In Mosaic's frontcourt, Zhou Quan blocked Barkley on the left three-point line and used trash talk to provoke: "Come on, giant, beat me alone."
"Just come."
Barkley didn't take anything, he just took a provocative approach. After that, it was just a test step, and then he took it back and shot a three-pointer.
"Snapped!"
Zhou Quan had quick eyes and quick hands. When Barkley was joining the ball, he slapped him with a quick and accurate slap. Barkley screamed in pain and knocked the ball away.
The ball bounced off the floor, was picked up by Zhou Quan, and then he changed hands to control the ball with a backhand, past Barkley, and headed towards the frontcourt.
"Another steal! The sixth steal!" the assassin shouted excitedly.
At this time, Zhou Quan passed the three-point line on the right wing, changed direction, and flew directly when he reached the right waist.
"boom!"
With a one-handed tomahawk dunk, Mosaic's basket was exploded again.
"Oh ho!"
"Pa bang bang..."
More Mosaic fans rebelled, and Zhou Quan received even more enthusiastic cheers and applause.
"Absurd! Idiot! Idiot! Who gave him the confidence that a power forward was playing alone at the three-point line? Is this the confidence of a giant?" Laimbeer scolded directly.
"Pfft! The confidence of a giant? Haha..." The assassin burst out laughing.
Mosaic attack, a timeout was called after serving.
"49:22, Mosaic is already 27 points behind. Dameng just pulled back five points and Barkley lost it again." The assassin laughed.
"The dreams of the Big Three were shattered at the Compaq Center. I even had a premonition that their championship dreams would be crushed by an iron fist in this year's playoffs," Laimbeer muttered.
The assassin laughed for a while and then said: "Iron Fist is now 13-for-13 from the field, 6-for-6 from three-point range, and 6-for-6 from free throws. The shooting rate is still 100%. He has scored 38 points, 1 rebound, 4 assists, 6 steals, 2 blocks, 0 turnovers. Foul statistics.”
"Look when he misses the first shot," Laimbeer said.
After the timeout, except for Glider who went to the hospital, both teams were in tonight's starting lineup.
"boom!"
Dameng showed off his power as soon as he came on the court. After catching the ball in the low post on the left wing, he swayed up and down, then slipped into the basket and hit a dunk.
"Oh ho!"
Seeing that the star player has not surrendered, Mosaic fans naturally did not hesitate to applaud and cheer.
"brush!"
But twenty seconds later, Zhou Quan hit an extremely precise hollow three-pointer from the top of the arc, knocking Mosaic's morale to the floor again.
"Oh ho!"
The fans' mentality has long since changed, from supporting the home team to appreciating the stars' performances. Zhou Quan hit his seventh three-pointer and immediately received warm cheers.
"41 points." The assassin shouted excitedly.
"brush!"
Turning over for a jump shot, Barkley finally hit a goal in the second quarter.
"boom!"
Looking back, Zhou Quan finally missed his first shot tonight, and it was a three-pointer.
"mine."
Dameng grabbed the backcourt rebound.
"yeah!"
Seeing that he missed the ball, Barkley and others roared and shouted excitedly, and Mosaic's morale began to surge upwards from the bottom.
"14 of 15 shots, 7 of 8 three-pointers, 6 of 6 free throws," the assassin read.
"He is likely to miss consecutive shots, and he should pass the ball at this time." Laimbeer said.
"boom!"
Dameng caught the ball in the low post on the left wing and was held up by Earvin Johnson. He kept shaking again, then turned around and shot a jump shot. He had already shaken off the defender, but there was a problem with his touch and he failed to hit.
Barkley was really good, getting around Matt Geiger and getting to the basket, grabbing this offensive rebound, and then going for a layup.
"Snapped!"
Zhou Quan, who rushed down from the high post, blocked the shot in time and blocked Barkley from behind. The basketball bounced off the backboard and was caught by Earvin Johnson.
"Three blocked shots." The assassin smiled.
"Barkley is really unlucky, can't he dunk?" Laimbeer scolded.
"He is injured and can't fly as well as before, and he didn't notice Iron Fist's help in defense." The assassin laughed.
The Supersonics attacked, and Mosaic desperately defended, preventing the opponent's fast break.
Zhou Quan came to the top of the arc and faced the marginal man Sam Mark. An angelic smile appeared on his face, but his attack was like a knife, piercing Sam Mark with one strike.
"brush!"
A fake shot and a real shot, the basketball is like an arrow, the water splashes, and the three-pointer is hit.
"Beautiful! 8 of 9 three-pointers, 44 points, Iron Fist is really amazing today." The assassin shouted excitedly.
"This kid really dares to take action!" Ranbir said in surprise.
"What is he afraid of? With such a big lead, what if he misses consecutive shots? Can Mosaic catch up? The more decisive the shot, the better the feel." The assassin said disdainfully.
Tomjanovich's head was dripping with sweat. He felt that Iron Fist's condition today seemed to be unstoppable, so how could he still fight? Do you want to watch him score a hundred points on yourself?
