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Chapter 356 The Strong Is King

"In the last 3 minutes, the two sides drew 78 to 78. The Timberwolves had the ball, and the White Wolf held the ball forward. Tyshawn Billups was on the defense. The defense was very tight, but the White Wolf took it easy."

Smith watched his heart beat faster, just like he played in the Finals on behalf of the Rockets back then.

The tiebreaker against the Knicks was nothing more than that.

That was already 11 years ago, and ten years represent an era.

In today's era, many places have improved compared to ten years ago, but one thing remains unchanged.

That is the confrontation in the finals. No matter what, the ones who can shine in the finals will always be those warriors who dare to fight.

Bai Jidong chose to hit him with his back, pushing in hard, but Prince couldn't stop him.

"White Wolf used his experience to kill Tyshawn!"

As everyone expected, Prince couldn't stop Bai Jidong's back attack.

Hamilton was worried, he wanted to double-team, and he was worried about Bai Jidong's pass.

Shane Battier's three-pointer just played a deterrent, so that Hamilton did not dare to abandon him easily.

Prince's defense dragged to the end, Bai Weidong's back hit made him unable to parry, the last one shook his shoulders, and Prince was followed.

Bai Jidong took advantage of the momentum, turned his body around half a circle, faced the basket, leaped into the air like wings, stepped back, held the ball over his head, pushed it lightly, and shot towards the basket.

Prince gasped, unable to interfere, and could only watch the ball fly hopelessly out of his face.

"Shh!"

It was so hopeless that Prince didn't know how to resist this man.

Bai Jidong let out a wolf howl and led the others back to defend.

Billups looked gloomy and wanted to say something, but he heard Rasheed Wallace say, "Don't worry, call back! Just call back!"

"That's right, there is still a lot of time to call back like him!" Big Ben said.

The Pistons faced not only Bai Jidong, but also other people.

Bai Jidong turned them into a pack of wolves, the defensive end was always thinking of tearing a piece of flesh from the opponent.

This is the way the Pistons are most accustomed to playing, but now they can't score under this kind of confrontation.

Hardaway desperately entangled Billups frantically.Billups was out of rhythm and could only pass the ball first.

Afterwards, Hamilton received the ball, and the defense he encountered was stronger. Battier's defensive awareness and skills were much stronger than Hardaway's.

Hamilton also had no chance, and roared that Tianzun came to him and wanted to give him a response.

Hamilton passed the ball and was shot out of bounds by Johnson Sr.

"Ahh! Good shot!" Garnett yelled, as if he was on the court himself.

In a game, the scariest thing is to be defeated by the opponent in a way you are good at.

High-intensity confrontation, tight defense, and suffocating rhythm, these should have been the Pistons' forte, but now the Timberwolves reciprocated.

They lost their minds under the pressure and could not find a way to attack.

The game has reached the point where it will fall into the abyss if no changes are made. Billups has a stern look and moves forward. He receives the serve from his teammate and dribbles directly to Hardaway's defense.

He wants to break this situation and reawaken his teammates, which requires him to break through the Timberwolves' defense. This is a difficult task, but he is confident that he will do it.

Billups' attack reminded Bai Jidong of a sentence - all the flames that can rush up and radiate are beautiful.

Billups is in this way, at all, bet everything.

He singled out Hardaway, jumped into the paint, knocked Hardaway away, twisted and wiped under the basket, and picked up the basket.

It's tough, but who cares how you score as long as the goal is scored?
Billups yelled: "Remember, how we got here! We're not here to lose, we're here to win!"

"That's right!" roared Big Ben.

"Come on! Wolf cubs!" Roaring Tianzun slapped his chest and roared.

Bai Jidong walked forward and let Hardaway take the ball.

Although he is a teammate, Billups' actions made him empathize.

Those who stand on this stage are all here to fight for the first place.

Bai Jidong looked ahead, feeling that it was not the Pistons, but Michael Jordan who once stood in front of him and uttered rude and trash talk.

Jordan was laughing at him: "Successor, is that all you can do?"

Many thought it was fun to be teammates with Jordan.Only when you really become teammates with him will you know that it is a nightmare.

After Jordan retired, the nightmare reached its climax.

The city that regarded him as its darling, and the fans who regarded him as its faith, disappeared one by one, and all the relatives and relatives were deserted. He was also forced to leave Chicago.

He has had this nightmare for ten years, and now he finally has a chance to get rid of it.

