Marbury was really fast at this time, snapping with the ball, Hua Ben just landed on the inside, he had already rushed up, and Padin was one step behind him, and his face was dripping with sweat.

In the face of the dignified defensive Huaben, Marbury's rushing body collided like a cannonball, looking like the courage of the Zhiyuan in the First Sino-Japanese War.

Hua Ben was wondering whether this kid was planning to harm himself or was already brain-dead, but just as the two were about to collide, Marbury's figure paused incredibly, twisted his knees to control his body into a spinning top, and turned three hundred and sixty degrees at once.

The ball was slapped with his left hand, bounced to the ground, and then bounced up, caught by his right hand as he turned. Rounding Huaben, Marbury shook his hand and threw the ball towards the hoop.

Brilliant dribbles and layups!

Despite being hostile, Wahben had to admit that he hadn't seen a guard score so sharply other than AI. Yes, sharp, after watching Marbury's crisp layup, you can't think of any word except sharp.

This kind of singles is as demoralizing as a dunk, and Huaben saw that Padding was a little frustrated, went up and patted him on the ass, did not speak, but hammered his own chest.

I'll take care of everything.

That's what superstars do, you can't open it, then give me the ball and I'll play five.

Here Marbury came to a fast-break layup, and over there Wabeen reached for the ball again.

Padding made a pass, and Marbury jumped up to break the ball in the air, but he underestimated Pattin's IQ. Compared with speed and ball skills, Marbury can throw out two streets of Pattin, but compared to the brain, Marbury is thrown out of four streets.

Tricking Marbury, Patin passed the ball to Warben.

Wajben got the ball, Mirisic and Oku began to run back, and Mohammed and Cotter glanced at Travini with pity and decisively followed.

"How do you think I'm going to beat you?" Wajben leaned his back against Travini and asked lightly, "Do you guess I'll use a hook or a turnaround jumper?" Or is it something else? ”

Travini was tossed by Huaben today, the guy was angry, hearing Huaben say this, he shouted angrily: "If you have a kind of you, you will ride me..."

"As you wish!" Hua Ben waited for him to speak, turned around violently, squatted on both legs, lowered his center of gravity, and made a dryland onion dunk appearance.

Travini was shocked and quickly stepped back to prepare to jump and intercept. As a result, as soon as he retreated, Wabbon held the ball in front of his chest with both hands, and his body facing the hoop turned 90 degrees to the right, forming a T-shape with Travini's body. He glanced at the position of the hoop, his contracted legs straightened and bounced him up, his right hand grabbed the ball and fully stretched his arm upward, flipping his wrist and flicking the ball towards the hoop.

Hook hands, see hook hands again.

Seeing this scene, Doncheni shook his head helplessly, he glanced at Mutombo on the bench, gritted his teeth and said, "Deacembeh, you are ready to warm up." "Wajben made it clear today that he wanted to use the hook to do the main means, and if he didn't fight physically, Travini wouldn't have much effect on the court.

Mutombo has a good defensive hook game, he is tall and has long arms and good jumping, and Admiral Robinson has suffered from him when he hooked in front of him.

However, if Mutombo plays, then Marbury's counterattack will not be successful, and Uncle Mu will definitely not be able to keep up with his speed.

Thinking like this, Doncheni shook his head again and motioned to Mutombo to wait, he had to think about it.

It may not be a faint move for Doncheni not to replace Mutombo, Marbury's strategy initially showed its effect, and Padin chased him several times in a row for fast attacks, and his physical strength was a little unable to keep up.

Marbury ran forward again, he changed direction twice in a row and didn't shake off Huaben, but the pace slowed down, but at this time Mohammed was in position inside, and he flicked his backhand and passed the ball into the box.

Muhammad finally had a chance to play tricks, he looked down on the noodle-like Oku, his big ass slammed back, and he effortlessly rushed to the basket, turning around to make a jumper. This is what Oku was waiting for, and as soon as Muhammad turned around, he put it on and saw how you jumped.

Muhammad is not a pure coolie with no means of attack, like Mutombo, and he has a skill hand under the basket that does not match his rugged appearance.

As soon as Oku came up, Mohammed turned sideways and pressed his left shoulder against his opponent, raising the ball with his right hand, also intending to hook the hand.

There is another disadvantage of hooking hands, that is, the vision is not good, and it cannot prevent the sneak attack of the people behind.

