The three-point attribute of Mo Wen Cricket 80 is not high, and the feel is not as explosive as the later Ku Hao and Buddha. In private, he is only 74 out of 100 in his personal shooting training, and his shooting streak is only 31.

His high three-point shooting rate in the game is largely due to the blessing of mental attributes and experience, he can accurately judge whether the interference of defenders to him can affect his shooting, the shooting action will rarely be deformed by dodging interference, coupled with the top shooting speed of the trained hand, as long as he pulls out a certain space, it is difficult to effectively interfere with his three-point.

Last season, Mo Wen's three-point shooting in the Pistons was suppressed by Larry Brown, and he didn't shoot much, averaging 2.8 shots per game, but his shooting rate was already 42.3%, which was already the most accurate three-point shooting rate in the entire 03-04 season.

In the first two games, Mo Wen averaged 7 three-point shots per game, and the shooting rate reached a terrifying 44%.

The reason why the Heat's coaching staff and Riley were able to tolerate such crazy three-point shooting was largely because his three-point shooting was accurate enough.

The potential gems he obtained in the recent period have been filled up because the potential of his physical attributes has been filled, so he focuses on adding points to the [offensive attributes] that have not yet reached the upper limit.

Originally, he had always felt that he couldn't get the "super long three" was all thrown by him with 5 potential rough stones, reaching 70 points.

Recently, in the dungeon space, he didn't play very well, and he was practicing super long three-point, and he improved this attribute to 68 in about half a month.

If it's a game, not at the end of a single quarter or at the end of the game, he definitely won't dare to use it.

It has been proven in the system that this attribute is only 33% of the way away from the distance, even with large openings.

For the average player, this three-point shooting rate is already very good, converted into two points, it can have a 49.5% shooting rate, and the four major percentiles of explosions; However, it is not yet completely unqualified for him.

In this era, playing like this at the critical juncture of the game, he is really afraid that the quick relief pills of the old men on the coaching staff will not be enough.

However, on this occasion, it is still okay to take out this "bamboo pipe fire gun" to scare people.

Arenas dared to make a challenge invitation to Mo Wen, and naturally he also had his self-confidence, last season he was also a man who shot more three-pointers than free throws, averaging 6.1 three-pointers per game, and the shooting rate could still be maintained at 37.5%, which is worse than Peja and Ray Allen, who eat with three-point shots, but among amateurs, he is definitely one of the best.

"Shoot a three-pointer, take a step back, and get three chances in each position."

Mo Wen flipped the ball and stretched out a palm.

"This... Nice idea, come on! ”

Arenas is also a cheerful guy, high-fiveing Mo Wen directly, and then returning to the half court to start shooting.

"Eh, wait, look, Gilbert and Mo seem to be three points apart!"

In the TNT studio, Ernal interrupted Barkley and Smith, who were still chattering, and pointed to the screen in front of them to indicate that they seemed to have a good show to watch.

"Oh, both of them are standing in front of the three-point line at the top of the arc, is this going to be a three-point game?" Barkley touched his chin, his eyes full of interest.

The director also shifted the camera to the two in a timely manner.

In the warm-up stage, it is not uncommon to compare three-pointers or dunks.

The fans on the sidelines also noticed the situation on the field, picked up the "peanut melon seed eight-treasure porridge" and began to eat melons.

"UD (Haslem) will take trouble to pick up the ball for me in a moment." Mo Wen gestured to the team next to him.

The current "Harbin team" is not the "Mr. 305" (305 is the Miami area code), who was just corrected this year, and he still puts himself in the position of the younger brother.

The other players on the court stopped their movements and watched the three-point matchup.

Knock Knock –

The ball slapped twice in Mo Wen's hand, jumped - raised his arm - pressed his wrist, and the basketball crossed a graceful parabola and hollowed into the net.

On the other side, Arenas did not make any unnecessary movements, and the net fell like a basketball.

On the second ball, both of them took a step back according to the rules, and the position came to the "Curry Equal Surface", took the basketball from their teammates, and repeated the action of the previous round.

The two were back to back, and no one could see anyone, but at this moment, they tacitly shot together.

Take off and jump - raise your arm - press your wrist

Hmmm... Hmmm...

"Are they going to shoot more threes than anyone else?"

