I'm king in the basket

Chapter 273 Impure Bloodline

In front of Calderon is Westbrook.

In order to give them a space where they can flex their muscles, others have moved their position to 8000 meters away.

In fact, Master Wei does not need so much space, he has never been a player who relies on space.

He likes to attack against the defense and is keen on difficult shots. This kind of shot is synonymous with inefficiency, but he is passionate about it.
With the ball in hand, Calderon's defense was about to be resolved.

Westbrook suddenly pulled up on the spot. At that moment, his body was stiff and his limbs were straight. The sudden burst of energy made people believe that he could really ignore the barrier of gravity and reach the zenith.

In front of such an opponent, Calderon could only raise his hand to interfere.

"Shh!"

"Your defense is not good at all!"

Westbrook is wild like a burning fire, and it will rush to others in an instant.

Li Xing looked at it, and the surprise of his physical fitness was indeed the gap between Calderon and these monsters.

This is not something that can be made up for with hard work. Westbrooks are supermen playing in the sky. When encountering this kind of opponent, Calderon can only hope that the opponent feels bad.

The Thunder are really a talented team.

Westbrook and Ibaka fired one after another, and both made achievements. The world's most handsome Durant is still dormant, and James Harden is still sitting on the court.

However, Li Xing couldn't wait for others to see his new skills.

"Jose."

Li Xing called out.

Calderon looked over, and Li Xing pointed to the three-point line at the top of the arc, with a clear intention.

Is it going to be used so soon?Calderon also did not expect Li Xing to be so impatient. Since he wanted to do this, there was no reason to refuse.

At the top of the arc, Li Xing blocked Westbrook, then stepped back and stood outside the three-point line.

Before today, Li Xing had never shot a three-pointer.

Westbrook has never been a good defender, but he also knows what kind of offense can be put and what kind of offense can't be put.

Li Xing's three-pointer is an attack that can be let go.

Moreover, the quality of Li Xing's pick-and-roll was really not good, and he didn't have the style of the past at all, so he directly chose to chase Calderon.

Perkins' hands are already set up. If Calderon is too fast, he doesn't mind giving the opponent a hard elbow from Kevin Garnett.

Calderon, however, failed to break deep.

He saw Westbrook approaching his position, picked up the ball, and flicked it behind his head.

From beyond the three-point line, Li Xing received the ball.

"This position is not good, Larch has no three-point ability!"

As soon as the Smiling Assassin's words fell, Li Xing put on a posture that no one expected.

He held the ball and squatted down - this is a fucking shot preparation!
The scene was dead silent, and everyone's eyes were on Li Xing.He took the ball, aimed at the basket, jumped up, and the ball flew out of his heart. This was the first three-pointer in his career.

At this moment, he used his all-seeing eyes.

It was also at this moment that his all-seeing eyes rose to the third level.

He saw the fate of the ball.

"Have it!"

"Shh!"

"Dante hits a three-pointer!"

"This is the first three-pointer in his career!"

Even Perkins moved his "calm" expression to a "wow" surprised face, which shows how surprising Li Xing's performance is.

Angus and the Smiling Assassin each glanced at each other. What's amazing about this ball is that it's not a deadly tactic.

Looking at the whole process, Li Xing and Calderon decided to play this tactic from the very beginning.

Li Xing deliberately gave a low-quality pick-and-roll so that Westbrook could catch up with Calderon through many obstacles.

They expected Li Xing to have no three-point shooting ability, so they wanted to surround Calderon in the middle of the road.
"That person, did he really practice three-pointers?"

The fans at the scene stood up and shouted excitedly.

Li Xing was checking the third-level effect of the omniscient eye.

There are two main functions, lie detection and predicting the direction of things.It doesn't mean that you can know what will happen in the future like a prophet. For example, you can know the result in less than two seconds after the shot just now.

At this time, the omniscient eye will tell Li Xing what fate the ball will have.

If not, the all-seeing eye will feed back an uncomfortable feeling, and vice versa.

As for the efficacy of lie detection, Li Xing has yet to test it further.

"Don't be too complacent, you group of Malegons!"

Ibaka still had the look of "I'm just arrogant and you come and beat me".

He is really special like those small supporting roles in movies that are specially used to slap the protagonist's face, but it's a pity that Li Xing doesn't play against him.

Bargnani, who is responsible for his counterpoint, must perform well tonight, and no one wants to embarrass himself in the marriage proposal.

He tried hard to defend well, but he really couldn't do it well.

The Thunder pass the ball quickly, and Ibaka's inside cut is also keen.

Master Wei saw the opportunity, saw Ibaka's running position, and hoisted the ball into the sky. If everything goes well, he will present a wonderful alley-oop dunk.

