Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 217 Explosive Data

Yuan Qingshan snatched the ball from Thompson, and Thompson's face turned green. When did he encounter such a situation when he was the champion? Today, it was broadcast live nationwide. It's a shame!
Thompson ran over and put his arms around Yuan Qingshan's waist.

Yuan Qingshan was taken aback, and even guessed for a moment that Thompson was also the owner of the system, and was performing some strange tasks.

"Away team No. 11, foul!" The referee blew his whistle.

Obviously Yuan Qingshan was thinking too much. In fact, this was considered a tactical foul, in order to prevent the opponent from playing a fast break.

Thompson didn't use much force, and the referee was relieved. The score was so anxious, he was really afraid of the situation like Whiteside and Green in the first half.

The number of fouls for the Warriors was up, and Yuan Qingshan walked to the free throw line.

The fans directly behind the basket immediately put away some messy banners and the like, and held their breath for fear of affecting Yuan Qingshan's free throw.

hiss... ho... hiss... ho...

Adjusting his breathing as much as possible, Yuan Qingshan naturally separated his feet, bent his knees slightly, and put his five fingers on the ball with his palms free, his arms and arms hanging down at 90 degrees.

Then put your feet on the ground, lift the ball with your arms, and with the help of a continuous force from bottom to top, the middle finger and index finger of your right hand finally push the ball out.

With a soft crack, the basketball crossed a high arc and fell into the basket.

112: 112, tie!
The second free throw, hit, go-ahead!
boom! ! !
The Staples Center was boiling, and tens of thousands of people cheered in unison, setting off the biggest wave of the night.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Scott waved his fist and said three good words in a row, and the substitute players behind him surrounded each other and cheered happily.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!" O'Neal and Barkley held their heads at the same time, watching the incredible score on the scoreboard: 113:112, the Lakers achieved the lead for the first time since the start.

At this moment, Yuan Qingshan really wanted to get a super big and super soft bed and put it on the court, then fall down with a bang, and close his eyes to enjoy his glorious moment.

He was thinking wildly in his mind when a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Ding!
Congratulations on triggering the hidden mission.

Completion Conditions: Defeat the Golden State Warriors.

Task Reward: One purple random skill for Warrior players.

Yuan Qingshan's eyes widened sharply, filled with excitement. He never expected that a hidden mission would be triggered in the last minute of the game. It seems that the condition for triggering this mission should be to overtake the opponent or something.

The Warriors have a total of 15 players, from superstar Curry to rookie Looney at the same level, all of them may add up to more than 40 skills.

But the range of purple skills is very small, and it is estimated that at least the role players who can have purple skills must be role players.

It is estimated that only Curry and Thompson have three skill columns above purple. Others such as Green and Iguodala will have one or two purple skills.

If it's shooting skills, it's great, whether it's Curry or Thompson, otherwise I have too few offensive methods now, and I will be thoroughly studied in the future, and it will be difficult to score if I take precautions!
This task is tantamount to timely rain, providing a new direction for my growth.

Yuan Qingshan thought so, his eyes turned from excitement to frenzy!
Sensitive Curry immediately noticed the change in Yuan Qingshan's mood, looked at him thoughtfully, and wondered if he still had the strength to raise himself to another level?

There are still 1 minutes left in the game.

The Warriors kicked off quickly, Curry took the ball and went straight to the frontcourt, Yuan Qingshan pounced on it like a hungry wolf, shaking Curry, his feet slipped, and he almost didn't fall.

"Here, here!" Thompson was chased by Nick Young and kept running, but he only ran for a second before being caught up by Nick Young. The game is now, and Nick Young is also desperate. What about the defending champion? We just want to win you!

Curry found that Thompson had no good chance at all, so he turned his heart and shot two steps away from the three-point line.

Through the previous games, Yuan Qingshan has somewhat adapted to Curry's long-range shots. He was already prepared at this time. He restrained the urge to jump up the moment Curry bent his knees, and then jumped up when Curry's feet were off the ground.

The basketball turned into a brown streamer and flew towards the Warriors' backcourt.

"What the hell, fight!" Downs yelled strangely and took a big step to chase after him. After a few steps, Green lost his strength and stamped his feet anxiously behind.

While Downs was rushing forward, a blue figure flew out quickly and went straight to Downs, intending to stop him at all costs.

At this time, the only one who can still have this speed in the Warriors is Klay Thompson, a physical master.

Yuan Qingshan kicked back the moment his feet hit the ground, and also rushed out towards the basketball. Towns' physical strength had bottomed out, and he would definitely be destroyed by Thompson. This goal must be scored, and free throws cannot be gambled.

Towns vaguely sensed that someone was chasing after him. After grabbing the basketball and dribbling for a few steps, he turned around and glanced. Thompson had already stretched out his hand from the back right and grabbed his jersey aggressively.

This guy wants to make a tactical foul again, hum, I won't give you a chance!
"Go on!" Towns yelled and threw the ball to the left rear, then accelerated to avoid Thompson's foul.

Thompson rushed to nothing, neither caught Towns nor caught the basketball, and suddenly lost his strength, he could no longer run, and stopped to wheeze and wheeze.

The ball from Curry's hand finally returned to Yuan Qingshan's hands. In order to avoid further accidents, he used up three accelerations near the free throw line.

It is this three-step basket that even children can know, which helped the Lakers extend the score to three points at critical moments.

Yuan Qingshan has scored 31 points, 8 rebounds, 8 assists, 3 blocks and 3 steals at this time.

Explosive data scrolled at the bottom of the big screen, causing bursts of cheers.

The DJ's voice was hoarse: "My God, tonight he is the savior of the City of Archangels! Let's shout..."

"Yuan-qing-shan, yuan-qing-shan!"

"Yuan-qing-shan, yuan-qing-shan!"

Tens of thousands of fans began to shout Yuan Qingshan's name again, and even the fans who were watching the game on the big screen on the square outside the arena cheered.

"Serve, hurry him to serve!" Green yelled at Bogut with nowhere to vent his anger.

Bogut ran to the bottom line with a beeping face, holding the ball in both hands and looking left and right. Curry had no chance at all, so he had to pass it to Thompson again.

"Defend, we must defend!" Yuan Qingshan yelled at his teammates while sticking to Curry.

"Okay!" The Lakers players shouted in unison, their sweat glistening under the spotlight.

(End of this chapter)