The Road to Stardom: Start as a Slam Dunk Master

76:84, the SuperSonics lead by 8 points, with 4 minutes left in the third quarter.

When Yao Ming rushed to the basket against Sakuragi Hanamichi again, Sakuragi felt that he was a little out of breath.

Although he was stuck in the paint area at this time, Sakuragi Hanamichi no longer had the concept of distance and position in his mind.

The air he sucked in with big mouthfuls seemed to be unable to enter his lungs and supply oxygen to his brain. His whole body was in a state of extreme hypoxia, which made his face turn red and his entire lips turned purple.

Almost all the actions he took were based on instinct.

But even if it was just instinct, he could feel that the strength from Yao Ming was running out, his squeeze was no longer so powerful, and his steps were no longer as flexible as before.

Sakuragi Hanamichi held back the breath in her throat and continued to wrap around her with all her strength. She used her arms to interfere with Yao Ming's body movements, used her instincts to predict Yao Ming's movements, and then used her legs to push against Yao Ming's every move. Before the steps of an action, if he had to think and concentrate before doing these actions, now these actions have completely become the instinct of his body.

To be honest, Sakuragi had an illusion. He felt that it was easier to defend himself now, but he just couldn't catch this damn breath...

Snapped!

Sakuragi Hanamichi heard the sound of a ball being played nearby. He didn't even use his eyes to look at it and couldn't see it. Even his oxygen-deprived brain could no longer analyze the information seen by his eyes.

But based on the sound and details such as Yao Ming's next shift of center of gravity, Sakuragi immediately determined that Yao Ming had caught the ball and at the same time lowered his center of gravity slightly.

Want to turn around? !

Sakuragi Hanamichi held in his breath, his whole face turned red, and he tried his best to put his left hand on Yao Ming's waist, raised his right hand high, and at the same time, his two legs were like puppets stuck to Yao Ming's legs. Likewise, following Yao Ming's movements of raising his legs is almost completely in sync.

Dayao held the ball and wanted to turn around, but he could never get the position of his pivot foot. The guy's tarsal maggot-like leg behind him got stuck early on in the best position that his pivot leg needed to occupy when he turned left.

Then turn right!

This time, the pivot foot was stationary, but his body was stuck by the force of the guy pushing forward, destroying his considerable center of gravity.

If the left side can't turn, and the right side can't turn, then hit it from behind!

Dayao gasped and sat back slightly, looking for the defender's center of gravity. In fact, he could feel that the guy's energy was running low at this time.

This ball wants you to go down!

A flash of light flashed from Dayao's eyes. He estimated that Sakuragi Hanamichi's center of gravity seemed to be "shaky" and no longer stable, and he leaned back with 70% of his strength.

It's not that 10 points of force is unaffordable, but 7 points is more cost-effective. Besides, with the current state of the kid behind him, if he uses too much force, he may be knocked out and he may get a foul, but...

Bang!

When Dayao hit him, Sakuragi Hanamichi staggered and stepped back slightly, but he managed to resist.

Yao Ming was surprised. He clearly felt that the other party was already dying, but now this...

Huchihuchihuchi...dong dong dong dong...

Dayao could also hear his heavy breathing and heartbeat, and then he understood instantly.

The guy behind him is already dying, but his physical strength is also approaching the limit. Being entangled by this monster for two whole quarters is like running 10 kilometers with a weight of 100 kilograms, and it is not a jog, but an explosion. Run in one breath!

He has no strength left. The so-called 7-point power is just 7-point power under weakness. It is an illusion and is not enough to destroy the opponent.

Thinking of this, Dayao couldn't help laughing. He had tortured Japan for several years in Asia. He really underestimated this Japanese boy. He could be a regular starter in the SuperSonics and become Lin Dong's right-hand man. This The boy is not comparable to the rookies of the Japanese national team.

It's really rude to use 7 points of force, you have to go all out!

Yao Ming took a deep breath, then used all his strength to push back hard.

The previous collision of 7 points of force had already made Sakuragi unsteady on his feet. At this time, his steps were stumbling and his consciousness was extremely blurred. But when the collision of 10 points of force...

