The Assassins held the ball to the top of the arc and gave it to Joe Dumas outside the three-point line on the left wing, and the Bulls' defensive attention shifted to the left wing.

But right away, two seconds later, Joe Dumas passed the ball back to the Assassin.

And at this time, on the right wing, close to the low post, Zhou Quan bypassed teammate Rodman to get rid of Jordan, and then quickly cut out.

The assassin catches the ball and sees Zhou Quan get rid of Jordan and immediately passes it over.

Zhou Quan received the ball in one step at the three-point line, Jordan pounced from two steps away, he did not shoot, but dribbled back and retreated outside the three-point line before closing the ball and getting up.

"Oh, three points?" Bill Wharton said in surprise.

"Damn it!"

Jordan picked up his pace and jumped up.

"Feint!"

Lewis Williams yelled.

"Not good!"

Jordan Feilong was in the sky, but he found that something was wrong, Zhou Quan didn't jump up.

Zhou Quan turned his body while collecting the ball, allowing Jordan to fly past him, and then he jumped calmly and made a three-point shot.

"Brush!"

The water splashed and hit the three-pointer.

"Oh roar!"

The pistons' side suddenly boiled, and the applause was thunderous.

"Iron Fist is too calm, and he really dares to fake at a critical moment." Bill Wharton exclaimed.

"Iron Fist is 16 points." Williams said.

55:49, Pistons attack.

Jordan took a step from the three-point line on the right wing to catch the ball, and then hit Zhou Quan with his back again.

This time, after backing once, he turned around and threw a backward jumper, and Zhou Quan tried his best to block it, but it only reached Jordan's elbow.

"Brush!"

The water splashed and hit two points away.

"Jordan made a force and hit two goals in a row." Zhang said reasonably.

"Now it's up to Zhou Quan." Sun Zhenping said nervously.

Zhou Quan has no room to back down, Jordan scores, and as the boss of the team, he must respond, so that the team's morale will not be hit.

On the right wing, two steps outside the three-point line, he took the Assassin's ball, faced Jordan's defense, first shook the opponent with a tentative step, and then turned around to pass the person, and then burst Jordan from the right side.

Jordan quickly chased after the defense, chased up on the three-point line, stuck to the left side of Zhou Quan, and directly went up to the confrontation, squeezing him out.

Stopping suddenly, Zhou Quan suddenly dribbled back and took a step, and when Jordan stopped and stepped up, he turned around again, burst Jordan from the left side, hit the three-point line, and went straight to the left elbow area.

"Beautiful, Zhou Quan broke through Jordan with the ball in a row." Zhang Cheng shouted excitedly.

At this time, the capital, the residence of the national team, Hu Weidong and a group of national players couldn't help but sigh when they saw this, if they had this ability, were they still afraid of the forcing of those foreign players?

They may have this kind of technology, but they don't have Zhou Quan's strong confrontation ability, and under physical contact, the technical movements will be deformed immediately.

On the field, Grant was forced to defend Zhou Quan, and Zhou Quan quickly broke through with the ball in one hand, and then broke through Grant and entered the paint area.

"It's sudden again!" Zhang Li hissed and yelled.

Scott in the left waist position can only lose Secali and return to the basket, but where is the time?

"Bang!"

Zhou Quan bravely fought into the paint area, and after two steps, he jumped up and slashed with an axe in one hand, blasting the bull's basket.

"Oh roar!"

The Pistons fans burst into flames in an instant, frantically raising their arms and shouting.

On the sidelines, many stars and stars stood up to cheer for the ball.

"Ahh

Zhou Quan roared excitedly at those Pistons fans, venting the excitement in his heart.

"Great! In successive breaks, Iron Fist single-handedly broke through all of the Bulls' defenses and completed an absolutely classic individual ball-carrying offense. Bill Wharton yelled excitedly.

Williams exclaimed: "Iron Fist's breakthrough skills are really strong, all kinds of techniques have reached the first-class level, you have no idea how he will break you." ”

Bill Wharton nodded: "Everything, everything, this is mediocrity." But everything will be fine, everything is fine, this is no longer first-class, and it is a top-level breakthrough level in actual combat. ”

"Come again!"

Jordan yelled at Zhou Quan.

"Again."

Zhou Quan roared angrily.

"Brush!"

Jordan hit Zhou Quan again with his back, and another mid-range turnaround and step-back jumper.

"Three shots in a row, plus a free throw, seven points in a row, 25 points, Jordan's hand is explosive!" Bill Wharton was shocked.

