NBA: I, the god of the front

Harden screamed suddenly, and Durant hurriedly turned his head. Both of them were shocked, and they looked at each other and couldn't believe it was true.

Max also looked at Nash in surprise, feeling that this was not Yang's defense at all.

At this time, Nash was finally sure that his guess was correct. Yang was very smart and kept trying.

He knew that Irving's offense was very strong, so he didn't defend with all his strength in the first game, but went to test his offensive methods and routines.

Seeing the match point and finding out the way to attack, suddenly exerting force will give people unexpected results.

Nash nodded slightly, with a deep smile on his face.

After Owen's layup was blocked, he was very dissatisfied. He only thought it was his luck, and he was far from being able to defend himself.

Yang Yang didn't take this defense seriously, but on offense, Owen definitely couldn't defend himself, so there was no need to end the battle so quickly.

Turning around and passing the ball back to Owen, he nodded and said, "This ball doesn't count, you come again."

After finishing speaking, he made defensive moves and waited for Owen to attack.

Owen couldn't hold back his face. He was still so arrogant after being covered. He must not be allowed another chance this time.

At the start, when he went to the left quickly, Yang Yang blocked it with his whole body, that is, blocking the left and turning the right.

Irving turned to the right with a gorgeous turn, and then strode in again.

Yang Yang followed very closely this time, just not giving space to rush, and directly blocked him at the bottom line with a dead ball rhythm.

But Irving is an offensive kaleidoscope, and he can see the defensive intention at a glance, and then bends down to stick to the defense and spins the spinning top to the left.

Yang Yang has already guessed the next move, either to retreat two points, or to turn around and attack from the left.

This turning around is obviously the second routine. Yang Yang spent a round to test his way, how could he not know his attack?
Just after turning around and passing half a body, Owen did not use a jumper, but used his footsteps, first holding the ball to make a fake shot, and Yang Yang decisively followed.

Seeing that the defense was deceived, he easily collected the ball and went to the basket to pick the basket.

Yang Yang's movements were very fast. Seeing that it was a fake move, he hurriedly backed away, turned around and slapped the basketball off his hand without giving him a chance to make a move.

"Hey, foul!" Owen was pushed out of the field from behind by Yang Yang, and he turned his head and shouted foul in dissatisfaction.

How could such a good ball be fouled?

In order to convince him completely, he put it away and threw it directly beyond the three-point line, signaling him to continue attacking.

The irritated Owen almost raised his fist and cursed, and suddenly started after receiving the ball, without giving him a chance.

But Yang Yang always blocked the left road. Even if he attacked suddenly, Owen could only go on the right road.

It's just that the speed was much faster this time, Yang Yang retreated quickly, did not go for the ball, and continued to watch his footsteps.

When breaking through to the middle distance, he suddenly spun the top and turned to the left, accelerated again, and stopped suddenly.

While advancing and retreating, Yang Yang was indeed shaken. Seeing that there was space, Owen suddenly turned around and pulled back on the spot for safety reasons, and took another step back to get up and was about to shoot.

Yang Yang followed desperately with his trembling shoulders, and when he took a step back to make a shot, Yang Yang took off faster than him.

Owen saw that the defense was advanced, and the shot that had stopped in the air could only raise the arc.

At this time, Yang Yang had no reservations. He threw himself on his fingertips, but he still threw the ball.

When he landed, Owen's feet hung on Yang Yang, who lost his center of gravity and fell directly to the ground.

But at this time, he didn't care about how to get up, but hurriedly turned his head to look at the basketball.

It is a difficult shot, if the ball can still be made, it can only show that Irving is too immortal.

I saw the ball swiping around in the basket, and then flung it out again.

"Oh, what a pity." Harden shook his fist and sighed, feeling that he was more nervous than the attacker.

"Defend three goals, I can't let you attack anymore, it will look very unfair." Yang Yang held the ball and said seriously.

Owen was very disdainful, and roared angrily, "No one wants you to let go, put away your nonsense, I don't want to see your shit attack."

Seeing Irving getting angry, Harden hurriedly shouted, "Irving, don't underestimate your opponent, get up and defend."

"He's just a temporary worker, always sitting next to the water cooler, he will attack?" Owen raged even more when he heard this, "Harden, I know you lost to him in the heads-up, But I won't, you open your eyes and see clearly."

Harden's face suddenly became ugly. This should not be Irving's response, he completely disrespected himself.

"Don't take it to heart, Irving is in a hurry." Durant hurriedly comforted, "He is just a quick temper, you should calm down."

"I'll kick his ass." Harden picked up the basketball next to him and slammed it on the ground.

Durant is in a dilemma. Both sides are good brothers, and it is impossible to protect anyone. If the two of them fight, wouldn't the problem be bigger?
"Mr. Nash, I think their heads-up should be terminated. This is not the solution to the problem." Durant could only shout at Nash.

Nash doesn't think so. If there is no internal competition, how can he compete in the NBA?

With a smile, he folded his arms and replied, "I really hope to see the clamor among men, which will inspire them to move forward bravely."

"But……"

"Kevin, I know what you want to say, but please rest assured, I will control the rhythm." Nash said confidently.

Durant was very helpless. Looking at the court again, he saw that after Yang Yang held the ball, he first made a big loop down, stretched out his left foot, and directly made a jumper gesture. Successfully dunked inside.

"Oh, what a beautiful penalty feint, continue." Nash clapped his hands and shouted.

Owen frowned, he didn't expect to be deceived by him, but he didn't take it to heart, it was just luck.

Then, Owen opened his hands to block in front of him. Yang Yang held the ball in front of him. Seeing that he did not block the route, he released the ball to the right to break through.

Owen knew that he was not tall enough, so he could only defend himself close to the body to prevent him from using his body to force him.

Seeing that his body was hurt, Yang Yang hurriedly backed away, not wanting to rely on his body to force him.

"Hehe, is this just a little offensive method? You are still young if you want to make a move in front of me." Seeing him retreating repeatedly, Owen knew that his offensive method was single, and he didn't even have this kind of confrontation, so he immediately put down his mocking harsh words.

Yang Yang still didn't take his words seriously. Seeing that Owen didn't keep up, he decisively collected the ball and made a fadeaway jumper.

Irving didn't expect him to steal the chicken and shoot directly.

But it doesn't matter, mid-range and long-range shots are still the ones that have not been adjusted, can they still make shots?
However, just as Irving turned his head, the basketball passed directly through the net, and the sound of 'swish' was very clear.

"The second ball." Yang Yang stretched out two fingers and shouted.

"It's just stepping on dog shit." Owen was obviously still not convinced, and he turned around and continued to defend closely.

Nash felt very familiar when he saw the ball, and turned to Durant and asked, "Did you teach him the signature move?"