"I will kill whoever stops me!"

Bai Jidong started to run, his No. 21 jersey fluttering.

Hardaway looked for Bai Weidong's traces, and he found that Bai Weidong was surrounded by the Pistons, and it was not easy to give him the ball.

Hardaway decided to break through first, mess up the situation and then make calculations.

Just do what you say, Hardaway hit Billups with his back, and then broke into the basket with his face.

Although Hardaway's breakthrough did not play the planned role, it also made the Pistons flustered for a while.

At this time, Bai Jidong threw Prince away and rushed to the outside line, "Penny!"

"Good chance!" Hardaway passed the ball.

Bai Jidong received the ball, and his body sank. Prince couldn't imagine what would happen if Bai Jidong made a three-pointer. He couldn't let this happen.

"Don't even think about it~!" Prince roared.

"Damn it! It's a feint!"

Bai Jidong flies to Prince and breaks through with the ball. Hamilton's help defense brings his attack to a climax.

Bai Weidong changed direction and dribbled the ball in sports, and got rid of Hamilton. His speed did not decrease, and he accelerated in a straight line, like an eagle spreading its wings, with only eyes on the basket.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Roaring Tianzun roared violently, jumped up and blocked Bai Jidong's ball with both hands.

Bai Jidong continued to move forward, knocking Wallace away with endless pressure, and buckled down.

The audience sighed, Bai Jidong buckled and flew.

Wallace yells, "Rebound! Rebound!"

Olowokandi grabbed the offensive rebound and made a second offense.

Big Ben stepped forward quickly, right hand held high, and missed Olowokandi's shot. "Rebound!"

Battier and Hamilton collided, like two lions in a famine, wishing to kill each other for a bite of meat.

The two got red eyes for a ball.The referee judged that the ball was contested, and the scene was under control.

"I don't know what the referees are doing. Do they want to see violence?" Barkley said: "I admire confrontation very much, but I don't admire this kind of confrontation without a bottom line. This is not basketball at all. This is fucking American football. !"

"I suspect more and more that these three are part-time boxing referees temporarily hired by the league." Smith joked.

Hamilton won the jump ball, and Billups drove the ball forward with great speed.If possible, he hopes to score directly, without extra complications.

If it is dragged into positional warfare, it will be too difficult.

Hardaway knew exactly what he was thinking: "Young man, don't think I'll let you pass, you should know it's impossible for you to succeed." "Damn bastard!" Billups gritted his teeth, hating himself not fast enough.

Transferring the ball from the outside, the Timberwolves did not lose their position, and there was no chance.

Big Ben's screen had no chance because of the Timberwolves' high-quality rotation, and Billups could only hand the ball to Rasheed Wallace.

In the last six seconds, Wallace launched an attack, hit back, and pushed in. He had no way out, and the ball had to be shot by him.

"You can't fucking score!" Old Johnson interfered with him at any time.

Rasheed pushed to the edge of the paint area, roared, opened the way with his right elbow, knocked the old Johnson out of breath, threw a straight arm throw, and scored at the buzzer.

Rasheed Wallace raised his head and yelled non-stop, as if he was going to put all his strength into this yell.

"82 to 80, the Pistons lead by 2 points, and there are 90 seconds left in the game!" Smith reported the score and time.

"Now look at the white wolf, the whole world knows who will attack this round for the Timberwolves." Barkley said: "For this moment, he has fought from the first second to the present, and now is the time for him to prove his worth. , if he wants to sublimate himself, he can't escape, the only way is to give it a go and win the battle!"

In Bai Jidong's eyes, everything slowed down.

The movement of teammates, the arming of opponents and even the passage of time.

The attack time passed by every second, Bai Jidong was standing on the outside right wing, he used gestures to direct his teammates to move, but he himself stayed still.

Prince didn't know what he was doing.

Bai Jidong controlled the ball by himself for 14 seconds. At the last ten seconds of the attack time, he finally showed his sharpness. His speed increased several notches. He swung his arms and dribbled the ball, breaking through Principe like a phantom. s.

"RIP!"

Hamilton made up, and Bai Jidong stopped, controlled the ball, and pressed the rhythm. After two seconds, the center of gravity lowered, and he used his body to forcibly run over.

Under the basket, there are Pistons and Wallace, so rushing in like this is equivalent to finding a cap.

In front of the paint area, Bai Weidong reined in the cliff and dribbled the ball behind his back to stop his steps, picked up the basketball, and jumped up.

