The strongest biochemical

Chapter 177 Ifrit
The weather in Shicheng changes rapidly, as unpredictable as a woman's mood. One moment it was sunny, and the next moment a dark cloud floated in the sky, and it began to drizzle.

On the court, no one left, they were all looking forward to this final moment of duel!

When Deng Song dribbled the ball again and sprinted over fiercely like a bulldozer at full power, Zhang Yifei greeted him with a roar without fear.

This is a duel between two men!

Zhang Yifei, who was fully fired, was extremely fierce, and stopped Deng Song abruptly.

Deng Song dribbled the ball with his right hand and turned his back to him, with a fake smirk on his face: "Do you think you can stop me?"

"Stop fucking nonsense, wait until you score this goal!"

Zhang Yifei stared at Deng Song's footsteps with his eyes wide open.

In basketball defense, it is not the basketball, nor the opponent's torso, but the opponent's pace.

Under normal circumstances, as long as you can keep up with the pace of the opponent, you can always keep yourself in the middle of the opponent and the basket, interfere or block the shot when the opponent makes a shot, so that the opponent cannot make a shot, it is considered a successful completion defense.

Deng Song sneered, and suddenly changed speed and rushed forward.

"He's going to break through from his right side!"

Zhang Yifei focused his eyes, and immediately moved to the right to block.

But at this moment, Deng Song elbowed his nose unpreparedly.

"Pfft~"

A hot and sour pain spread to the brain, and Zhang Yifei fell to the ground, with nosebleeds gushing out.

After he fell to the ground, Deng Song easily sent the ball into the basket.

No.20 goals were scored, and the game ended with the team led by Deng Song winning!

Deng Song turned around and smiled at Zhang Yifei, "I'm really sorry, brother Zhang, I didn't mean it."

At this time, Tang Xiaomo, Chu Liyue, and three other teammates had already stepped up and helped Zhang Yifei up from the ground.

Seeing Deng Song's caring smile that couldn't be more fake, Tang Xiaomo couldn't be more angry. He stared at him with bright almond eyes and shouted: "Are you playing ball or people?"

"Miss Tang, it's really no wonder Brother Song. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it was Brother Zhang who took the initiative to bump into Brother Song's elbow. It has nothing to do with Brother Song. Are you right?"

Liu Dapao is like an old and cunning fox, defending Deng Song, Deng Song is not alone in the world, no matter how you say, you have to be careful about Tang Lieutenant General and Feng Yong, so it is always wrong to take the word "reason" first. Incorrect.

"That's it. Injuries on the court are common and normal. Besides, the main responsibility lies with him!"

"That's right, if it is placed in a regular game, then this is a two plus one, blocking fouls!"

"That's right, it's his own fault for bumping his nose crookedly, and he can't blame others, who told him to bump Brother Song's elbow like a fool."

……

Deng Song's subordinates all echoed their words.

Tang Xiaomo didn't know anything about basketball, so he couldn't argue with them, his pretty face flushed with anger.

Zhang Yifei was beaten, he should have been very angry, but he couldn't get angry at all. Thinking about it, he was really to blame. He knew that he would not be Deng Song's opponent, but he still fought like a fool. It's ridiculous. .

Seeing that his eyes were dim, as if he had completely lost his fighting spirit, Deng Song also lost interest. He smiled at Chu Liyue, then turned around, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked slowly back to his field to throw away the clothes he threw on the ground. Put it on again.

At this moment, the sound of a basketball hitting the ground sounded.

"Boom... bang... bang..."

It was very slow and heavy, like some kind of voice from the soul, which made one's heart tremble.

The audience suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked towards the source of the sound.I saw Ling Xiu dribbling the ball with his right hand, walking step by step towards Deng Song's side of the court.

Fluttering rain, cold eyes, fighting spirit!
These three things are perfectly integrated together, giving people a strong sense of menace.

"What is this kid going to do? Are you not convinced?"

Liu Dapao smiled, but after meeting Ling Xiu's indifferent eyes, the smile became very unnatural.

Deng Song stared blankly at Ling Xiu, his eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a cold light like a poisonous snake.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but no one left. The dribbling figure on the court seemed to have some kind of powerful temptation, which made them unable to look away.

"Love vegetables!"

Tang Xiaomo stared at Ling Xiu unblinkingly with trembling almond eyes, and she suddenly felt that Ling Xiu was now awakened like a God of War.

Zhang Yifei also looked at this scene in disbelief, he didn't know what his brother was going to do.

"Boom... bang... bang..."

In the whole space, apart from the sound of drizzle, there is only the sound of the basketball hitting the ground and splashing the rain. The basketball seems to weigh a thousand catties, and every time it bounces after landing, the whole space trembles.

Chu Liyue was stunned, a look of shock appeared on her cold face, the sound of the basketball landing reminded her of an ancient drumbeat.

The Drum of the Ifrit Rite!
Legend has it that when warriors in the ancient Roman arena fought without fear of death, they would hear the drumming of a soul. At that time, they would gain an unexplainable ultimate power, and they would always Fight bravely until death.

This was Chu Liyue's shock. She couldn't figure out why the sound of Ling Xiu's dribbling at this moment reminded her of the drums of the Ifrit Festival. Every sound seemed to hit the soul. The fighting spirit colored her soul.

"Interesting, this kid is really fucking interesting." Deng Song laughed coldly after being stunned.

"Brother Song, do you know what he's going to do?" Liu Dapao asked with a frown.

"Nonsense, he is challenging me for that kid surnamed Zhang. It's so obvious that you didn't even see it?" Deng Song said coldly.

Liu Dapao and his crew turned pale in surprise, and then laughed: "Is this guy's head flooded? He's so overwhelmed."

"Hmph, I like this kind of stunned young man. If I accidentally kill him, you will give me a little inspiration in front of Tang Zhongjiang. How can you say that I don't need to teach you?"

"Understood, I understand, brother Song, don't worry, brothers know what to say." Liu Dapao said submissively.

"It's good to know, now is not the time for a showdown, and I have to take care of that old guy's feelings."

Deng Song's face was gloomy, and he immediately ordered, "Okay, let me step down."

"Yes"

Liu Dapao and others retreated in response.

At this time, Ling Xiu had already dribbled through the midfield. He could accept the loss, but he couldn't accept someone maliciously hurting Zhang Yifei.The moment he saw Zhang Yifei fell to the ground with a nosebleed, a raging rage ignited in his heart.

(End of this chapter)