The Road to Stardom: Start as a Slam Dunk Master

The second quarter only started for 5 minutes, and there were still 7 minutes left. The SuperSonics had already scored 20 points with a 100% shooting rate. Not only did they wipe out the 7 points that the Wizards managed to score in the first quarter, advantage, and even surpassed it by as much as 5 points!

What's even more frightening is that these 20 points all come from the same person.

SuperSonics No. 23, Lin Dong!

In 5 minutes, one person scored 20 points, and only took 7 shots, 4 3-pointers, 2 2-pointers and 4 free throws. Except for the 3 free throws, which were not included in the shooting percentage statistics, the shooting percentage was As high as 100%!

What kind of firepower is this? What kind of scoring ability is this?

Other All-Star players might have taken 48 minutes to get data, but this guy only took 7 shots in 5 minutes!

Oh my god...

That kid is very arrogant and dares to provoke the home fans one after another, but to be honest, what can you do in the face of such provocations?

People just can score. If you scold them, they will score. If you cheer, they will score. There are all kinds of goals. The harder you scold, the more goals you score! Just push your home team directly to the ground and rub it... And besides showing your incompetence and frustration, what else can your incompetent barking show?

The arena fell silent.

Jordan's eyes were as cold as ice.

"Ron!" He said coldly: "You go and guard Payton!"

Everyone in the Wizards team was slightly startled. It was obvious that Jordan was really angry. He couldn't tolerate a first-year rookie installing a silencer in his arena, let alone such a guy in his finals. You can take whatever you ask for.

The God of Basketball is taking action himself!

"No!"

There are not many people in the Wizards who dare to contradict Jordan, but Artest is definitely one of them.

Artest's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Lin Dong.

"BOSS, give me another chance!" Artest gritted his teeth and said, "I can guard him. I can do it. I want to guard the shit out of that kid!"

"..." Jordan looked at him coldly. If this wasn't the finals, he felt that he had smashed the basketball into this guy's face. How could a loser have the confidence to give someone his shit? Guard against it? There is simply no self-awareness!

But it's still a bit bloody.

Reason told him to choose to believe at this time and give confidence to his teammates.

Although he could see that Lin Dong was now in a state that Artest could not guard against, even conceding another goal at this time would be better than destroying the confidence of a teammate.

But since he was convinced that Artest couldn't be guarded, and he was disgusted with this kind of guy who only talked big words, Jordan blurted out without thinking: "If you can't do it, get out of here, do you hear me clearly?" ?Rookie!”

Between knowing that I can't do anything, conceding a ball but giving my teammates confidence; and not conceding the ball but destroying the confidence of my teammates, the God of Basketball chose me to do it all...

Artest was startled. He obviously didn't expect that he would do his best for the team, but in exchange for this sentence.

There is no trust and no respect.

But after all, I have been with the Wizards for more than half a year, and I still know Michael's temper very well. What's more, at this moment, the most important thing is to kill Lin Dong first and achieve his worth.

He nodded, with a fierce look in his eyes.

The Wizards had the ball, relying on Artest's pick-and-roll, and Yao Ming successfully entered the paint area. The stable positional battle was obviously the Wizards' advantage. Yao Ming dunked Sakuragi under Jordan's pass and control, and won the game. 2 minutes.

40:43, which can be regarded as stopping the bleeding of the Wizards.

But this 2 points did not revive the excitement in the home arena. After the fans gave a symbolic applause, they all stared nervously at the opponent's No. 23 wearing a dark green jersey.

It has been 20 points in a row, will this guy continue?

Payton passed the midfielder with the ball, and before he could distribute the ball, Artest had already directly wrapped around Lin Dong.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's move to defend Dayao is strange only for using such a move against a center, but for a defender like Artest who can guard from the 2nd to the 4th position, such a winding press But it's just routine operation.

Just as soon as he got close, Lin Dong could feel the defensive intensity from Artest that was somewhat different from before.

The movement was much larger, and the two arms were surrounding him, almost hugging Lin Dong directly, and the fierce and cold look in his eyes was directly upgraded to the previous two levels.

"Asian boy, it won't be so easy anymore!" He said threateningly in Lin Dong's ear: "If you have the guts, go over and try! I will knock you out! Break your Asian legs!"

