The assassin further analyzed: "In my opinion, there is only one reason why Mosaic was blown away in the first quarter. Their strength at the back, especially after Glider came off the field, was five levels behind Tekken."
At this point, he clasped his fingers and said: "The number one active player, superstar, pseudo-superstar, superstar, All-Star main player, All-Star substitute, main player, important rotation, role player, marginal person, oh, my God, it’s not five levels, it’s nine levels.”
"Ha ha……"
Ranbir smiled so hard that the flesh on his face trembled.
The assassin laughed and then said: "They are completely vulnerable. They did not form any defensive obstacles to Iron Fist's attack, so Iron Fist achieved a 100% hit rate."
Laimbeer said: "And Iron Fist's defense severely damaged their offense, which is why they lost so miserably in the first quarter. They were completely stunned."
The assassin smiled and said: "Now their self-confidence has been fatally impacted. Someone must stand up. So who is this person?"
"Barkley?" Laimbeer immediately offered an option.
The assassin shook his head and smiled: "Barkley is not a strong-willed guy at all. He has proven this long ago. He is not worthy of reliance at critical moments."
"Haha, is that a big dream?" Ranbir immediately changed his choice.
The assassin smiled and said: "Dameng is still a little bit possible. The media said that he has a strong will. So now Mosaic is counting on Dameng to stand up."
"Stand up and take a beating from that bastard Iron Fist?" Ranbir blurted out.
"Pfft, haha..."
The Smiling Assassin couldn't control himself and burst out laughing.
At this time, many fans had already left the Compaq Center Arena. They really didn't want to see their team beaten like this.
But more fans had no idea of leaving. The Big Three disappointed them so much that they wanted to stay and continue watching Tekken's performance.
In the United States, boxing is very popular, especially the heavyweight category, and there are many boxing fans. Most of the Houstonians who come to watch the game are also boxing fans.
Dameng and Barkley were sweating profusely, and when they sat back on the bench, their minds were confused.
They really don't understand, the Big Three, even if Glider is gone, there are still two superstars left, why were they beaten like this in one quarter? It's so embarrassing to beat the fans until they switch sides!
"Hakeem, what do we do?" Barkley asked Olajuwon.
"Charles, what do we do?" Olajuwon asked Barkley.
"Rudy, what do we do?"
The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and at the same time looked at the head coach Tomjanovich in front.
Tomjanovich wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaned down and wiped it on his legs, put his hands on his knees, looked at the two of them with firm eyes and said: "Believe me, Iron Fist has a 100% hit rate. There is no way it can be maintained, not even by God. Let alone him.
So don't be intimidated by his performance in the first quarter. Now we should calm down, use our own skills and tactics, and catch up when his touch fades. "
The two of them were startled, feeling as if a basin of ice water had been poured on their heads, and their dazed minds suddenly came to their senses.
"Yeah, it's absolutely impossible for him to continue to be so accurate?" Buckley murmured.
"Pass the ball to me."
Dameng nodded in realization, and then said: "After I attracted double-teams in the low post, I distributed the ball to Charles and defeated him in the third quarter."
Tomjanovich nodded happily and added: "He was the only one taking shots in the first quarter. Everyone in the SuperSonics will not have much good touch. Starting from the second quarter, once his touch drops, we will fight back with all our strength." . If he starts to break through and attack with the ball due to his declining touch, we will try our best to double-team him."
At this time, far away in Denver, Zhang Lili and the others were live broadcasting the game between the Bulls and the Nuggets.
Nine of the ten live broadcasts on CCTV were from the SuperSonics and one from the Bulls. This was the second time this season that a Bulls game was broadcast live.
"Oh my god, Zhou Quan scored 34 points in a single quarter?"
At this time, the game had finished halftime and entered the commercial break. Zhang Lili immediately contacted a domestic reporter who was following the SuperSonics. When he learned the news, he couldn't believe it.
"Zhou Quan scored 34 points in a single quarter?" Xu Jicheng thought he heard wrongly.
"Ouch, 34 points in a single quarter, I actually missed Zhou Quan's explosive game, ouch!" Zhang Lili confirmed again that it was correct, then hung up the phone, patting his thigh and said with regret.
"real?"
Xu Jicheng still couldn't believe it.
"Really, the reporter I just contacted was a reporter from Sports Weekly." Zhang Lili shook his head.
"What's the hit rate?" Xu Jicheng suddenly asked.
