NBA Backer King Chapter 15

Chapter 15 The Shark

The game was suspended for 20 minutes and resumed after the rebounds were replaced.

"Perverted coolie, can you get the ball?"

"If you don't have the ball, you're going to be crushed, you dead pervert."

The Suns attacked, and Comrade Pharaoh and O'Neal, like two beasts, started another round of low-level offensive and defensive confrontation.

Still relying on his stronger hitting power, he carried O'Neal and squeezed into the paint area, still two meters away from the basket.

At this time, Barkley, who was holding the ball, suddenly passed the ball in.

Wang Tiejun grabbed with his right hand and pinched with his five fingers, smashing the ball to death.

If it's O'Neal, there are many ways to get the ball to the basket at this time, turn around for a dunk, hook or throw to hit the board, etc.

But he had no choice, he was still a little short of distance, and his finishing ability was too poor. He could only continue to arch to the basket before shooting.

The Magic has no players to double-team him as a rookie. This era is a personal confrontation and single-player, especially in the low post, which is not conducive to double-teaming. The offensive and defensive confrontation between him and O'Neal began.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Between the dribble, he hit with all his strength, and the ferocious force of no waves hit O'Neal's chest instantly, and the dull impact made his teeth sore.

"Uh!"

With O'Neal's physique, the thick chest also felt crushed, the air in the lung cavity was squeezed out, and there was even a whistling sound, causing pain in every rib.

He struggled to hold back, but he still took a small step back, but he immediately put it on again.

"Boom!"

The second lean, followed one after another.

"Uh!"

O'Neal made a heavy gasp in his throat. He felt that his lungs were about to be squeezed out, and his face was swollen with blood.

And at his feet, he took another half step back, and the speed of sticking to it was slow.

The audience was dead silent. Nearly 20,000 fans watched the two low-position behemoths carry out the fiercest and fiercest collision and confrontation. They even stopped breathing involuntarily.

"Boom!"

The third one, arrived as scheduled.

"Uh!"

When the most ferocious force hit, O'Neal felt like his scalp was about to explode, and the force seemed to spread from his chest to the top of his head, and then burst out.

At the same time, his throat screamed, and the air in the lung cavity was squeezed out by a huge force at the speed of a tornado.

The pain in his chest and the accumulation of strength made his defense collapse like a broken levee.

"Oh!"

When the home fans saw that O'Neal stumbled back in the third confrontation and completely lost his defensive position, a huge exclamation broke out.

"here you go!"

Off the field, Colangelo had already seen his blood flow, and shouted loudly with his fist raised.

"Separate him!"

On the field, Barkley shouted sharply.

"I don't have the ability to smash your backboard right now, so I'll deduct you first and get some interest."

Wang Tiejun turned around and took a step up to the stern shouts of the flying pigs in the air. He grabbed the ball with his right hand and raised it high, facing O'Neal who was arched into the basket by him and smashed it down.

"Damn it!"

O'Neal's eyes were splitting, but he couldn't stop it. His center of gravity was lost, and there was no way to react.

"boom!"

The violent explosion of the basket sounded, and O'Neal was hit again and stumbled back. If there were no teammates behind him, he might have been knocked over directly.

The Magic's home fans were dead silent, the same on the live commentary and ESPN's commentary.

"Oh!"

The Suns players on the field cheered and rushed towards Pharaoh.

"yeah!"

The Suns' bench immediately boiled over, and the players and the coaching staff rose from their seats one after another, clenching their fists in excitement and shouting at the court.

"Damn it, I underestimated him! Underestimating his low position depends on playing..." Colangelo excitedly clenched his fists and kept shouting.

He saw Wang Tiejun knocking over Mark West twice in New York. He did think that Wang Tiejun had a certain potential, but he didn't take it too seriously because Mark West's strength was too poor.

But this attack was against O'Neal, a low-position behemoth who was at the peak of his debut, so the meaning was completely different.

Head coach Paul Westphal's eyes were also shining, and he muttered: "If only the other skills were better, the finishing skills were better, and the movement speed was better. It's a pity, he can only shoot at the basket, it's a waste of his low post."

"Ho...ho...ho..."

His chest rose and fell violently, O'Neal was panting, and during several confrontations, his physical energy was very high, and the whole chest was numb, and the inside of the lung cavity was hot and aching.

He glanced at Wang Tiejun and felt that this was a real animal, and the donkeys in Mexico were not as strong as him.

Wang Tiejun stared fiercely at O'Neal, his fierce eyes were like a beast, and a low voice sounded: "Damn pervert, I said, you will feel very sour tonight."

"Come on then, I'm afraid of you?" O'Neal roared unwillingly.

"Paul, is he ok? This is a frontal dunk after a real low post confrontation. Our day laborer won this year's No. 1 pick in the confrontation and dunked him."

On the sidelines, Colangelo excitedly shouted at head coach Paul Westphal.

Paul Westphal shook his head with emotion and said: "Yes yes, boss, I saw it, I saw his talent, his technical movements by hitting are average, no fake movements, no turning, what skills? None, only the back arch, but his attacking power is so powerful that he can destroy all defensive powers!"

At this moment, Wang Tiejun, who was very excited, passed by the bench and shouted to Colangelo, "Sir, am I worth a guarantee contract?"

"Guaranteed contract?" Colangelo was startled.

At this time, Wang Tiejun had already run past, he hurriedly followed and ran two steps, shouting at the former's back:

"Old K, we will sign a contract after the game, a new contract, a guarantee contract, a full guarantee contract."

Now he is a little worried, because just with this ball, this young man will definitely enter the sight of other teams.

"Really?"

Pharaoh was so excited that he was about to explode. He felt that there were countless golden mountains floating by in front of him, and it was all his money.

"It's too bad. Our No. 1 draft pick was detained again. We were detained twice in a single game. We haven't finished the first quarter today."

The on-site commentator lamented at this time: "The last time I was detained by Barkley, it doesn't really count. Barkley didn't complete the deduction by himself. That perverted coolie was an accomplice.

But this time the buckle is too bad! That perverted coolie's low-ranking attack is too cruel, he actually, actually..."

Having said that, he can't go on, this ball is too bad for Magic's morale.

On the ESPN commentary booth, Winston Rollins said with a wry smile: "Power, why is his power so great? With the same size, he can actually crush O'Neal, how is this possible?"

From his words, it can be heard that until now, he has not accepted the scene that just happened.

"Perhaps, he is Chinese and knows Chinese kung fu?" Vent Oldman guessed.

Winston Rollin's eyes lit up, this was a good reason, and he immediately said with high spirits: "Yes, he must have used kung fu, this cunning Chinese, **** it, it's wrong to do this, he can't Work hard..."

(end of this chapter)

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