NBA backer king

Chapter 210 One-on-one with the postman

At noon on the 26th, the Jazz arrived in Phoenix.

The last time the two teams fought was last season's regular season. There were not many grievances before, but that was in the past, and now the grievances are quite big.

Last season, Lao Wang knocked the postman unconscious with an elbow and concussed him. After that, the two never met again. Everyone from the media to the fans is interested in knowing what will happen on and off the field.

Therefore, this game received a lot of attention, and it was also broadcast live across the United States. At the same time, CCTV also chose to broadcast this game live.

Countless media rushed to Phoenix to attend the Jazz's press conference at the hotel.

The postman sat on it with a cold face, and there was a striking scar seven or eight centimeters long on his forehead, which made him look fierce.

"Xiao Su, Tie Jun tore it open with one elbow, did you see that?" Zhang Lili, who was among the reporters, introduced to Su Qun.

"This guy is so fierce!"

Just as the postman glanced over, his eyes could not help shrinking, Su Qun whispered.

At this time, the questioning session began, and Zhang Lili quickly raised his hand.

But the host didn't turn over his cards, and gave the first question to the reporter of ABC TV station.

The reporter asked: "Postman, you haven't touched old K since last season. What will you have with him this time...well, is it communication?"

The postman Malone snorted coldly in his heart. After more than half a year, his hatred for that Chinese guy has not diminished at all, but has become deeper and stronger. With that damned rookie winning the championship, his hatred has reached his bones.

"I will communicate with him well so that he will never forget it."

When he opened his mouth, his voice was like gold and iron, full of coldness and ruthlessness, as well as gloomy and cruelty.

"Too bad, I'm in trouble for tomorrow's game. This guy has a very strong elbow. He is known as Dr. Iron Elbow. Last time Tie Jun struck first and made him suffer a lot. I don't know what he will do this time." Zhang Lili whispered anxiously.

"Then what should we do?" Su Qun asked anxiously.

"Cold salad, let's see how Tie Jun handles it, we can only remind you." Zhang Lili said.

The next question, he raised his hand again, and luckily this time, the host pointed at him.

After taking the microphone handed over by the staff, he happily asked, "Hello, postman..."

"Chinese?" The postman interrupted Zhang Lili's words and asked.

"Uh, yes." Zhang Lili said.

"Tell me that damn kid old K, his days are coming to an end, and I will never let him go."

The postman stared at Zhang Lili fiercely, and his words were extremely cold.

Zhang Lili wasn't scared too much, and replied: "Postman, are you threatening?"

"You can understand it whatever you want, that's your business." The postman said coldly.

At this time, Wang Tiejun was eating lunch and watching TV programs in the restaurant of the training base at the headquarters.

"Old K, be careful, he won't let you go." Kevin Johnson reminded.

"Uh-huh!"

He nodded while eating, but he was thinking about the deal, should he act first this time?
There are only those who are thieves every day, and there is no one who guards against thieves every day. Instead of guarding against the postman's dark hands all the time, it is better to kill him first.

Now that the postman made it clear that he was going to deal with him, he would be passive if he didn't strike first.

At this time, the Jazz's press conference is over.

A good friend of Black and White Shuangsha, who lived in the same room, Stockton said at this time: "Carl, that kid is very bad, and his hands are also very black. You must act early, and don't be preempted by him like last time."

The postman Ma Long was stunned, and suddenly felt a pain in his forehead. He couldn't help touching the huge scar across the two eyebrows. The hatred in his heart suddenly surged like a huge tide, and he couldn't help nodding heavily.

This time, he had to deal with that damn Chinese guy once and for all, so that he could calm down the anger in his heart and let him out of the anger that was suppressed in his heart.

November 11th, game day.

The game time was 08:30, and at 06:30 in the evening, the Suns' bus drove into the No. [-] underground parking lot of the American West Arena.

Generally, the No. [-] parking lot of the arena is closed, and it is exclusively used by the people who use the arena and some VIPs. Tonight, this place belongs to the Suns and Jazz, and some VIPs.

The Suns came up from the underground parking lot, and a group of thirty or so people walked along the somewhat dim corridor to the home team's locker room. The sound of rumbling footsteps echoed endlessly in the narrow corridor, as if the army was marching.

"Old K, how are you going to deal with the postman's provocation?" asked the team reporter Hammers Larry.

"I'm a civilized person, and I'll advise him not to be violent. I'm sure that's not a good idea." Wang Tiejun said.

"What are you going to persuade him with?" Larry pressed.

He clenched his iron bowl fist and said with a smile: "What else can I use, naturally use the method he is best at."

"Puchi! Haha..."

Someone in the line couldn't help laughing, and then more laughed.

Zhang Lili and Su Qun were also in the crowd. Hearing this sentence, Lao Zhang, who knew Wang Tiejun well, smiled knowingly, while the latter asked blankly, "Director Zhang, what is the postman best at?"

As Lao Zhang walked, he whispered to his ear, "Violence, what else can there be?"

"Violence? Hey, hiss!"

Su Qun almost bit off his tongue, the pain made tears flow out.

Walking in the middle of the management at the back, Colangelo's heart skipped a beat. He remembered what the postman said to the media yesterday, he wanted to give old K an unforgettable memory, and old K was definitely not a good tempered person. Something big might happen tonight.

He needs to strengthen his security forces and make sure that no off-court conflicts occur between the two sides.

But when it comes to the field, it is beyond his control, and this is what worries him the most.

The postman's actions were too dark, and he didn't care about other people's safety for many malicious fouls. He was a little worried that the postman would hit old K hard, so he had repeatedly told old K to be careful just now.