"See how Iron Fist responds."

Williams thought for a while and said: "Iron Fist's offense is not as good as Jordan's after all, if you really indulge in the attack with Jordan, you are likely to fall into the trap of the Bulls." ”

Bill Wharton nodded, his eyes fixed on the screen and didn't speak, as the Pistons' offense had already begun.

After Jordan made a move, Zhou Quan didn't watch the ball, and directly crossed Jordan and started a fast game.

Under the basket, Sekari received the ball from the basket, noticed Zhou Quan's quick down, and immediately retreated to the bottom line, ready to serve quickly.

However, Grant is also quite experienced, and he waved his arm in time to block and stop the Pistons' fast launch.

Ronnie Secali immediately took a step sideways and passed to Joe Dumas on the right wing, who then crossed to the Assassin in the middle, making the most of the advantages of the back three on the field.

At this time, Zhou Quan ran into the left wing three-point line and slid diagonally to the basket, but Jordan caught up from behind and blocked the upper side, he made a sharp stop and ran up again, and Jordan was thrown off.

"Whoosh!"

The Assassin passes the ball quickly.

"Smack!"

Zhou Quan received the ball with one hand, and there was a sharp sound of shoe rubbing behind him, and the wind was loud, he knew that Jordan was chasing behind him again, and the next moment he received the ball, he turned around (right).

Jordan just pounced behind Zhou Quan and found that the other party turned around, he reacted super fast, and it was also a turn.

But his turn was in a different direction, he turned left in the opposite direction, and wanted to take a shortcut to block Zhou Quan, but as soon as he turned around, he found that he had been fooled.

As soon as Zhou Quan turned around, he braked and stopped there, at which time Jordan turned around in reverse and pulled away two meters from him.

"Shet!"

Misjudged, Jordan was annoyed, so he could only turn around and pounce, but where was the time? As soon as he turned around, Zhou Quan had already jumped up.

"Brush!"

Mid-range jumper, open space, hit a shot.

At 59:53, the Bulls attacked.

"The same three shots and three shots, a three-pointer, also scored seven points in a row, 20 points, I think we seem to underestimate Zhou Quan's offensive ability." Bill Wharton said thoughtfully.

Williams thought for a while and said: "It's still different, Jordan can cut 30+40+, or even 50+ in a double bag and a three-person bag, and Iron Fist currently doesn't have this ability at all." ”

Nodding, Bill Wharton smiled, "That's true, Iron Fist really hasn't proven his ability to score in the bag."

However, he is a point guard, and there is no need to prove that way, and his better option in the bag is to pass the ball to an open teammate. Because of the passing, he didn't even have a chance to prove it. ”

Williams said: "Iron Fist, Assassin, Joe Dumas, the three guards, all three points, can attack and pass with the ball, and they are very open, left wing, middle and right wing, which avoids the Bulls' bag on the outside."

Although the height of the outside line is not enough, the Pistons have played a small and big advantage, and from a tactical level, Chuck Daley is slightly better than Phil Jackson, and the Bulls have not played a big and small advantage on the outside. ”

"Bang!"

Under Zhou Quan's full defense, Michael Jordan finally missed a goal, and failed to hit Zhou Quan on the outside for the fourth time.

Pistons offense.

On the right wing, Zhou Quan asked for the ball over the halfway line, and then stood there while dribbling the ball while hooking his fingers, signaling Jordan, who was two steps away, to come up and defend him.

"Damn boy!" Jordan sneered angrily.

"Haha...... This pair of sworn enemies! Bill Wharton laughed.

Jordan didn't go up, and he didn't believe that Zhou Quan dared to shoot in the middle line, he only leaned over slightly and made a posture to prevent breakthroughs.

Zhou Quan dribbled forward, sticking to the right touchline.

In this position, the Bulls have no chance to trap him at all, and he can calmly play a heads-up with Jordan.

Lean over to dribble the ball at a very low height, and then the ball is positioned backwards, while the left elbow is pushed forward to prevent Jordan from being close to him, so that the chance of being tackled is very small.

Today he has made four steals, two on Jordan, but Jordan counter-robbed once, so he is especially guarded against steals.

Jordan's position is on the left, and on the left side of Zhou Quan, there is no chance to break the ball.

"Squeak!"

With a movement of the right foot, the force breaks through from the outside.

Jordan quickly turned sideways, moved sideways, and kept up with Zhou Quan's breakthrough.