Zhang Liangli still said with regret on his face: "11 of 11 shots, 6 of 6 three-pointers, 6 of 6 free throws, both shooting and free throws were 100%.
I heard that there was a verbal conflict with Barkley and the others before the game. Zhou Quan went crazy. 50+ is for sure, 60+ is possible, and 70+ may be possible. "
"Scoring 34 points in a single quarter with 100% shooting?"
Xu Jicheng was stunned, then stamped his feet and sighed: "Why did the stage choose the Bulls game?"
"Report it to the station and let them regret it too." Zhang Lili said with a smile.
"good."
Xu Jicheng said without hesitation.
Not only did they know the news, there were hundreds of reporters at the Compaq Center, at least 30 of them from all over the world, so Zhou Quan’s super performance in the first quarter had already begun to spread around the world through them, and a large number of TV stations temporarily interrupted the broadcast. news.
Compaq Center, it’s time for the second quarter.
Zhou Quan didn't get up. The first quarter was full, and the ball was in his hands. He was the one attacking. He consumed a lot of energy and needed to catch his breath.
Seeing the SuperSonics' lineup for the second quarter, the assassin shook his head and smiled: "The SuperSonics back line is composed of Vincent Askew and fringe David Wingate. The small forward is fringe Steve Scheffler. It was Earvin Johnson and Gilliam, and Matt Geiger came off the bench.
There are still substitutes on the outside. The three fringe players are all on the outside, but Schrempf and Rodman are not here. The rotation of the inside is the biggest headache for the Sonics. The three players rotate in two positions. "
Laimbeer said: "It's not three. The management has found two forwards from the free market, but they are just marginal ones."
The assassin nodded and smiled: "Frank Brickkowski, the 11th pick in the third round of 1981, is a 36-year-old veteran who can play the fourth and fifth positions. This is his 11th season." Lee Stewart, forward, plays the third and fourth positions, was undrafted in 1991, and can be considered the same year as Iron Fist."
Laimbeer said: "Although the SuperSonics' current substitute lineup is poor, the mosaic is not necessarily that good. Their main lineup's No. 3 and No. 1 positions are all made up, let alone the substitute lineup?"
The assassin looked at the court and shook his head: "But Dameng came up. This guy played 11 minutes in the first quarter, and now he comes up again. He wants to take advantage of Tie Fist's absence to chase points. With Dameng leading the substitute lineup, no matter how bad it is, he can beat him." SuperSonics bench.”
Two minutes later, at 43:22, Mosaic regained 5 points, morale improved, and fans began to cheer for the home team again.
Taking advantage of the dead ball opportunity, Zhou Quan and Brick Koski came on, and David Wingate and Erwin Johnson came off.
On the Mosaic side, Dameng was also very tired and was replaced by Barkley.
"Two super giants take turns to deal with one Iron Fist. It would be disgraceful to win." The assassin smiled disdainfully.
"You haven't gotten a ring in so many years, how much more can you expect from them?" Ranbir chuckled.
The assassin smiled and said: "Let's bet that Iron Fist will still attack with all its strength this quarter."
Laimbeer said disdainfully: "The lineup in the second quarter is worse than the lineup in the first quarter. If he doesn't attack, who will attack? Pointing at those marginalized people?"
The game restarted, Mosaic had the ball and served from the center line.
Because the opponent's substitute lineup was also very poor, Zhou Quan directly changed defense to defend Barkley.
"Boy, let's see how you block me." Barkley came to the position two steps away from the left midfielder and started to get the ball.
Zhou Quan didn't hesitate and went straight forward, preventing Barkley from receiving the ball.
Barkley ran continuously, but how could he outrun Zhou Quan? Jordan couldn't easily get rid of Zhou Quan's marking, let alone him?
"boom!"
Seeing that Barkley had no chance to catch the ball, Mosaic's substitute small forward and edge man Bruinix had to take a shot himself, but failed to hit under the defense of Steve Scheffler.
Gilliam grabbed the backcourt rebound, Zhou Quan took the basketball, and the SuperSonics attacked.
Barkley had no choice but to follow Zhou Quan back to defense and quickly ran to the frontcourt. Zhou Quan was already several steps ahead of him and completely lost track of him.
A substitute player from Mosaic had no choice but to come over to cover up the defense. Zhou Quan changed direction and accelerated with a step past him. His body paused slightly when he reached a position two meters to the left of the top of the arc.
"Three points?"
When he saw Zhou Quan pause slightly, the assassin immediately shouted.