A few minutes later, as Zhou Quan made two free throws, the audience burst into cheers, and the second quarter ended.
71:38, Mosaic fell behind by 33 points at halftime. In the second half of the second quarter, Dameng and Barkley tried their best to stabilize the situation slightly, but Zhou Quan continued to fire and continued to maintain the point difference with higher offensive efficiency. expand.
"For 50 points, Iron Fist made 17 of 19 shots, a shooting percentage of 89.5%, 8 of 9 three-pointers, a shooting percentage of 88.9%, and 8 of 8 free throws. He scored 50 points in the half." The assassin shouted excitedly. .
Laimbeer pretended to be disdainful and said: "Look at the defender in front of him, his hands and feet are weak, and he has no defensive effect on him. Such 50 points have no gold content at all. When I meet such a defender, I can score it in half. 50 points."
"This bastard, I want to file a complaint against him."
"Ranbir, this trash, don't let me touch him. Give me ESPN TV's phone number quickly, I want to file a complaint against him."
At this time, not only Seattle, but countless fans across the United States were very dissatisfied with Laimbeer, and all ESPN's external phone calls were buzzed.
"Zhou Quan scored 50 points at halftime?"
In Denver, in the third quarter of the game, Zhang Lili received the news again, and the regret in his heart was about to explode.
"Oh my God!" Xu Jicheng was stunned and didn't respond for a long time.
In front of domestic TV sets, countless fans complained that Zhou Quan's game was not broadcast live today, and the number of calls to sports channels was also overwhelming.
The person in charge of the sports channel also regretted slapping his thigh. He only regretted that he was unable to predict the future. Otherwise, how could he miss this game?
In the Compaq Center, the home team's locker room, Tomjanovich directly stated that all the main players would be withdrawn in the second half and the game would be abandoned.
Although Dameng and Barkley are unwilling to give in, with Tekken's state tonight, if they continue to fight like this, there is a high probability that the game will not be recovered, and Tekken will probably produce a jaw-dropping statistic.
Although 50 points in the half is very strong now, it is better than letting him score 60+, 70+, or even 80+, so I had to accept the head coach's arrangement.
"well!"
After the start of the second half, the fans found that their team had given up. None of the main players stood up, nor did they boo, they just sighed, and then most of the fans began to leave.
"Iron Fist?"
George Karl looked at Zhou Quan, who shook his head and sat back on the bench.
"Congratulations to Iron Fist, you defeated the three giants in two quarters, haha!" the assassin laughed.
"Poor guys, you are in bad luck today." Ranbir chuckled.
"Today is Tekken's 6th 50+ point this season and the 6th 50+ point in his career. He has never had this before in the regular season, but he did have 55 points once in the playoffs." The assassin said.
"Damn it, our Pistons have changed their boss, but they are still so stingy and unwilling to invest." Laimbeer suddenly cursed.
The Assassin knew what Laimbeer meant. If the former boss Bill Davidson was willing to continue investing, Iron Fist would definitely stay in Detroit. Now the Pistons will definitely have more than three championships.
However, Detroit's economy has been getting worse and worse in recent years. The operation of the city government has become a problem, and the football market is getting worse and worse. No one as the boss can invest a lot of money to compete for the championship. It is impossible to maintain the team. It's okay to go bankrupt, but you don't necessarily have to compete for a championship.
At this time, in New York, David Stern received two phone calls.
The first one is to report ratings. The highest ratings in the first half of Mosaic and Sonics reached 36.7 million.
To be honest, this viewership scared him. The highest viewership for the Super Bowl was just over 100 million, which was already more than one-third.
But on the second call, special assistant Houston told him that Mosaic had given up on the game and the ratings plummeted.
He was so angry that he hung up the phone and cursed: "You are an unlucky guy. Three people can't beat Iron Fist alone."
He allowed Barkley's trade to give the SuperSonics and Zhou Quan a strong opponent, but the first regular season game ended like this, which disappointed him.
He felt that it was Michael Jordan who reassured him that the Bulls and SuperSonics had one win and one loss, so they were still equally powerful.
After the game, Zhou Quan became the man of the match and accepted an on-site interview.
"Tekken, what makes you in such good shape?" an ESPN reporter asked.
"I had no dreams last night." Zhou Quan replied honestly.
"Not dreaming?"
The reporter was confused. What does this have to do with the state?
Zhou Quan explained: "I have been practicing our Chinese Taoist immortal skills, and now I have made some achievements."
The reporter was still confused and asked: "What's the use of that thing?"
"After practicing, you will become... a god."
Zhou Quan thought that Americans did not have the concept of immortals, so he changed his name.
"god?"
The reporter's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Is it the God of Basketball? Oh, you are actually cultivating the God of Basketball? Has the Godhead come out now?"
"Pfft, haha..."
Zhou Quan laughed, and the reporter, cameraman, and people next to him also laughed.
After the reporter laughed, he asked: "Iron Fist, the future god of basketball, Mosaic gave up the second half. Do you regret this?"
