Chapter Twenty-Five: Unfortunately, the Tiger is back

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Time was slowly slipping away, and he had a feeling.

"I'm about to reach the top of my life!"

He said silently in his heart.

Then, he hooked his finger at the little tiger: "Come on, it's time to end this." ā€

At this point, there were 16 seconds left until the end of the game.

Little Tiger took his steps.

"You're like a monkey getting carried away. ā€

A voice of contempt rang in Jason Terry's ears.

This is the second time that Little Tiger has commented on himself as a monkey, and he is a little confused.

"Right now... I'll tell you a Chinese proverb. ā€

After the little tiger said this, he suddenly stepped forward to rob, his movements were extremely fast, and he went straight to the face...... There were 12 seconds left before the end of the race.

Jason Terry quickly changed direction and tried to shake off the crazy tiger.

However, his rate is too slow!

Burst!

The little tiger crashed directly into him, his body was obviously shocked, and his steps stopped.

How is it possible? Isn't the little tiger already dying? Even at the beginning, he couldn't shake my pace?

Jason Terry felt incredible, and the power transmitted from the little tiger was completely beyond his expectations.

He hurriedly tried to put the basketball away, and even thought about calling a timeout.

But... Little Tiger didn't give him this chance!

Syllable!

Little Tiger's left hand slapped the basketball that Jason Terry didn't have time to retract like a tiger's giant claw...... Bang!

The basketball was immediately knocked off and slammed into the floor.

Jason Terry quickly turned around and tried to snatch the basketball.

It's a pity that the little tiger has already attacked violently and forcibly rushed away from his side...... Jets are powerless to stop them.

When the little tiger grabbed the basketball and ran all the way to the half court of Dallas.

The arena at the American Airlines Center was in an uproar.

This is beyond anyone's comprehension.

When Jason Terry held out his finger to hook the provocation, they still thought the jet had gone too far. I didn't expect it...... The little tiger actually killed his provocation and directly stole the ball of Jason Terry at the most critical moment, without even giving him a chance to foul.

Nowitzki, who was closest to Jasentree, was chasing after him as he tried to catch up with the little tiger.

However... The distance is getting bigger and bigger.

"It's not scientific, the little tiger actually became faster after suffering a heavy blow!!"

The Black Mamba looked at the figure of the little tiger and felt a little dreamy, he felt that all this was a little ridiculous.

At the same time, the tiger's descending tiger had already rushed into the Dallas penalty area, and he jumped high, flying higher and higher, and his figure stretched out quickly...... In the half, there was only his soaring posture and the figure of the German tank desperately chasing after him.

From Kobe Bryant's point of view, the little tiger's head is almost parallel to the bottom edge of the rebound.

"Is he going to dunk and kill?"

Time was passing quickly, and the little tiger was still in the air above the forbidden area.

Nowitzki chased into the paint zone.

It's a pity... Late.

Rumble!

The little tiger who reached the highest point stretched his body completely, and then smashed the ball into the basket with his right hand, along with his half of his arm!!

Arm dunk !!

It turned out to be an arm dunk again!!

Arrogant!

Bossy!

Kobe Bryant clutched his chest, and he felt his heart pop out...... This kid, this kid... It's a terrorist!!

Coach Winter had jumped up, and he couldn't hide his excitement.

He threw his fist hard, his blood rushing to the top of his head, his blood boiling and almost tearing his vocal cords, and a heartfelt roar came out of his throat: "fu-ck-dallas!!"

At the moment when the little tiger was maliciously knocked over, he thought that the competition had lost hope.

But... Now, the little tiger is just like he said...... He bared his fangs, and he bit the throat of the Dallas man with one bite.

"Little Tiger kills the game!"

McBrin said excitedly: "The Lakers' bench has been boiling, including Phil Jackson. The last time a Zen master bounced off the bench was even back when Michael Jordan beat the Utah Jazz in the finals!"

There are 1.2 seconds left.

The Lakers lead by 3 points, and the victory has been put in the LLENCERS' refrigerator.

Yikes!

The tiger cub lands from the basket. The excited teammates rushed forward, and they were so excited that they wanted to immediately throw the little tiger into the sky.

However... Burst!

The little tiger only felt a sweetness in his mouth, and he actually spit out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, everyone was frightened.

Kobe Bryant hurriedly grabbed the little tiger, and he asked eagerly, "Hey, man." Don't scare me!!!"

Listening to his eager voice, it was as if the little tiger was about to die.

The little tiger felt much better in his body at the moment, and he vomited this mouthful of blood, and he felt that his breathing was a little easier, although it still smelled of blood...... But after all, he was hit hard by a traffic accident before.

"I'm fine. ā€

Little Tiger smiled and said to the Black Mamba.

Miles and the others were anxiously calling for the team doctor.

Drip!

The referee interrupted the game.

Blood on the pitch is not allowed to continue.

He asks Tiger Cub to come down for treatment while the caddie comes up to wipe the blood off the floor.

Zhou Zheng smiled and nodded at him.

Then he walked to the other end.

At the same time, the big screen overhead was playing back the image of the little tiger vomiting blood, and the TV signal was also transmitted to all the fans watching the live broadcast at the same time.

There was a burst of exclamations in the arena of the American Airlines Center. The Texas cowboys were dumbfounded one by one.

There was a lot of bloodshed on the pitch, but there was only one case in history where he vomited blood.

"My belly is really full of showmanship, and my shooting is really not as good as yours. But so what?"

The little tiger walked up to Jason Terry's side, the corners of his mouth were bloodstained, but his mouth was said with sharp words: "You told me at the beginning that a dunk can't kill the game." And now?"

Little Tiger's words were extremely sharp, like a dagger stabbed into Terry's heart.

The jets tried to fight back, but they couldn't organize any powerful words...... Compared with the little tiger's last hanging arm dunk, no words are pale and weak.

So, he froze in place.

Little Tiger ignored the loser and walked to the bench.

After taking two steps, he turned back again: "By the way, the Chinese proverb I want to tell you is called ...... There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are kings. ā€

"It's a pity that at the last minute... The tiger is back. ā€

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- (To be continued.) )