At this moment, everyone on both sides looked at Zhou Quan, and their movements stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed.
In the first quarter, Mosaic players made 6 of 6 three-pointers. Seeing that Zhou Quan was about to take another three-pointer, the Mosaic players couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.
But at the next moment, Zhou Quan accelerated again, taking advantage of the moment when everyone on both sides paused, and entered the paint area from the left end of the free throw line. He also penetrated all the defense lines and jumped up after one step.
"boom!"
Mosaic's man did not form a defense under the basket in time, and exploded the opponent's basket with a one-handed dunk.
"Pa bang bang..."
Compaq Center burst into warm applause.
"King of Iron Fist!"
"Iron Fist!"
"Ironfist Slayer!"
A large number of Houstonians started shouting and yelling, even Zhou Quan's NCAA nickname was called out.
The assassin laughed twice and said: "The fans of Mosaic have made their choice. Only the strong ones deserve their support."
"How to defend?"
Dameng, who had only sat down for half a minute, jumped up in excitement, waved the white towel in his hand and roared at the court.
Mosaic attack.
Zhou Quan followed Barkley again.
This time Barkley stopped running and stood two steps from the left waist. Zhou Quan came around. He immediately pushed his right elbow forward, raised his left hand high, and firmly used his back hand to get the ball.
The lob came in.
Zhou Quan quickly turned around and stuck to Barkley, and a strong confrontation occurred instantly. Although the strength of level 87 is still not as good as that of Barkley, who has a tonnage of 114 kilograms, it is enough to shake Barkley's center of gravity.
"not good!"
The moment his feet were pushed, Barkley panicked.
"Snapped!"
The next moment, the basketball fell. He missed catching it with one hand and bounced off the baseline.
"Beep!"
The referee's whistle sounded, he made a gesture to exchange the ball, and then pointed toward the Sonics' frontcourt.
"Damn it!"
Barkley glared at Zhou Quan fiercely and ran to the frontcourt helplessly.
Zhou Quan advanced to the frontcourt and saw Mosaic's backup swingman Jaren Jackson coming up to him. He shouted to Barkley: "Hey, giant, don't you dare to challenge me in a duel?"
"asshole!"
Buckley, who was following Gilliam on the left wing, became enraged and pounced on him.
Almon Gilliam saw it and quickly extended his hands to Zhou Quan. The next moment, the basketball in Zhou Quan's hand flew over.
"broken!"
Barkley immediately turned around and fought back.
But it was too late. When he pounced on Gilliam one meter away, the latter's ball had already been released.
"brush!"
The water splashed and the mid-range shot hit.
"Gilliam's open mid-range shot is trustworthy." The assassin smiled.
"It's a garbage choice. Barkley's brain is broken. He has been controlled by that guy's trash talk." Laimbeer spat.
Mosaic attacks again.
This time Barkley ran into the paint. It would be better if there was a chance under the basket. There was no way to run to the right wing to look for opportunities.
He has never really faced off against Zhou Quan. If Jordan were here, he would definitely tell him not to run into the paint when being marked by an iron fist.
Mosaic's substitute point guard Price controlled the ball at the top of the key and saw a good opportunity to pass the ball into the paint area. The landing point was just in front of Barkley's movement.
And this was a scalpel pass. Vincent Aisiu's defense was average and failed to prevent this pass.
Barkley saw it. He ran past Brickkowski under the basket, took a step to the right, stretched his hands forward, and prepared to catch the ball.
"Snapped!"
But at this moment, a big hand suddenly appeared in front of Brickkowski and caught the basketball first.
"What?"
Barkley and Price were stunned at the same time.
"Beautiful! This is Iron Fist's fifth steal. His performance today is simply divine." The assassin said very excitedly.
Zhou Quan carried the ball to the right wing, attracted double teams with his breakthrough, and created an open opportunity for Vincent Aisiu on the three-point line. Aisiu received his pass and shot a three-pointer.
"boom!"
Short, the basketball bounced off the basket and was grabbed by Charles Barkley.
"It's a pity that this space is empty, but Ai Siqiu didn't take action before, and his hands haven't warmed up yet," the assassin said.
"He should do it by himself. His hands are so hot. Why should he pass the ball? He should be alone when he shouldn't be alone and not be alone when he should be alone. They are both wrong choices." Laimbeer said disdainfully.
"Bill, if you're not afraid of being scolded, just keep talking." The assassin laughed secretly in his heart.
(End of chapter)
