagging behind to him.

But they knew very well in their hearts that even if Mu Chenfeng made some moves, it would be of no avail and would not change the situation in any way. The Bulls' suppression of the training camp could not be changed by just Mu Chenfeng.

"It can't be that you can't get 1 point, that's really embarrassing."

"There is no way, the opponent is too strong, we have no way to break through their basket, they have tried their best."

The high-intensity conversion of offense and defense has put the players' physical fitness to a great test. There is no timeout, no substitute, and the opponent is an NBA team, which makes every player feel a strong sense of fatigue.

"Damn it, I really can't score a single goal." The players in the training camp tried at least 20 shots, but none of them made a hit. Everyone used their best offensive methods and played a tacit cooperation, but they still failed.

"No, we still have a secret weapon." Lang Mu took a breath, and then fixed his gaze on Mu Chenfeng who was still standing on the opponent's bottom line, "He is our only hope."

After another 2 minutes of the game, the Bulls scored another 6 points, which happened to be a "66 Dashun", which was quite auspicious.

Stepping on the last minute countdown, Mu Chenfeng finally moved.

"Everyone has worked hard." Mu Chenfeng said slowly.

Felix looked at Mu Chenfeng's energetic state and nodded, "It seems that you have fully recovered."

The reason why Mu Chenfeng didn't do anything in the past 7 minutes was to recover his physical fitness. There was no suspense about the outcome of the game. The only suspense was whether the training camp could score goals.

In the same game time, the physical decline of the training camp is much more obvious than that of the Bulls, and the physical foundations of the two sides are also far apart, so the longer the training camp is delayed, the harder it is to score goals.

Mu Chenfeng saw the problem in the matchup with Wilson, so he would rather give up all offense and defense to help himself recover physically, just to give it a go in the last minute.

Although there was no way for Mu Chenfeng to really revive with full blood in just 7 minutes, it was still no problem to recover 1% of his blood. He could barely compete with the Bulls' physical fitness. All he had to do was to release all the accumulated energy without reservation in the remaining [-] minute.

"Sorry for keeping everyone waiting." Mu Chenfeng, who had the most physical fitness, seemed to be the last trump card of the training camp.

"It's up to you, don't disappoint everyone's 7 minutes of hard work." In order to buy time for Mu Chenfeng and bring more consumption to the opponent, the training camp is doing everything possible to speed up the pace of the game, and now their physical fitness is close to the limit.

"Must." Mu Chenfeng responded.

"???" The teammates were confused, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, the Northeast dialect in our country means good." Mu Chenfeng explained, and he even picked up the Northeast dialect under his excitement, and he didn't even realize it.

"Don't worry, Mu Chenfeng, I will do my best to help you before we fall down." Felix came over and patted Mu Chenfeng on the shoulder, and gave him a reassurance.

"Thank you, brother." Mu Chenfeng nodded in thanks, being able to hear such heartwarming words in a foreign country gave Mu Chenfeng motivation.

He knew he wasn't alone in the fight, never was.

There are his teammates behind him, partners who support him off the court, and compatriots who care about him on the far side of the ocean.

"Brothers, let's go!" The five stood under the basket, with their right hands stacked together, shouting cheering slogans in unison.

Unity is the greatest secret weapon to defeat the enemy.

The tactics in the last minute all revolved around Mu Chenfeng, Felix took possession of the ball and looked for opportunities, Rum and Robinson were willing to act as green leaves for Mu Chenfeng to pick and roll, clearing the offensive obstacles for Mu Chenfeng, and finally Mu Chenfeng and Wilson met again.

"Mu Chenfeng, catch the ball!" Felix immediately passed the ball to Mu Chenfeng.

"You just said that I can't pass you again, right? I'll pass it to you now." Mu Chenfeng didn't give the opponent a chance to react, and successfully passed Wilson with an extremely concealed change of direction in front of him.

An astonishing scene appeared, the NBA player, the starting player of the Chicago Bulls was given by Mu Chenfeng.
"Awkward?" Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, but this scene happened in front of their eyes.

Mu Chenfeng swayed to Wilson.

This is Mu Chenfeng's bright moment, and it is also Wilson's darkest moment.

"How is it possible?" Wilson paid a heavy price for his carelessness. He thought that Mu Chenfeng was giving up, but he was actually accumulating energy.

"Great job!" The campers stood up and cheered for Mu Chenfeng, and the shouts of excitement resounded through the United Center.

Passing Wilson was at most the first threshold, and then Mu Chenfeng used a dexterous turn to pass the player who came to help defend. At this moment, only Bieber and Barrett, who was ready to defend at any time, were left under the basket.

These two talents are the players who can really block Mu Chenfeng.

Under such circumstances, a forced challenge is bound to suffer. Mu Chenfeng's analysis of the situation is very good. After turning around, Mu Chenfeng did not continue to break through to the inside, but chose to end it with an emergency stop jumper.

"The ball is here." Mu Chenfeng saw nothing in front of him, no one was guarding him.

"No, not yet." Louis shook his head lightly, "As long as Barrett exists between Mu Chenfeng and the basket, the goal will not be scored."

Sure enough, as Louis said, the moment Mu Chenfeng took off, Barrett rushed towards him from the front, leaped high with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain, and shot to block the shot.

Barrett's take-off height was astonishing, and he rushed towards Mu Chenfeng like a tsunami.

"No, you will definitely be hated if you go on like this." Henry closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look directly.

However, after a long time, neither the cheers of the goal nor the sigh of being blocked.

"I'll go, this ball can be passed." Some only exclaimed.

Henry slowly opened his eyes, and the basketball passed to Enzo's hands at some point.

"Mu Chenfeng is a terrible kid. It's really rare to be able to remain calm and make the most correct judgment under such circumstances." Louis kept sighing.

And this goal also changed Americans' views on Chinese players.

"I'll leave it to you, Enzo." Mu Chenfeng said.

"No problem." Enzo stood up and faced the difficulties. After suffering a loss, Enzo became smarter. Instead of confronting Bieber head-on, he used his footsteps to fake Bieber, making his opponent confused.

Bieber was really stunned. Enzo slammed his right foot to the left, cross-stepped, and made a backhand layup. Bieber waved his big hand and lightly touched the basketball with his fingertips.

The basketball spun a few times on the rim and then slid out, and the audience sighed at the same time.

"It's a pity, it's just a little bit." Henry was about to collapse, covering his face with his hands, with a very disappointed expression
(End of this chapter)