Start talking trash? Planning to attack personally?

Lin Dong laughed.

Coming from a boxing background, this is what I am not afraid of the most. Although I long for a high-intensity duel, if the opponent insists on making it easier for me to win, that is not something I would mind.

"Use your little pink fist?" Lin Dong teased him with a smile: "Then you have to wear a pair of gloves, otherwise your finger bones will be broken."

Watt, watt, wattfak? !

Artest was stunned. He really never thought that this Asian, who was only 19 years old, would dare to say harsh words to him, a famous villain in the league?

Is this Asian asshole mocking himself for being a sissy?

A layer of flush spread quickly from Artest's neck at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly spread across his entire face.

Doesn't this kid know how to write the word "death"? I am Fake...

Before Artest could finish the curse words in his mind, Lin Dong suddenly swayed in front of him and took advantage of his daze to rush out from his side.

Got fooled!

Realizing that the other party was deliberately distracting him, Artest took the opportunity to get rid of him.

Buzz!

His brain exploded with a buzz.

This Asian is humiliating him! Humiliating him with the most vicious words!

What kind of pink fists were used to humiliate him for being unmanly, humiliating him for being a sissy, and even using dirty tricks like talking to distract him to humiliate his IQ!

Artest went berserk.

At this moment, the bullshit finals, making money, and worth were all in vain in front of this humiliation and the crazy anger that surged into Artest's brain.

There was no need to worry about any defensive moves. Artest took action without even thinking. He suddenly yanked the shaking figure in front of him with both hands, and directly grabbed Lin Dong's arm when Lin Dong had already gotten rid of him. Arm, and then he pulled back with all his strength, accompanied by a roar that he had lost his mind.

"Fake Squid! Biqi!"

This movement and roar were just like the roar of an out-of-control wild bear, so loud that it was beyond words.

Although Lin Dong was on guard, facing Artest's brute force, he was finally pulled up and flew back. His center of gravity was thrown back wildly until Artest let go and staggered back several steps. , almost fell down.

The entire arena was stunned, and the referee was also stunned and quickly blew the whistle.

beep!

The home whistle is returned to the home whistle, but that is only based on the fact that some ambiguous penalties can be biased towards the home court. But with such a standard, it is impossible not to blow it even at the home court. If his referee license is not revoked, he will be sorry for the word license. .

But before the referee could call out the penalty result, Artest had already rushed towards Lin Dong like a furious lion, directly hitting his head and chest with his head.

Lin Dong smiled and raised his hands, turning his face to one side to avoid getting wet with his spit.

"Come on! Come on!" Artest roared angrily at Lin Dong, pushing Lin Dong back with his head and body.

Everyone around was startled by this sudden change. Jordan, who was the closest, was dumbfounded. Is this how this idiot used the last chance he gave him?

Payton, Iguodala, and Brent were still a little far away from Lin Dong's position at this time. They were surprised and ran over here. There was almost a riot on the bench, and all the substitute players jumped up. .

Over there, Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was still entangled with Yao Ming, immediately widened his eyes.

"Wow!" Sakuragi Hanamichi left Yao Ming behind and sprinted 100 meters towards this side.

It is actually quite common for disputes and frictions to occur on the court. Normally, there are always a few people in a team who have a good relationship with the person who is "conflicted" and want to come out to stand up for their brothers. But like the Sonics right now, This is the first time I have seen Artest react so quickly and act so neatly and fiercely.

Especially the red-haired Japanese boy, who rushed towards him with red eyes, gave Artest the feeling that he was not here to break up the fight, but that he was rushing towards him to kill him.

Terrible momentum...

Even a villain like Artest couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at this moment. His anger was frightened away, and he subconsciously did not dare to continue to challenge Lin Dong.

But the real problem is that red hair is not the most powerful...

call!

Boom!

A large, unknown object flew directly over from the SuperSonics bench and hit Artest hard on the back with a thud.

As strong as Artest, he felt a sharp pain in his back, which made him scream "Ah".

Only then did the others see the thing fall to the ground, making two thuds on the floor.

Then, the entire MCI center was stunned, and everyone was stunned.

Battle, tactical board? ! Can this thing be used to hit people?

Damn it, is the SuperSonics coach so brave?