"No, what I want most is to become a point guard god."
Zhou Quan shook his head, made a joke and then nodded and smiled: "Of course it would be false to say that I have no regrets. It is difficult to appear in such a good state. Maybe it will only happen once in this life."
"Okay, future point guard god, I hope you can play like this next time. We hope to see you score 60+70+80+." The reporter laughed.
After the on-site interview, Zhou Quan said goodbye to the fans and then left the stadium with his teammates.
Rodman joked: "Iron Fist, this has become your home court."
Zhou Quan smiled and said: "Have you not noticed that there are many Chinese, and there are quite a few Chinese in the Houston area."
Back in the locker room, they got good news. The Bulls lost to the Nuggets in back-to-back home and away games.
"The Bulls are now 38 wins and 7 losses, and we are 37 wins and 8 losses, one victory difference. The Bulls have 6 away games in this wave, and there are still two left. It happens to be another back-to-back away game. Maybe there will be a chance for consecutive games. defeat."
"We had a chance to catch up."
"God, when Schrempf and Rodman got injured, I thought we were going to be finished, but I didn't expect it to end like this."
"The boss's performance is too strong!"
Everyone started talking excitedly.
An hour later, the post-match press conference began.
"Iron Fist, do you think you are the point guard god?" a New York Times reporter asked.
Zhou Quan shook his head and said: "I was joking just now. I meant that I hope to become the god of point guards, just like I hope to defend my title this year."
The reporter also added: "What I want to ask is, how far do you think you are from the point guard god?"
Zhou Quan laughed and said: "Update most of the historical records of point guards, have many reporters who can't be broken by other point guards, have an absolute number of hard honors, dominate an era, and influence that era. I think these are the gods of point guards. It should be a symbol, so I am still very far away from the point guard god."
"Iron Fist, do you think tonight is the true strength of the Mosaic Big Three lineup?" a Houston Chronicle reporter asked.
Zhou Quan smiled and said: "Of course not, they are both superstars, and together they can average 80 points, even 85 or 90 points per game.
In fact, I hope they performed better tonight. Only stronger opponents can force me to be the strongest. I regret that they did not perform well tonight. The Big Three still need more running-in and better performance. mentality. "
The next reporter was a reporter from the Seattle Times. After taking the microphone, he asked excitedly: "Iron Fist, if the three of them are in good shape tonight, can you score 100 points in a stalemate?"
Zhou Quan laughed and said: "That's difficult. I'm not an inside post, I'm just a small point guard. When I get 60 or 70 points, they will definitely double-team me and won't let me score easily. It won't let me easily enter the paint area.
But everything is possible. Mosaic's outside line is very weak, especially after the glider injury. They have no one to stop me. And tonight I am in very good condition. I can shoot no matter what. Double teams are useless. I just can make the shot. , so if the situation you mentioned happens, it is 100% not necessarily hopeless. "
"well!"
Hearing this, the reporters below sighed with regret.
In another hall, the mosaic launch conference is also taking place.
"Charles, do you have anything to comment on this game?" the reporter asked.
"We fought like shit, and every one of us was terrible from the beginning." Barkley said very directly.
"Were you scared when Tekken scored 50 points in the half?" the reporter asked again.
"No, I was just anxious. I was very anxious at the time. My condition was too bad and I wanted to recover as soon as possible." Barkley said.
"If you and Dameng were in good form, how many points do you think Tekken would have scored today?" the reporter asked.
Buckley hesitated for a moment and then said: "At least seventy points."
The reporter asked again: "If you were given another choice, would you like it to be like this, or would you like to recover at that time and not give up the game?"
Barkley was stunned. How do I choose? If the game continues, that bastard Iron Fist might be able to score 80 or 90 points. If there are two more overtime games, he might be able to score 100 points like Chamberlain did. It would be better to just leave it like this.
He could only shrug and said, "No ifs, things have already happened."
Next, a reporter from the New York Times asked about Big Dream and asked: "Hakeem, if you had to choose, would you choose to be teammates with Michael Jordan or Iron Fist?"
Dameng was startled, and couldn't help roaring in his heart, as long as you give me one of these two guys, I can become the king of the NBA!
But when he thought about the reality, he couldn't help but said with some frustration: "Michael, he doesn't have the ball, so he is more suitable for me. If it is Iron Fist, it will be my turn if he doesn't play."
"Charles, what about you?" the reporter turned around and asked.
Buckley thought as he said: "I would also choose Michael. We are friends and our cooperation will be more tacit."
"Do you hope to be on the same team as Tekken in the future?" the reporter asked again.
The two were silent for a while, choosing not to answer the question.
The next question was from a reporter from the Houston Chronicle, who asked: "Mr. Coach, we will challenge the SuperSonics in Seattle in the next game. Do you think we have any hope of coming back?"
"Of course, it's impossible for Iron Fist to continuously perform in super form, and our state will not be as sluggish as it is today." Tomjanovich said with confidence.
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(End of chapter)