Hua Ben didn't sneak attack, he roared and rushed into the inside, and Muhammad knew that it was going to be bad, so he hurriedly shot. He had just lifted the ball over his head and slammed it into his court with such force that he could no longer control the ball and let it be slammed out.

Padding didn't have the stamina to attack this time, so he put away the ball and motioned to slow down.

Marbury stared at Padding, and by the way, he commanded his teammates to defend the card position, and under his instructions, the Knicks' defense this time was decent, and there were no major holes for a while.

Padding had no choice but to pass the ball to James, who came up to pick it up. James got the ball and transferred it to Oku, who ran to the baseline, and now he is in the best position.

Muhammad had just eaten a cap from Warburn, and his eyes almost burst into flames, and as soon as Oku got the ball, he put it on like a mad dog, scratching and scratching his mouth, and screaming, so frightened that a few photographers outside the bottom line were holding the guy and throwing it away.

Oku had no choice but to make a move, and Muhammad's interference was successful, and the basketball spun around in the hoop and flew out again.

Kurt looked up at the rebound with Mirisic behind him, and was just about to jump, when a black shadow of the demon god pounced in the air, and the big black hand grabbed the ball, pulled it back and smashed it in.

Wabbon spat on it, gave a cold look at the surprised Kurt, turned around and ran backwards without saying anything.

The first quarter was coming to an end, and at 27:21, the Pistons' lead was still quite sizable.

Marbury made a jumper in the final two seconds, but Patin managed to interfere with his vision and prevent him from hitting the important key shot.

As soon as Hua Ben got off the court, the masseur of the Pistons rushed up, knocking on the back and pinching the legs, and the caddie sent a functional drink with added glucose.

After running wildly with Marbury, Martin's physical strength was a little overwhelmed, his blonde hair was completely wet with sweat, and it was dripping like rain when he stopped.

Brown had no choice but to start making substitutions, and Rich Balding, also from the Development League, was replaced. On the inside, Mirisic was also substituted, and the six-foot-eleven-inch Derrick Coleman came in for him.

"I can withstand it, sir." Mirisic exclaimed, panting.

Brown glared at him sternly and said, "Rest well, boy, we need someone to replace the rest in the third quarter." ”

Hua Ben smiled, he was not very tired at this time, so he bent his arms to show his strong and toned biceps and triceps and said, "I have to play for 48 minutes, and my cells are full of engines." ”

In the second quarter, the Knicks also made substitutions, Tim Thomas replaced Travigni, and it turned out that no matter who faced Wabben, he was a bird, and under Travel's defense, Waben scored 15 points in the first quarter, while he was guarded and did not score a point. Although Thiem can't keep Warburn, at least he can score.

Mutombo also came on the pitch and, obviously, he will be shouldering the burden of guarding Warben alongside Thiem. In addition, Hardaway also played, and it seems that Marbury's physical strength is not as good as he guessed.

Now the gap between the two teams is that once the Pistons change the bench, the strength will immediately decline. Even if the Knicks change the bench, they can maintain 90% combat effectiveness, but they just change their tactics.

Hardaway controlled the ball and the Knicks quickly slowed down, but played more reasonably.

Mutombo helps Kort get stuck on Coleman, and Cotter runs out of the box to find a gap to get the ball.

Got the ball Coleman jumped up to shoot, Waben lightningly moved sideways and stuck to him, there was no way, Coleman had to dribble the ball himself to find an opportunity to pass, but Wabeen squeezed him with his strong body, and at the same time stretched out his hands to block his sight, all the way to the bottom line.

Coleman was dumbfounded by Warburn stuck in the corner, and he slammed in, but the humanoid monster behind him didn't move. Seeing that the 24 seconds were up, he could only jump out and smash the ball on Hua Ben's legs, trying to get out of bounds.

Warben locked Coleman in the bottom corner and waited for him to make this move, and as soon as the ball came out, he bent down and caught it in his hand, and the offense and defense switched.

ps: First of all, thank you for the metatron brothers for their reward again today, in the face of the strong support of friends, the fat paper is really a little ashamed, ashamed of everyone. Secondly, I want to warmly celebrate the promotion of the madman brother to the first head of this book (I hope it is not the last, crying bitterly), in order to thank the madman for his support, and in order to apologize for the update so late, after discussing with the deputy class comrades, the fat paper decided to make three changes, and now the third and last update, by the way, the book is about to be equal to the number of words when you click on it, hehe, in the blink of an eye, more than 400,000 words, I am sorry, thank you for your company.