Miller successfully predicted Hamilton's line and frowned and stretched out his hand, intending to draw a foul directly. The counterattack dunk is too demoralizing, and an old bird like him naturally knows it.

Hamilton ignored Miller's outstretched arm, he yelled 'jump' and shook his hand to flick the ball out.

Miller turned around in horror, only to see that Huaben was the first to rush into the forbidden area!

The ball flew in the air, spinning at high speed, like a rebellious bird. Hua Ben roared and jumped up, his arms were angry, the muscles on his arms were clear, and a trace of steel seemed to be entwined, he grabbed the ball with one hand, glided forward and jumped, and his arm quickly pulled out a circle, smashing the ball into the basket.

"Whew!" Rashid, who was in the restricted area behind, raised his head to the sky and let out a cry of cheers for the wolf king. On the Pistons' bench, everyone was shouting.

Brown shook his fist hard, gritting his teeth so that he could not suppress the urge to howl.

Huaben reached out and pressed down to signal his teammates to steady, his face expressionless, as if it were a statue.

Seeing this scene, Miller's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, in his career, he had seen similar scenes, although relatively rare, but they did occur. This means that their enemies have gone crazy, they have become real wolves, and they will not stop until they tear their opponents apart.

O'Neal Jr. dominated the Pacers' offense in the final quarter, he was careful to get the ball, Harrington and Artest hurriedly withdrew inside, there was no way, Mirisic and Waeben also followed, and the inside line left Rashid and O'Neal Jr. to start singles.

Huaben turned his head and said, "Rashid, look at you!" ”

"Get out of here,! If there's a kind, come hard! Rashid gritted his teeth and spat out the words.

Little O'Neill leaned on Rashid's body and turned around to fool him, but Tianzun was dead behind him, his iron pillar-like arms against his back, making little O'Neal tear pain with every impact: his back was injured.

Now is the most critical time for the immortal Tianwang Mountain, no one is a bad seed, and the cowards have been eliminated.

His broad shoulders shook rapidly, and he took advantage of Rashid's hesitation to step back, then took a step forward, leaned against Rashid into the basket, jumped high, and lifted the ball to the hoop with one hand.

Rashid sneered and roared, "Ben! ”

O'Neal Jr. stepped back, and Warburn immediately understood what he wanted to do: according to Rashid's research on the video from the court, O'Neal Jr.'s step-back step and then advanced and broke through, indicating that he would definitely go to the basket and never pass the ball.

"Smack!" With a loud bang, Huaben jumped up after O'Neal Jr. and slapped the ball on the rebound. Rashid jumped up from behind and reached for the rebound.

Billups wanted the ball to pass half-court, and he passed the ball to Hamilton as soon as he glanced at his teammate's position, who made a few feints and saw that there was no way to shake off Miller's defense, and passed the ball to Mirisic, who had already shaken off Tinsley and rushed inside, and Mirisic hurriedly passed the ball back to him.

With the ball in hand, Billups let out a long whistle and rose to the ground and rushed towards O'Neal Jr.

"Arrogant!" O'Neill Jr. screamed and met him, slapping off all possible positions for Billups.

Billups smiled proudly, grabbed the ball with one hand and flicked his wrist, and the ball jumped high and slid through a steep parabola into the hoop.

"Huh!" Throwing hits, Billups sneered and made a throat-cutting motion at little O'Neal, this is the real arrogance!

"Grass you!" Little O'Neal's face was so angry that he was about to push Billups, Miller hurriedly hugged him and looked at the referee at the same time, this is a technical foul!

The three referees were expressionless, and no one said anything.

Seeing this, O'Neal Jr. was even more angry, switching offense and defense, he wanted to get the ball, and used brute force to push Rashid away, this time there was no superfluous action, and he turned around and dunked against the Pistons' hoop. Mirisic came up to make up for the defense, O'Neal Jr. sneered fiercely, jumped up against him and dunked the ball into the hoop, seeing this, Rashid hurriedly dragged O'Neal Jr.

Crawford blew the whistle quickly, and Rashid immediately raised his arm to signal for him to pull someone for a foul.

Seeing this, Crawford hesitated and blew Rashid for a blocking foul. Miller saw it clearly, and he exclaimed, "No, man, it's not that guy, it's that goddamn rookie!" It's time for him to fuck off! ”

Mirisic had five fouls on his back and would have to go off the court if he fouled again, but he stayed on the court to make a bigger difference, and his long shot, his pace, his all-round, his fantasy dance moves could be a huge help to the Pistons on the offensive end.

Crawford ignored Miller and maintained the penalty gesture as he motioned for O'Neal Jr. to prepare a free throw.

Mirisic stepped forward and whispered gratefully to Rashid: "Thank you"

"We are wolves." Rashid said coolly, there was no Mirisic in sight, standing behind the arc of the free throw.

Mirisic bit his lip, O'Neal Jr. made unreliable free throws, and the basketball bounced off the hoop. Rashid rushed up and scooped the ball into his arms, but how could he get the rebound so easily? He looked back in surprise, Artest was stuck behind Warben, Mirisic and Harrington were entangled with life, and the person who could grab the rebound was himself.