Huge force rushed onto Sakuragi Hanamichi's shoulders, making Sakuragi unable to steady his steps any longer and began to stagger, and fell backwards.

At this moment, Sakuragi Hanamichi felt his heart suddenly tighten, and the breath he had been holding loosened. The strong dizziness in his brain hit him irresistibly, making his vision go dark.

Only before the scene was completely cut off, the referee's whistle was vaguely heard.

foul? Haha, Yao fouled and earned another one!

This thought consumed the last remaining oxygen in his brain, and he fell into a coma.

"The goal is valid! SuperSonics No. 10 blocked a foul and received an extra penalty!"

"Fuck! This is a collision with the ball!" The SuperSonics bench instantly rioted, but the sound was instantly annihilated by the huge cheers in the arena.

——Yao! Yao! Yao! Yao!

——2+1! 2+1!

Lin Dong and Payton on the field saw something was wrong with Sakuragi Hanamichi. After being knocked down, he fell to the ground motionless.

Both of them were startled, fearing that he had hit the back of his head when he fell on his back or something. They quickly ran forward and shouted to the sidelines: "Timeout! Timeout!"

Only then did MacMillan and others notice something was wrong with Sakuragi Hanamichi.

Regardless of the fact that Dayao was defended by Sakuragi, he still scored 13 points in this quarter, and the total score had reached 25 points. From a statistical point of view, he obviously crushed Sakuragi, but Sakuragi was better than Dayao. The restriction and consumption effects are obvious to all. Sakuragi Hanamichi is even firmly controlling the Wizards' offensive rhythm on his own. Without him, Yao Ming would have scored 40 points based on his current state and possession of the ball. 20 rebounds!

At this juncture, this general must not be injured.

The referee was also shocked. He had just whistled a 2+1. If the offender who was whistled for the foul was actually seriously injured, then this would be a bit unjustifiable.

The game was paused, the courtside team doctor rushed onto the court, and the referee ran to the referee's chair to watch the video replay.

"It's okay. It's just that he may have fainted due to excessive physical strength and lack of oxygen. Just let him get some oxygen and rest. Spread out and let him breathe!" The team doctor said while calling Lin Dong and others who were gathered around to disperse. Open it, and at the same time call the assistant to quickly bring spare oxygen bottles and masks.

The emergency measures allowed Sakuragi Hanamichi to wake up quickly.

Whoop whoop whoop whoop!

He was breathing heavily and felt that his consciousness was not very clear, but he immediately asked: "Did Yao commit a foul just now?"

No one had spoken yet, but at this moment, the detailed replay of the confrontation between the two people had already appeared on the big screen above their heads.

I saw in slow motion that Yao Ming's first impact had already knocked Sakuragi back and staggered out. His feet had moved and he was not standing firm at all. There was nothing wrong with Yao Ming's movements, just a standard back. Just a fight.

Yao Ming's second collision had already arrived, but Sakuragi was still staggering at this time and could not stand firmly. He even fell down before fully absorbing the force of Yao Ming's collision.

This ball...

Frankly speaking, there is no problem with the penalty, it just depends on the scale.

If the ball is played at the SuperSonics' home court, the ball may not be called. Instead, if it is placed at the home court of some more extreme and shameless opponents, they may even call you a technical foul.

The Wizards chose just a 2+1 ordinary foul at home, which is relatively fair.

The referee upheld the original decision, and the Sonics stopped making trouble. Only Sakuragi lowered his head in frustration while sucking oxygen.

His chest kept heaving and he took a big gulp of oxygen. He wanted to speak but couldn't. He was so exhausted that he spent a full 20 minutes trying to block the man who was 22 centimeters taller and weighed a full 31 kilograms. Such a huge man requires a lot of physical strength that is completely unimaginable to ordinary people.

Sakuragi Hanamichi held up his body and tried to stand up, but his hands and legs were still a little weak and trembling at this time, and the large mouthful of oxygen inhalation also consumed most of his energy at this time to relieve this situation. The lack of oxygen in his brain and the fatigue of his body muscles made it impossible for him to stand up at this time.

Iguodala and Brent helped the team doctor carry Hanamichi Sakuragi down, while McMillan walked to the referee's seat.

beep!