Big Ben was already stuck in front of him, and his hands were raised straight.

"Shh!"

"YES~~~!"

"Tie! Pistons fast serve, Chauncey Billups counterattack, Hardaway fouls, Pistons choose timeout!"

"One more minute, hold on, we will win this game, this is the only reason we are here!" Sanders has nothing to do, the only thing he can do is to pour chicken soup on the players.

The timeout ended and the Pistons served hard.

Billups was followed by Hardaway all the way, and the others were also tightly entangled. In this round, the Timberwolves once again offered a suffocating wolf defense.

Billups pondered outside, waiting for the best opportunity.Desperately, the best time is lingering.

"No time, Chauncey!" bellowed Big Ben.

Billups could only make a strong three-pointer and hit the basket.

Big Ben jumped violently, grabbed the rebound, forced a second offense, and was fouled by Olowokandi.

"Fuck!" Olowokandi roared unwillingly.

It's a relief to know that Ben Wallace is shooting just 42 percent from the free-throw line this season.

The ball was served to Big Ben, and every Timberwolves player and the audience prayed (or rather cursed).

The prayers worked, and Wallace missed his first free throw to the front basket.

Big Ben's face was livid, "Shit!"

"boom!"

Big Ben raised the arc, causing the second free throw to hit the back basket, and also missed.

Roaring Tianzun grabbed the ball with all his strength and shot the rebound from the basket.

Prince stretches his long arms and catches the ball. "Hold on, guys!"

"Yes, that's it!" Billups asked for the ball.

The more they got to this time, the calmer they became. This is the confidence brought by the championship.

They won't mess up, no matter what, there is no leader right now.

As long as you play steadily and slowly, even if you don't make it, you will still be divided equally, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

The delicate machine of the piston is running again.To win, they need to work together to create a flawless offense.

Billups is still standing at the top of the arc where all positions can be observed.

The real story is inside the three-point line, and the Pistons' screen crossings are difficult to guard.

Prince, who had been suppressed for a whole game, was determined to stab the Timberwolves with a fatal blow.

Bai Jidong turned around and was about to follow, but he encountered the cover of Big Ben.

To Big Ben's shock, Bai Jidong turned around like a gymnast and chased after Prince.

Unaware of the shadow behind him, Prince got the ball from Billups and was about to make a layup when a hand from behind reached over his head and pinned the ball to the backboard.

"!￥!@#..."

"White Wolf's death block! 13 seconds left. Minnesota's ball, White Wolf possession, timeout! Game timeout!"

Sanders replaced Johnson Sr. with Hassell.

For this ball, just attack, don't defend, and don't need rebounds. It's a one-ball decision.

Bai Weidong serves to Hardaway, then quickly goes up to catch Hardaway's ball, and spreads out, Bai Weidong faces Prince.

Prince's heartbeat quickened, one must know that he failed to defend Bai Jidong once tonight.

Now let him guard against Bai Jidong's last attack, which made him bear unbearable pressure.

Stress, is this stress?
Bai Jidong has ushered in the most important round of his career so far. Jordan's back is in front of him, and the door of legend is open to him. As long as he takes one step forward, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the legend.

This is my moment!
mine!

"Your Highness, I see fear in your eyes. Don't you know that this is a test given to us by God? The weak avoid it, but the strong face it."

Bai Jidong controls the time, when he starts it, the time is about to come to an end.

Prince followed his movements, feeling himself at the mercy of the applause.

Bai Weidong's fake action once again deceived him, this mistake is enough to be fatal.

Bai Jidong pulled the ball to Zuo, separated from Prince, just stepped on the free throw line, jumped up, like a dancer in the air, holding up the ball, all his efforts were only for this moment!
Sanders stared.
Garnett stood up despite the dissuasion of the team doctor: "Come in!"

Everyone looked into the sky.

The red light is on!

"Shh!"

"The goal is scored~~~! The White Wolf beat the Detroit Pistons! The Timberwolves won the battle of Tianwangshan!"

"Incredible hit! He did it!"

Bai Jidong's face was full of fatigue, he didn't talk to Prince, turned around and walked away.

His teammates seemed to be crushing him into meatloaf, and they rushed over to suppress him in groups.

The only thing Prince could see was the number on his back.

21 number.

　In order to read smoothly, I simply published the three chapters together. There are still two chapters today. After finishing writing, I will wait until the afternoon when the editor sends them out.

　　
　
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