Billups then passed the ball to Hamilton, who feigned a jump shot, but gave the ball to Mirisic on the inside, and the Rookie used his dance steps and body to hold Harrington high and make a jumper.

Miller's face was unprecedentedly ugly, and he called a timeout, and the veteran knew that if he didn't do something about it, it would be the end of the day.

Everyone has seen the changes in the Pistons, and after this battle of Tianwang Mountain, this team has undergone a terrible qualitative change, and it is no longer a pure star team.

"Charles, what do you feel?" Smith asked.

Barkley pursed his lips and shook his head, "God, I'm feeling sick, the Detroit reminds me of the bison herd led by Michael." Back then, on the court, that's how those guys played! Everyone thinks that the Bulls can win six championships because they have Michael, in fact, this is the layman's opinion, Michael is just one person, he is not God, basketball is a five-person sport! At that time, Pippen, Cooper, Rodman, they were just together. ”

Smith nodded with deep feelings, he stared deeply at Miller's still arrogant figure, and said with some sadness: "Old friend, it's an honor to be able to explain your last game, I want to say, you didn't lose to anyone, you just lost to the times." First Michael. Jordan, after there is Ben. Wallace, for the fans, it's the best of times, for us, it's the worst of times! ”

Back on the court again, Miller reached out from Tinsley to get the ball and said coldly, "Let me come." ”

Hamilton tensed and bent slightly, his eyes fixed on Miller.

Miller rubbed the rough skin of the basketball with his big hand, he leaned forward slightly, and a smile appeared on his face, "Young man, they all say that you are my successor, come, let me teach you the true meaning of a killer." ”

After saying that, Miller shook his hands, and Hamilton was startled and immediately jumped up. At this time, Miller's face was solemn, and in the face of Hamilton's raised arm, he sent the ball out with a blank face.

"What the fuck!" Hamilton looked back in horror and the basketball landed in the hoop!

Billups shook his head, seeing that Hamilton was a little distraught, and he laughed: "Just a ball, Richard, it's okay"

"He's with his eyes closed." Hamilton said with difficulty.

Billups was also a little depressed.

Miller's three-point shot was repeatedly and multi-angle played on the big screen above the court, and his shooting posture and expression clearly appeared on the screen.

"After Miller, there is no Miller!" Barkley slammed the table in admiration.

To boost the team's morale, it's not just a dunk, everyone has their own methods, such as Iverson's cross-ovre, such as Joe's accurate step-back jumper, such as Miller's cold three-pointer

"I'm coming!" Hua Ben smiled and wanted to pass the ball, standing at the free throw line and slowly patting the ball and looking inside. 'Bang bang bang', a crisp sound with a steady rhythm like a human heartbeat, the orange basketball left Hua Ben's big hand and fell to the floor, bounced and jumped, was caught by him, then shot, and jumped again, the ball steadily jumped between the floor and Hua Ben's big hand, and his shoulders began to shake rhythmically.

In his previous life, Hua Ben was once obsessed with Iverson's butterfly flower steps and learned something, and came to the NBA, because Big Ben's body was a little rough, he never used this kung fu, or rather, he has been imprisoned by the bug of the skill absorber, and never expected the ability of his previous life, but today, he decided to use his real strength to have a showdown and let the opponent lose convincingly.

Artest's scarlet eyes were fixed on Waben's shoulder, and his teeth were grinning like a jackal staring at his prey. Just when there were ten seconds left, Huaben's shoulders shook suddenly, and under the conditioned reflex, Artest took half a step back to increase the reaction distance and use space to gain time.

As soon as he retreated, Huaben stepped out with his left leg vigorously, and his right hand slammed the ball past his left side.

"Damn it!" Artest roared and took half a step, but fortunately his explosive power was perverted enough, and there was time to take half a step back in exchange for it, so Huaben was still stuck by him. But when Artest moved sideways, Wabeon rushed forward at no reduced speed, but his right hand hit the basketball to the floor, and the ball suddenly deftly drilled through his crotch, and his left hand had been waiting there for a long time, and when his left hand got the ball, his shoulder pulled back to stop the attack, and his footsteps flexibly cut through Artest's right hand.

Little O'Neal pushed Rashid away and rushed out to make up for the defense, Huaben's eyes were as cold as ice, and he didn't look at Little O'Neal, his big foot stepped on the floor hard, and his body bombarded the hoop like a cannonball. At the same time, little O'Neill's slender body rose into the air like a sharp arrow.

"Boom!"

The copper wall of Detroit collided with the iron wall of Polis, and seeing two extremely majestic bodies colliding together, the fans at the scene subconsciously closed their eyes, and only at the scene did they understand their feelings, this is not two people crashing together, but two planets!

The muscles of Hua Ben's whole body were tightly tensed, and the whole person instantly turned into a warrior cast of steel, slamming into little O'Neal, waving his right arm forward, as if he was not holding the ball in his hand, but his own fate, he roared wildly, roared, and grabbed the ball in his hand and dunked it into the hoop, as if he had sent his fate to the throne of honor.

"Go ahead, then take what belongs to you!" Hua Ben vaguely heard a voice ringing in his ears.

(To be continued)