SuperSonics substitution! No. 10 Sakuragi Hanamichi goes down, No. 24 Desmond goes up!

——Be like Sakuragi and pester Yao! Don't give him room to easily squeeze under the basket!

McMillan kept explaining to Desmond loudly.

Huchi, wheeze, wheeze...

Sakuragi Hanamichi could hear McMillan's voice. He wanted to stand up to stop him and tell McMillan not to replace him, but his body just refused to obey.

The only thing he could do stubbornly was that when the team doctor asked him to lie down, he gasped and refused forcefully.

Sakuragi knew that if he lay down at this time, as long as his heart relaxed, it would be absolutely impossible to stand up again in this game!

At this time, Sakuragi Hanamichi was kneeling next to the chair on the bench, supporting the chair with his left hand and holding the oxygen mask with his right hand.

He panted heavily, trying his best to adjust his breathing and calm his emotions.

At this time, there was strong tinnitus in my ears, so much so that I couldn't even hear clearly the deafening roars of the surrounding fans, but instead I could only hear the referee's whistle.

beep!

That was the sound of the referee blowing the whistle to continue the game.

At this time, I felt a lot more conscious. Even though my back was to the arena, I could still roughly tell that it was the SuperSonics who had the ball now. The noise in the arena was gradually getting smaller from the deafening sound just now. It was obvious that the SuperSonics had already killed them. Got to the basket.

Got it?

Sakuragi was thinking in his heart, but what followed was not silence from the audience, but cheers from the audience.

——Great board! 17 rebounds, Yao!

——Playing like this, their 3-point shooting percentage has dropped, and they can chase points!

——Yao! Yao! Yao! Yao!

Was the Sonics' offense blocked by Yao Ming? Lost the rebound? Desmond didn't pester Yao?

Sakuragi Hanamichi increased his oxygen intake.

Desmond couldn't defend himself.

Only Sakuragi Hanamichi, who has experienced it, knows how terrifying that Yao Ming is. He is even harder to defend than O'Neal! Desmond couldn't guard him at all, even if Yao had only breathed his last, he was the only one who could do it!

——It doesn’t matter if you lie down because you’re tired, it doesn’t matter if you go to the hospital after the fight, it doesn’t matter if you’re exhausted!

——It’s hard to get to this point. I don’t want to lose, I definitely don’t want to lose!

——Brother Gao Ren and Teacher Peyton both need me!

--recover! Please restore my physical strength quickly! Let me stand up again!

Sakuragi Hanamichi clenched his fists and shouted crazily in his heart.

At this time, Desmond on the court felt frustrated. He could feel Yao Ming's fatigue quite obviously.

He had also watched from the sidelines how Hanamichi Sakuragi guarded Yao. He had even watched it for almost two quarters. He knew quite clearly the key to blocking Yao Ming from the first step and not even letting him pass the midline. But the problem is...it can't be stopped!

The 135-kilogram body simply leaned toward him, without even Yao Ming using his strength. Desmond felt that he was already a little unable to move, as if he was carrying an extremely heavy sandbag on his back.

What's even more terrible is that such an extremely heavy giant actually has steps that are beyond his reach.

Relying on his weight to suppress him without using any more force, and relying on his fantastic footsteps to get rid of him, Desmond felt that he had no way to stop him.

Fuck...that first-year student Sakuragi Hanamichi, what he has been fighting just now is actually such a monster? !

Desmond's heart was filled with huge waves.

To be honest, when I saw it on the sidelines, I thought Sakuragi Hanamichi's hand was too simple, and I even thought Yao Ming was too clumsy and weak.

But only when I got started did I realize... This guy, who had been restricted by Sakuragi Hanamichi for two whole periods and was exhausted, could actually kill him even if he only used one-tenth of his strength under such fatigue!

The gap between himself and Sakuragi Hanamichi on the defensive end has actually become so big... That first-year student...

——Whoosh! Yao's death dunk!

——Hahaha, after the red-haired one went down, Yao was so fierce!

——What do you call the red-haired one? Obviously the red-haired one was fucked by Yao, hahaha!

——81:84! Only 3 points left!

——Yao! Yao! Yao! Yao!

McMillan's brows were completely furrowed.

