Big Ben, who had been blackmailed, was furious!
It was like a volcano that was about to erupt.
He strode behind Carmaron.
She pretended to bump into him unintentionally.
Karl Malone fell to the ground.
Karl Malone was as strong as a bear.
The strength of a dungeon was also terrifying.
Moreover, he was caught off guard and was suddenly pushed back.
Even Fatty O'Neal couldn't hold on.
Karl Malone rolled on the ground.
Like a black bear rolling on the ground, he used the rebound force of the floor to roll up.
He threw Big Ben to the ground.
The two men were entangled together.
His muscles were pressed against each other, and his two mouths were spitting saliva at each other.
They were just short of a scuffle.
Think about it.
Karl Malone and Big Ben were two muscular men.
Arms wrapped around arms, legs wrapped around legs, what kind of scene was this?
The air was filled with an extreme philosophical atmosphere.
Even the usually impartial Old Master Joe Crawford, who had the power to enforce the law, felt a little guilty.
This was like two blind bears fighting!
Who dared to provoke him?
He blew his whistle a few times.
Neither of them had any intention of letting go.
The situation only calmed down when the players from both sides pulled them apart.
Jock Old Ford fouled both sides and even gave a technical foul.
The Heat had the ball.
Zhou Yan held the ball with his back facing Adam Giffey like a monkey.
Regardless of speed, strength, explosiveness, or flexibility, this fellow was inferior to Zhou Yan by several levels.
Dimensional reduction attack.
"Don't think you can score on me so easily. Even if I can't defend against you, I can cripple you!”
Adam Gife stuck close to Zhou Yan's ear and spat out trash talk.
This was no longer trash talk, but a blatant threat.
If I can't stop you, I'll cripple you!
Even Lambir didn't dare to say that.
"Shut your stinky mouth!"
Zhou Yan carried Adam Kiefer and dribbled the ball twice.
After squeezing some space, he suddenly retreated to the three-point line.
It was a three-point face shot!
The speed and height of the bullet was something Adam Keeffe couldn't compare to.
However…
Just as Zhou Yan jumped into the air and attacked.
Adam Keeffe pretended to be careless and pressed down heavily on Zhou Yan's waist.
Zhou Yan's body immediately lost its balance and fell to the ground.
The whistle blew, 3 1!
This was no longer as simple as violating the cylinder.
He was aiming to be a cripple!
Zhou Yan was at least half a meter above the ground.
He lost control of his body after being pushed so hard.
It was very likely that he would be injured when he landed.
Adam Keeffe took the initiative to stretch out his hand, indicating that he had broken the rules.
His expression was very sincere.
"Fa Ke! How did you play basketball, you bastard? If you want to fight, just tell me. I won't cripple you!”
Mo Ning waved his iron fist and roared at Adam Keeffe.
Mo Ning was not much higher than Adam Keeffe.
The muscles on his body were only a little smaller than the Kalmaron, which was very scary.
Adam Keeffe immediately became much more obedient.
"Calm down, bro. Leave this to us.”
Mo Ning patted Zhou Yan's shoulder.
This was the job of the armed guards!
When the boss of the team was bullied, he had to come forward to protect him in time.
After all, the team's star player needed to restrain his emotions in many situations.
Otherwise, he would be fooled by the other party.
This was just an ordinary regular season match.
If it was the playoffs, or even the finals.
The other side sent a tough guy to provoke your star player.
If they really couldn't control their emotions and both of them were expelled, it would be a huge loss.
Of course.
If it was just a regular season match, fighting wouldn't matter.
Therefore, Zhou Yan's attitude in this match was that he wouldn't attack unless he was attacked.
If anyone offends me, I'll pay him back tenfold.
The competition had just begun, and this appetizer was not worth Zhou Yan's effort.
Fighting this thing was simply lowering his status!
At the very least, he had to beat up Stockton or Karl Malone to match his status.
Zhou Yan stood at the free-throw line and shot steadily.
The backboard hit the rim of the basket and flew out, which Zhou Yan caught.
He had punished himself and robbed himself!
The angle and strength were controlled perfectly.
After getting the ball, Zhou Yan used one arm to make a slam dunk!
3＋2！
He scored five points in one round.
Five minutes into the game, the Heat was 13:8, leading by five points.
Stockton used the cover to break through.
It was blocked by Zhou Yan, who came up in time.
The two of them faced each other for the first time.
Stockton was a master at trash talking.
"Kid, you killed us in the finals last season. Today, I'm going to beat you up.”
Zhou Yan was laughing so hard that he was about to crack.
"You think you can beat me up? Let's get 10 points first!"
Stockton wasn't a scoring expert and only had 12 points per game.
It was only a fraction of Zhou Yan's.
It was ridiculous to say that he would beat him up.
Stockton smiled sinisterly.
"When I say 'beat up', I don't necessarily mean to beat you up in terms of performance.”
With that, Stockton suddenly accelerated, changed his direction, shook off Zhou Yan, and lowered his center of gravity.
It drilled in like a rocket launcher!
His entire body was covered in iron elbows, and no one dared to defend against him.
Zhou Yan chose to take a step back and avoid the attack.
When the actions of some superstars became the norm, the Alliance would slowly acquiesce and condone them.
For example, Mutumbo.
He liked to shake his fingers after blocking shots.
This action was extremely humiliating and was forbidden by the Alliance.
However, this guy had to shake his finger every time.
The league couldn't just send a star player like him off the field, right?
He could only endure it!
There was also the peerless Black and White Double Demons.
The two of them were famous for their iron elbows.
Most of the time, the Alliance would ignore them.
Unless the elbow strike was too excessive!
Stockton rushed to the basket and habitually planned to pass the ball to Karl Malone for an assist.
But Big Ben was very entangled, pushing and shoving Karl Malone, not giving way to each other, and there was no chance to catch the ball.
He could only force himself!
Stockton made a dashing layup.
Bang!
At the critical moment, Zhou Yan jumped up from behind and rode on Stockton's neck, furiously fanning the ball out of the court.
A riding hat!
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