NBA backer king

Chapter 15 The Snap Shark
The game was suspended for 10 minutes and restarted after the rebound was replaced.

"Pervert coolie, can you get the ball?"

"If you don't have the ball, you will be crushed, you pervert."

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

Still relying on his stronger strength, 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 the ball with his right hand and pinched his five fingers, and dunked the ball to death.

If it is O'Neal, there are many ways to send the ball into the basket at this time, turn around and dunk with one step, hook or throw the ball and hit the board.

But he couldn't help it, he was still a little away, and his finishing ability was too poor, so he could only continue to drive to the basket before shooting.

The Magic didn't have any players to double-team him, a rookie. This era is advocating individual confrontation, especially in the low position that is not conducive to double-teaming. The offensive and defensive confrontation between him and O'Neal began.

"boom!"

"Oh!"

While dribbling, he hit with all his strength, and the ferocious force instantly hit O'Neill's chest. The dull impact made his teeth sore.

"Uh!"

With O'Neill's physique, the thick chest also felt crushed, the air in the lung cavity was squeezed out, and there was even a howling sound, and every rib hurt.

He resisted with all his strength, and still took a small step back, but he immediately stuck up again.

"Oh!"

The second is to rely on, one after another.

"Uh!"

O'Neill made a heavy gasping sound in his throat, he felt that his lungs were about to be squeezed out, and his face was swollen with blood.

And under his feet, he took another half step back, and the speed of sticking on it slowed down.

The audience was dead silent, and nearly [-] fans watched the most ferocious and intense collision and confrontation between the two low-post behemoths. They even stopped breathing involuntarily.

"Oh!"

Thirdly, it arrived as scheduled.

"Uh!"

When the most ferocious force struck, O'Neill felt his scalp was about to explode, as if the force was transmitted from his chest to the top of his head, and then it was about to burst out.

At the same time, his throat let out a scream, and the air in his 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 staggered back in the third confrontation and completely lost his defensive position, there was a huge exclamation.

"here you go!"

Off the court, Colangelo had already seen his blood boil, and raised his fist and shouted loudly.

"Shut him!"

On the field, Barkley snapped.

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

Amid the screams of flying pigs in the air, Wang Tiejun turned around and soared up in one step, 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'Neill's eyes were tearing apart, but he couldn't stop it. He lost his focus and couldn't react.

"boom!"

There was a violent basket explosion, and O'Neill was knocked back again. If there were no teammates behind him to resist him, he might have been knocked over directly.

"..."

The magic home fans were dead silent, the same on-site commentary booth, and the same ESPN commentary booth.

"Oh!"

The Suns players on the field cheered and rushed towards Lao Wang.

"yeah!"

The Suns' bench boiled instantly, and the players and the coaching staff got up from their seats one after another, clenched their fists and shouted towards the court in great excitement.

"Damn it, I underestimated him! Underestimated his low position by hitting..." Colangelo clenched his fists excitedly and kept shouting.

He saw Wang Tiejun knock down Mark West twice in New York with his own eyes. He really thought that Wang Tiejun had certain potential, but he didn't pay too much attention to it because Mark West's strength was too weak.

But this attack, facing O'Neill, a low-level behemoth who is at the peak of his debut, has a completely different meaning.

The head coach Paul Westphal's eyes were also shining, and he murmured: "It would be great if his other skills were better, his finishing skills would be better, and his movement speed would be faster. Unfortunately, he can only shoot at the basket. It's a waste of his low position."

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

The chest rose and fell violently, and O'Neill was panting. During the several confrontations, his physical energy was exhausted, and the whole chest was numb, and the lung cavity was hot and aching.

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

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

"Then come on, I'm afraid of you?" O'Neill roared not to be outdone.

"Paul, is he okay? It's a front-on dunk after a real post-up fight, and our day laborer won this year's No. [-] pick in the confrontation and dunked him."

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

Paul Westphal shook his head emotionally and said: "Yes, yes, boss, I saw it, I saw his talent, his attacking skills are average, there are no fake moves, no turns, no skills, only back arching, but his attacking strength is so powerful that it can destroy all defensive forces!"

At this time, Wang Tiejun, who was extremely excited, passed by the bench and shouted at Colangelo: "Sir, am I worth a guarantee contract?"

"Guarantee contract?" Colangelo was taken aback.

At this time, Wang Tiejun had already run over, he hurriedly followed up and ran two steps, and shouted loudly at the former's back:

"Old K, we will sign the contract after the game. The new contract is a guaranteed contract, which is a fully guaranteed contract."

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

"really?"

Lao Wang was so excited that he was about to explode instantly, feeling that there were countless gold mountains floating in front of his eyes, all of which were his money.

"It's too bad. Our No. [-] pick was dunked again. He was dunked twice in a single game. We haven't finished the first quarter today."

The on-site commentator lamented at this time: "I was dunked by Barkley last time, but it doesn't count. Barkley didn't complete that dunk by himself, and that perverted coolie was an accomplice.

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

Speaking of this, he couldn't go on talking, this ball hurt the morale of the Magic too much.

In the ESPN commentary seat, Winston Rollins smiled wryly and said, "Power, why is he so powerful? With the same size, he can crush O'Neill. How is that possible?"

From his words, it can be heard that up to now, he has not accepted what happened just now.

"Maybe, he is Chinese and knows Chinese Kung Fu?" Wente Oldman guessed.

Winston Rollin's eyes lit up, which was a good reason, and he immediately cheered up and said, "Yes, yes, he must have used kung fu, this cunning Chinese, damn it, it's wrong to do this, he can't use kung fu..."

(End of this chapter)