Desmond couldn't stop Yao Ming... he couldn't even pull him, not to mention he didn't dare to pull him. This is the home court of the Wizards, why don't you try to pull him? With Yao Ming's terrifying 90% free throw shooting rate, if you dare to pull him, he will kill you with a free throw!

Jordan was still holding on, with more than 3 minutes left in the third quarter, and the Wizards' dominance in the paint had just resumed, putting tremendous pressure on the Sonics' offense.

In addition to Lin Dong, even Payton found it difficult to beat Yao Ming's flanking attack at the basket. In the absence of rebounding protection from the outside, the psychological pressure increased sharply when shooting, and he began to miss shots one after another.

Do we have to let Lin Dong attack first? After playing the second quarter with all his strength and pestering Jordan for almost the entire quarter, McMillan knew very well that Lin Dong's state might not even allow him to finish the fourth quarter at full strength, and he would have to wait until the last five minutes to let him take over the game. Only in this way can Lin Dong's physical strength be guaranteed, and if Lin Dong is allowed to start attacking in advance now, the SuperSonics will not be able to guard against the Wizards inside.

The score may have been bitten, but Lin Dong's physical strength was consumed in advance, and Jordan's physical strength was preserved. Then in the fourth quarter, it will be the Wizards who take over the game!

Or do we have to restrict Yao Ming... let Pedrague try?

Frankly speaking, McMillan feels that it may be useless. Yao Ming's skills at the basket are too comprehensive, and Pedrague's style of play is relatively soft. He had already been beaten by Yao in the first quarter, so he replaced him. It's just a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor. Anyway, Desmond's defense has become useless.

"Pedrag, get ready!" He stood up and was about to walk to the referee's seat when he was suddenly grabbed by a big hand.

Snapped!

"Coach, let me do it." Sakuragi Hanamichi had already taken off the oxygen mask. The few minutes of oxygen inhalation had finally made him feel better. Although his chest was still heaving violently, he no longer looked as good as before. Panting.

What happens if you have an extreme overdraft?

Sakuragi Hanamichi experienced it during training. It was at least three or four days of dizziness, dizziness, and vomiting. The whole inner system of the person seemed to be completely disrupted, and it was so uncomfortable that you would rather die than live.

At the same time, it is also accompanied by a greatly increased risk of injury, because you have to use your will to restrain the body's instinctive fatigue, and at the same time restrain the body's perception and prevention of danger.

If you fall normally, you might use your arms to support it, but if you fall like this, you might just run straight to the ground with your head, without even taking any subconscious protective action.

McMillan understands this, and so does Sakuragi Hanamichi.

But, so what?

"Let me go, coach." Hanamichi Sakuragi looked into McMillan's eyes: "I want to win! Stand on the court and win!"

McMillan, who was originally frowning and trying to persuade him, couldn't help but shudder.

Looking at the opponent's determined eyes, McMillan understood that whether it was the discomfort afterwards or the possible risk of injury, at this moment, there was not even half a space left in Sakuragi Hanamichi's mind.

…………

Just now Lin Dong hit a mid-range attack first, followed by Yao Ming with another easy 2 points.

At 83:86, the score was still just 3 points away, but SuperSonics ace Lin Dong had already taken the lead and couldn't hold back and took action.

Fans in the entire stadium who knew a little bit about penalty kicks could already see the balance of victory tilting crazily towards the Wizards.

Sure enough, as long as No. 10 is removed, the balance has been broken.

--Won! We can definitely win!

——The Wizards are great, we are the championship this year!

- Michael! Michael!

——Yao! Yao!

——Invincible go home combination! Hahaha, let the Supersonics go home!

The din had descended into carnival madness.

But……

beep!

The referee's whistle also sounded at this time.

"SuperSonics substitution! On the 10th, on the 24th!"

10, No. 10?

Lin Dong, Payton, Yao Ming, who were already out of breath from exhaustion, and everyone else on the court couldn't help but look to the sidelines, and saw that the dark green No. 10 jersey had indeed appeared on the sidelines.

And what he brought was a sudden silence in the entire noisy arena.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the guy standing on the sidelines, and the entire scene suddenly became extremely quiet.

This amazing No. 10 silencer!