"Squeak!"

Stopping suddenly, pulling back with his right hand, Zhou Quan turned around.

Jordan was mentally prepared, Zhou Quan rushed down, and it was a dead end to break through to the bottom right corner, so he kept up with Zhou Quan's rhythm and turned around in time to follow.

But at this moment, Zhou Quan turned around again, broke down, and after getting rid of Jordan, he changed direction and held the ball along the bottom line to the paint area.

Jordan hurriedly chased after him, already half a step slower.

Grant blocked the right sideline of the paint area and formed a front and back attack with Jordan against Zhou Quan.

Zhou Quan killed Grant's side, made an emergency stop, and was made dumplings by the two.

"No, what about the balls?"

Jordan in the back wanted to grab the ball, but found that Zhou Quan's ball was gone, and his eyes immediately crossed Grant and saw Rodman behind him making a layup.

It turned out that just when he made an emergency stop, Zhou Quan pulled the ball up and passed the ball to Rodman from Grant's ribs.

Rodman received the ball and turned to make a layup, but Scott was anxious and slapped Rodman down.

"Tick!"

The referee's whistle blew.

"What's Big Bug's free-throw percentage?"

Bill Walton hurriedly flipped through the information, found it and said with a smile: "It's only 53.4% this season, and it's even worse in the playoffs, only 41%, and the Bulls have earned it." ”

Bang, Rodman missed two free throws, Grant grabbed the rebound, and the Bulls attacked.

At 45 degrees from the three-point line on the right wing, the left elbow is around the elbow, and Jordan grabs the ball with one hand.

For people like him and Zhou Quan, who have very big hands and very good sudden throwing and passing skills, even if they catch the ball with one hand, it is also a triple threat, and they can make a sudden pass, and they don't need to hold the ball with both hands like other players to pose a triple threat.

Zhou Quan was beaten four in front, only one was prevented, all of them were back hits, this time the basket hit him, his nerves were also tense, and he didn't dare to be careless.

Suddenly, one hand went up.

"Shoot!"

Lewis Williams let out a loud shout.

Zhou Quan's right foot moved forward instantly, and his body also got up a little from the state of leaning over, and his body reacted instinctively to jump and block.

But at this moment, he pressed his instinctive impulse, because he saw that Jordan was just raising his hands and not exerting force under his feet.

His full-level panoramic vision allows him to observe very carefully without staring at the opponent's feet, Jordan's feet are completely free of power and jump, and his heels are not off the ground.

In the next moment, Jordan received the ball short, dribbled once, and started the breakthrough from the left side.

"Got you."

Zhou Quan excitedly moved sideways quickly, re-blocked in front of Jordan, slapped his right hand, snapped, and knocked the ball off.

Jordan hurriedly turned around to grab the ball, but Zhou Quan squeezed up, stuck Jordan, and then prepared to control the ball.

"Tick!"

But then the whistle blew.

"How?"

Zhou Quan was stunned, and so was Jordan.

The referee ran up and pointed at Zhou Quan, made a gesture, the batter fouled, and the Bulls had the ball.

Zhou Quan was stunned again, I hit his hand, but wasn't it a handball, I didn't hit his wrist again, when did the NBA change the rules?

"Sir, are you really sure you saw me foul?" Zhou Quan gave the ball to the referee first, and then asked.

The referee shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course." ”

At this time, the hanging screen was playing back, and Zhou Quan took a look at it and laughed.

"Mr. Referee, won't you take a look?" He asked, pointing to the hanging screen.

The referee snorted coldly, didn't look at the hanging screen, threw the ball to the linesman, and motioned for the Bull to serve.

"You don't want to look at it either?" Zhou Quan asked Jordan again.

"It's part of the game." Jordan said coldly.

"I was whistled for two wrist flips today, but the only thing I saw was that you were suspected of having at least five wrist flips when you were dribbling through today, but none of them were blown." Zhou Quan said coldly.

Jordan's face was slightly gloomy, but he snorted coldly: "Boy, in the years when I faced the Bad Boy Army, I was fouled and not blown up to at least five hundred times, and two hundred of them were violated and could be blown as evildoers." ”

"I can see that you are very wronged." Zhou Quan laughed.

"I never felt wronged, that was the style of the game at that time, only the strong were treated specially, and the weak were not qualified." Jordan said angrily.

"You're quite right."

Zhou Quan nodded and didn't say anything more.

