Fortunately, I practiced martial arts in my previous life, and I practiced diligently in this life, and I reacted quickly to Ma Long's iron elbow, otherwise it would not just be a matter of breaking some skin on my eyebrow bone.

I held my head high and waited patiently for Jim Johnson to clean my wounds. Suddenly remembered that I had just been knocked to the ground, why didn't I burst into a rage? Why didn't you stand up right away and go to Karl Malone?

"Can I still play?" I asked faintly, and I suddenly had the feeling that I wanted to go back to the field. I was overshadowed by Ma Long, and I want to compete with Ma Long again.

"Your injury isn't a big deal, it's just a little bit of skin, but it's best not to touch the wound again." Jim Johnson said.

"Can you still play?" I continued.

"In principle, it's better not to play, but there's nothing big in the way of playing, as long as you don't hit the wound again."

I picked up the mirror and looked at my face that had been temporarily disfigured. It's not a handsome guy in the first place, and a brown band-aid is put on the big black face, how ugly and ugly it is.

"It's okay, change your shirt, you can go out!"

There was a little blood star on the clothes, and I looked at it, and I had a different feeling in my heart, fuck, is this the legendary blood-stained suit? But the problem is that it is stained with your own blood, not the blood of your enemies! Suddenly, an even greater anger welled up in my heart.

When I came out with a change of clothes, it was almost the end of the second quarter. The Wizards are already trailing by 17 points at 34:51.

"Doug! I want to play! I tried to speak in a calm tone, but there was inevitably a fire in my voice.

Doug Collins looked at me, thought for a moment, and said, "In the third quarter, you replace Brandon and go to defend Jalen Collins!" ”

"But I want to defend Carl Malone!" I refused.

Doug Collins stared at me for about 5 seconds and said, "Kwamei, the ultimate thing in the arena is to be calm, keep a calm brain at all times, and don't get carried away by anger!" Will you be able to be calm?

I clenched my fist and nodded.

"Good!"

Dead ball, substitutions, I'm going to replace Christian Leitner, I'm going to give Karl Malone a little bit of color. I turned my bracer and walked on the pitch with determination!

The game is already 17 points behind, whether I can catch up or not, only God knows, I don't think about whether I can win this game anymore, what I have to do is to prevent Karl Malone, and it is better to let him see blood!

There was 1 minute and 32 seconds left in the second quarter.

I was substituted.

Now the Wizards are on the court with Brandon Haywood, me, Michael Jordan, Hubert Davis, and Richard Hamilton, which is basically the strongest lineup.

The Utah Jazz have Jalen Collins, Karl Malone, Andrei Kirilenko, DeSean Stevenson, and John Stockton.

I sank down, lowered my weight, firmly pressed Carl Malone's waist, didn't let him leave me half a step, gritted my teeth, and told myself: my next fucking task is to lock him up completely, so that he can't get a point.

Karl Malone received a pass from John Stockton, half-turned, dummy to the left, and then sent his hands back and the ball was passed to John Stockton with an empty hand to a 45-degree angle.

Stockton received the ball, took a stride, and was about to make a layup, when Brandon Haywood jumped up and stretched out his arm to try to block.

Carl Malone was moving to the basket as fast as I could, my eyes drifting to Stockton's basketball from time to time.

John Stockton's shot was blocked, the ball was on to Karl Malone, and I stepped forward and slapped the flying basketball.

The racket was on the ground, and Richard Hamilton reached for the basketball, striding and starting to play fast.

The Jazz were quick to come back and defend. The fast break didn't work, after all, Richard Hamilton is known for his stamina, not absoluteness.

I leaned my back against Carl Malone and used my wider frame to keep him firmly behind me. I reached for the ball, and Richard Hamilton, the master who had taught me how to shoot mid-range, was very understanding and passed the ball.

I half-turned, carried Karl Malone on my shoulder, and dribbled to the paint.

Carl Malone's strength is still much worse than mine, I knocked him sideways at once, I strode forward, held it with both hands, one step, two steps, jumped,

"Boom!"

The basketball hoop was shaking, and I was hanging from the hoop looking down on the big man in the number 32 jersey. He shouted, venting his frustration at being knocked to the ground by an elbow just now.

I glared at him defiantly.

"Humph!" Carl Malone snorted coldly, turned and ran back. Perhaps he had long been accustomed to such provocations, and my provocations were simply ignored.

Michael Jordan defended John Stockton himself, Karl Malone came up to block the pick-and-roll, John Stockton crossed Michael Jordan to kill inside, Courtney Alexander came to fill in, and Andrei Kirilenko came to block Courtney Alexander.

It's a double pick-and-roll!

I have to admit that the Utah Jazz have studied the pick-and-roll very thoroughly. But that's definitely not the reason why the Wizards gave up, at least I didn't.

The ball was once again in the hands of Carl Malone, who was one step away from me.

Carl Malone took a step forward and jumped up at me!

"Bastard!"

I scolded the bastard! It's loud! Because Carl Malone was curled up on his knees when he jumped, and his knees were directly against my chest.

I'm furious! I'm crazy! I forgot that this is a basketball court! I screamed, grabbed Carl Malone's left knee against my chest with my left hand, and yanked it to the left.

Slam dunk?

Buckle the and go!

Carl Malone's body directly rose sideways and fell to the ground!

My right knee was about to lift up and slam into the waist of that huge body, and if I did, I believed that my great revenge would be avenged! Although it may not be bloody, it will definitely be more than my eyebrow bones!

"Kwame! Be careful! A familiar voice reached my ears

I woke up to the fact that I had almost ruined Carl Malone's career, even though it was now late in his career, and it almost ruined me, and if I did, I wouldn't have had a fucking 25 games!

I dragged my hands hard, and my raised right leg fell down! Hold Carl Malone's huge body hard and stop him from falling!

In the stands and on the bench, there was silence, one by one with wide eyes to watch the tragedy that was about to be born, and some people covered the eyes of the children around them with their hands to prevent them from seeing the bloody scene!

3 seconds later! A round of applause rang out.

The whistle sounded!

I'm fucking fouled again!

Jalen Collins came over and tried to help Carl Malone! I let go, Marlon's feet landed! Then he knelt on the floor with a "poof".

Carl Malone's face turned pale!

This iron man is scared!

The footage just now was played repeatedly on the big screen, and the experts were constantly analyzing the possibility of a qiē, how about a second earlier? How about a second late? What if you hit your knees, what if you can't hold them? What if you fall straight to the ground?

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