However—just when Ibaka thought the goal could be scored, Li Xing, who was far outside the paint area, took a fierce step, rushed in front of him, dribbled the ball, and pressed him down from the air .

This was undoubtedly a foul, but the referee didn't blow it.

Ibaka landed heavily and the ball fell into Bargnani's hands.

"Damn! That bastard fouled!"

Ibaka asked the referee to reason, but the latter didn't even look at him.

This is the benefit of privileged players. Li Xingzhi is no longer just a star in the league.

His influence is increasing day by day. Even if he doesn't take the initiative to build a good relationship with the referee, the league will make the referee more convenient.

What's more, Li Xing took the initiative to greet the referee.

Ibaka was unwilling. When he stood up, the Raptors had already completed the counterattack.

"What a pity. What did you say just now? I didn't hear clearly."

Bargnani looked at him mockingly.

"Don't talk to me like that, you limp noodle!" Ibaka yelled.

"Although the noodles are soft, it's fine if they are harder than yours."

As soon as Bargnani's voice fell, the battle between Durant and Tony Allen started on the other side of the field.

Li Xing wanted to go over to help, but Perkins took the initiative to pull him out. Although he didn't have the ability to shoot, he needed to switch defenses in time if he were to pick and roll someone else.

It's a tough decision, let Durant single Allen in the low post, or stay in and double-team and let Perkins play a monster in the high post.

Durant shouldn't have attacked tonight?

Li Xing thought so, and decided to try to let it go, maybe Allen can guard against him?

He thought so, and Durant told him a terrible fact: No matter how tough Allen's defense is, it is useless in front of absolute heights.

Durant's offense in this round was even more straightforward than O'Neal's back to Bradley. His thin body pressed in and couldn't push people away, but it didn't matter, as long as he grabbed the ball and raised it to his head, like a bull It's like Corgi can't get on the mother Erha, beyond his reach.

Durant pressed Allen's body, relied on his tall arms, raised his fingers, and scored hard.

"Your defense is like a lump of mud." Durant smiled lightly.

Allen said angrily, "What did you say?"

"Don't argue, I smell the slums from you, I don't want to talk to you." Durant said proudly.

damn it!
"Tony, don't worry about it."

"That guy was from the ghetto, too," Calderon said.

Allen couldn't swallow this breath anymore, and his strength was not enough to retaliate against Durant, so he could only swallow his anger.

Li Xing looked around, none of the Thunder team was in a negative state, and several main offensive points showed their hands, each showing a very good touch, which is not a good sign.

Bargnani is still in the low post, and he is really going to fight Ibaka to the end tonight.

Li Xing glanced at where the witch group was, and Lutz was there, and they were chatting.

Well, let's help Bargnani play the toughest game of his career tonight.

You know, the best game of Bargnani's career was played on the Thunder. Last season, he scored 62 points in a single game on the opponent.

The man who defended him was Ibaka.

"You keep saying that I am Malegon, so the person who scored 62 points by me is not as good as Malegon?"

"That's in the past! You know?"

"Just like Wilt Chamberlain's 50 points per game, it's all in the past, people have to look forward, you useless noodles!"

Ibaka growled in Bargnani's ear.

At this moment, Li Xing's high-quality pick-and-roll tripped Westbrook.

Calderon was able to unleash the siege and attack inward.

Perkins' defense is in place, fast, accurate and steady, just blocking the breakthrough route.

Li Xing once again fell outside the three-point line.

The previous three-pointer seemed to be in sight, and Westbrook didn't dare to let Li Xing go again.

As a result, Calderon still passed the ball out.

Li Xing took the ball and made a shooting posture. Westbrook jumped up directly. He knew it might be a fake move, but he couldn't help it.

Li Xing's height made him have to do this.

Master Wei was thrown into the air, Li Xing took the ball, and immediately broke through to the free throw line. Ibaka couldn't help leaving Bargnani to help defend, and at this moment, the audience danced.

Li Xing grabbed the ball, like a matador playing with a mad bull, and tapped it back and forth in front of Ibaka's eyes a few times.

Every hit can make his body react crazily. In the end, Li Xing changed hands to take the ball at his waist and hit the ground to Bargnani at the basket.

The Italian roared, jumped up with all his strength, and dunked at the basket.

"Aren't you a Spanish stupid pig? I thought the Spaniards were as smart as José. It seems I was wrong!"

Bargnani said disappointedly.

It was too late for Ibaka's anger to flare up, and Li Xing went on to make up the knife.

"You can't say that. He's not a pure-bred Spaniard. It's normal to be a little mentally handicapped."

The two talked and sang the oboe, which made Ibaka so angry that he wanted to fight.

(End of this chapter)