"Miscalculation, this is an absolute miscalculation. It's a tie-break and it's up to the players to figure it out on their own, not you. ”

On the sidelines, Chuck Daly was roaring angrily at the recording stand.

"Erwin, do you think it's a foul on a beater, or a steal?" On the sidelines, Abdul-Jabbar asked.

Magic Johnson hesitated for a moment and said, "Steal." ”

"Hopefully there will be fewer misjudgments, and in this kind of crucial game, the players are the protagonists, not the referees." Abdul-Jabbar sighed.

He always felt that Zhou Quan was lucky, and when he first arrived at the Pistons, he encountered violence in the Pistons' locker room.

Yes, he thinks that it was Zhou Quan's luck, because of that incident, the alliance and the media did not dare to target him, a Chinese, even though Zhou Quan beat people many times later, and even beat Jordan, he was not held accountable.

But now, that incident has long been history, and Zhou Quan has also formed a threat to Jordan, Jordan is the person Stern supports, and even the entire league has benefited because of Jordan, the team's market value has been improved, and all team owners are happy to see Jordan's success, so what treatment will Zhou Quan, who threatens Jordan, get?

On the court, the Bulls serve on the sideline.

Jordan took advantage of Grant's pick-and-roll to get rid of Zhou, cut into the paint from the right wing, received a pass from Pippen and made a three-step layup, and Sekari was forced to stop his offense with a foul and made two free throws.

brushed twice, and at the critical moment, Jordan hit two free throws and two shots, scoring 9 points in a row in the third quarter and scoring his 27th point.

At 59:55, the Bulls trailed by four points as the Pistons attacked.

Zhou Quan ran without the ball, got into the penalty area, and knocked over the Bulls' penalty area, attracting the attention of the Bulls' defense.

Jo Dumas took the opportunity to run from the left wing to the top of the arc, and the Assassin made a pick-and-roll to block the pursuing Pippen, and Joe Dumas shot a three-pointer over BJ's head.

"Bang!"

It's a pity that the opportunity came out, and the luck was a little worse and it was off.

Jordan was lucky, grabbed the rebound, and the Bulls attacked.

Pippen was cut off by Joe Dumas again, Jordan took the ball and broke through Zhou Quan, Zhou Quan retreated in time, and when the two collided together, Zhou Quan grabbed the ball.

"Tick!"

At this time, the whistle sounded, and the referee ran up and pointed at Zhou Quan and made a gesture to block the foul.

Zhou Quan's eyes flashed, and he didn't say a word this time, seeing the referee reach out for the ball, he flipped his wrist and let the ball come into a free fall.

The referee's eyes moved, looking at Zhou Quan.

Zhou Quan sneered, turned a blind eye, there is a kind of you who blew me a few more fouls, and directly escorted the bull to the east.

The referee didn't move, and he also had some scruples, afraid of completely upsetting Zhou Quan and being blown out of the head by this professional boxer, Zhou Quan didn't beat anyone on the field, and more than once.

Even if Zhou Quan is banned for life afterwards, he is a cross-border madman, he can't play in the NBA, and he has nothing to lose if he is a sports event.

Chuck Daly began to rant again, putting pressure on the authorities, and then called a timeout.

"was blown two in a row, and Zhou Quansan committed it. Thankfully, there was only one foul in the first half and three more chances. Zhang said reasonably.

Sun Zhenping doubted: "It's a bit reluctant to blow the blocking foul just now, I think Zhou Quan is in place first, and he should blow a dribbling ball." ”

Zhang Li smiled and said, "It depends on how the referee blows." Now with three fouls, Zhou Quan should reduce his investment on the defensive end. ”

On the Pistons bench, Chuck Daley said to Zhou Quan: "Zhou, be careful, we should be targeted." ”

Zhou Quan nodded and took a sip of the energy drink.

This kind of scene is all too familiar to him, and he has been targeted too many times in his two years of NCAA career, especially in the first year.

"From now on, it's up to Joe to guard against Jordan, and you to guard against Pippen. Try to be as clean as possible and don't give them a chance to blow the whistle. Chuck Daly said.

He nodded, not insisting that he continue to defend Jordan.

Daley then said to the Assassin: "Isaiah, from now on, you only have one mission, to block the passing angles of BJ and Jordan. Joe, you too. The two of you join forces to cut their connection. ”

The two nodded, just like they had teamed up to cut the line between BJ and Pippen before, and now they were defended by an iron fist, so let Pippen fight.

(End of chapter)