Looking at each of them taking a step back, Kenny Smith knew what the game between the two was.

"At this distance, three points is already difficult..."

As soon as Smith's words fell, the two scored again in the "Arenas-Nick Young paradox".

The two didn't look back and say anything, but silently took a step back, and before they knew it, a kind of murderous coldness had spread on the court, and they felt the atmosphere on the court, and the cheers of the audience on the sidelines were much quieter.

The position has stepped on the edge of the Heat logo area.

The other players on the sidelines were nervous, but the two in the center of the light were still calm.

At this distance, Mo Wen's long-range shooting percentage is less than four, but he had good luck today.

Hmmm-

Listening to the sound of striking iron behind him, the corners of Mo Wen's mouth raised slightly.

Without waiting for Arenas to throw in again, Mo Wen took another step back and stepped on the Heat's logo.

The big shark on the sidelines has already stood up with the injured in tow, ready to steal the spotlight at any time.

Arenas frowned slightly, and instead of panicking, he picked up the basketball and started his second attempt.

Mo Wen and Arenas have been unusually long to adjust this time.

"Come on, Mo!"

The fans on the sidelines began to cheer for Mo Wen sporadically.

"Mo Wen has stepped on the logo of the Heat, scored this goal, and if he takes two steps back, he will go to the middle line!" Barkley's body has changed from leaning back to leaning forward, and the three points at this distance, even if it is scored, can be on the highlights.

After adjusting his breathing, Mo Wen's shot was still as fast as before, but the parabola had become quite high.

At the same time, Arenas also made a second shot.

Bang-click-

Hmmm-

Mo Wen threw a basketball that bounced twice on the basket and bounced off, while Arenas completed the goal after this adjustment.

"It's still a little bit off."

Mo Wen shook his hand, with his current attributes, it was still a little difficult to pretend to be big, and the strength of the shot just now was obviously a little bigger.

This time it was Arenas' turn to laugh.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore, because while he struck the iron, the fans on the sidelines cheered.

Listening to the sound of the basketball landing in the distance behind him, when he turned back again, Mo Wen was already standing one step in front of the middle line, and he also looked back at him.

"Is this kid so accurate?!"

Arenas's heart, which had been able to remain calm, finally shook.

In some distractions, Arenas hit all three shots in the back, and he can occasionally practice a few regular two-step distances from the three-point line, but this distance is out of practice.

But what made him relax was that Mo Wen behind Mo Wen seemed to be striking iron.

Hey, bad luck, a small loss.

By the time Arenas turned, Mo Wen's shot one step forward in the center circle was just right.

The basketball in the air seemed to glow in the light of the light.

No way!

Looking at this very positive flight trajectory, Arenas suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

Bang - Boom -

Basketball Hit the Board!

The cheers that had been held for a long time on the sidelines also sounded at the same time.

"Roaring !!!"

The game hasn't started yet, but the Heat fans are already feeling the joy of winning.

The late audience even had the illusion that the game was over - wait, isn't this a 7 o'clock game?!

The Heat players wanted to come up to celebrate, but were stopped by Mo Wen, who pointed to the basketball that was still bouncing on the ground.

"Enough, kid, you win! Don't waste any time."

Seeing Mo Wen who retreated to the middle line, although Arenas was not convinced, he could only admit defeat in public.

"Is this a win? Well, I thought we could meet in midfield. ”

Casually taking the basketball handed over by Haslem, Mo Wen still decided to try it one last time in the middle circle, and pushed the ball out with a one-handed push posture.

This pose is one he often practices in his quests, and the hit rate is only about 1 in 10.

After throwing this ball, Mo Wen didn't think he could score, turned around and stretched out his hand to Arenas.

Looking at the distant shots, a sense of foreboding like just now came to his heart again.

Before he could stretch out his hand in front of Mo Wen, the fans on the sidelines cheered more enthusiastically than just now.

"I'm sorry, it looks like I'm lucky."

Mo Wen tilted his head, stretched out his hand and patted Arenas, and then before he could make any more moves, he was surrounded by excited teammates next to him.

"Invitation, invitation! Stern, have you seen it, hurry up and send an invitation letter to labor and management, this year's three-point competition, I don't look at it! ”

In the studio, Barkley slapped the table directly regardless of the image.