In the locker room, the players went about their own business. Colangelo stayed for a few minutes and then left. He was going to arrange security forces, and another security guard would come over.

Wang Tiejun looked at the door from time to time, then at Kevin Johnson and the others, and then at the door again, as if he was waiting for something.

After waiting for two or three minutes, he couldn't sit still any longer. He got up, went to the door and opened his head to observe. The media was gone, and Mr. Colangelo had left.

"Old K, who are you looking for?"

The coaching staff is outside, and he looks suspicious, assistant coach Lewis asked.

"Nothing, coach."

He smiled, turned around and greeted his teammates: "Let's go, hurry up, hurry up."

"GO! GO! GO!"

Kevin Johnson and Dan Marley immediately got up and said hello.

A group of people had already discussed that they would go to the visiting team's locker room to express their condolences. Now they followed Wang Tiejun and swarmed out.

Liu Changfeng also followed behind. He knew that his cousin was looking for trouble, so he didn't feel anything.

"Old K, what are you doing?" the head coach Westphal asked hastily.

"Coach, we're going to visit our guests." He responded loudly while speeding up his pace.

"Notify Mr. Colangelo quickly." Westphal said with a headache.

A group of people rushed to the players' tunnel at a trot, and the whole corridor was full of rumbling running sounds, like an army charging.

It was less than seven o'clock at the moment, the fans hadn't entered the stadium, and the security personnel hadn't been in place yet, so they rushed directly to the visiting team's locker room.

"..."

Outside the locker room of the visiting team was the management and coaching staff of the Jazz. When they heard the sound of running, they were a little confused and didn't know what happened.

"Oops!"

But soon, a giant appeared around the corner, it was the old K of the Suns team, followed by a large group of Suns players, looking menacing, they knew that something was wrong, the home team was coming, and quickly stopped in front.

"Hurry up, the Suns are coming." A staff member pushed open the door of the locker room and yelled inside.

"What?" The Jazz players were startled.

"..."

Tom Chambers, who was traded to the Jazz, was also in a daze. What should we do?

"damn it!"

The same is true for the postman. He never imagined, how could the Suns have the guts to attack him off the court?But there was a stern light in his eyes, and it was just right when he came, so he would deal with that damned kid off the court.

He immediately got up and rushed to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the roar of head coach Jerry Sloan.

"Old K, what do you want to do?"

"Coach, let me do it."

He immediately strode out, separated the crowd, and stood at the front.

Fifteen steps in front of the Jazz, Wang Tiejun changed from a small trot to a quick trot, striding forward, and his stern voice resounded through the corridor:
"Postman, you want to make me unforgettable, and I will give you a chance now. Come on, fight like a cowboy, you and I will fight one-on-one, and the consequences will be at your own risk."

Seeing Wang Tiejun's appearance, Jerry Sloan knew that things could not go well, so he quickly backed away and shouted, "Hurry up, contact the security guard."

"One-on-one? It's just what I want."

At this time, the postman also greeted him with fists, and shouted sharply: "Damn boy, come on then, I will beat you to death!"

With a big stride, the two of them instantly entered the attacking range.

Wang Tiejun took the lead in throwing a punch, but the upper road was false, and the lower road sweep was real. When the postman avoided attacking the upper road, his right leg twisted his waist and swung his hip together, and with a snap, he swept the outside of the latter's left calf.

The postman's upper body strength was not weaker than his, but his lower body strength was weaker than him. He was hit and staggered. He took advantage of the momentum and rushed forward, hitting his opponent with a punch in the face.

"Oh!"

Ouch, the postman was thrown to the ground immediately, his nose started to bleed, and the bridge of his nose that was discounted last year was probably broken again.

"Oh hoo!"

Kevin Johnson, a group of Suns players immediately roared excitedly.

The postman was punched down, and everyone on the opposite Jazz team was stunned and panicked.

"Old K, don't mess around!" Jeris Long shouted sharply.

"One-on-one, no one should interfere, this is the rule of the western cowboy."

Wang Tiejun looked sideways at the jazz and shouted at the postman on the floor: "Get up, you weakling, I don't think you have any skills, get up and fight me, I haven't touched you since I passed out last year, my hands are very itchy."

"damn it!"

The blood-stained postman rolled over and got up, and in a fit of anger, he rushed forward with bared teeth and claws.

"It's you who did it!"

Lao Wang let out an angry roar in his throat, and when his opponent rushed in, he kicked him like a jab.

This is the basic footwork of Bajiquan. Different from poking the foot, the footwork of poking the foot has changes. The basic footwork of this Bajiquan has no other changes. It is just one move, kicking the wooden pile with the sole of the foot continuously, until the feet form a pair of iron feet, until a few green bricks can be broken with a random kick.

He mainly practiced Tieshankou. He did not practice much Bajiquan other boxing techniques, but these basic skills were also practiced since he was a child. Although he did not practice again after playing basketball in junior high school, he was not as good as a real Bajiquan master, but his feet were still very hard, and the bone density was much greater than that of ordinary people's feet, especially the forefoot.

"predict!"

This kick hit the bone of the postman's left foot, making a sound like kicking a stake.

"what!"

The postman felt the tingling pain instantly enter his brain, as if being stabbed by a steel needle, he couldn't help crying out in pain.

When the opponent was in a state of confusion, the old Wang Xiong stepped forward and got close in an instant. The real iron mountain exploded by hitting, and the terrifying power was as unstoppable as a giant bear's pounce.

"Oh!"

A heavy impact sounded, and the postman weighing 117 kilograms was instantly thrown up several meters, and then knocked down a group of Jazz players behind him. Six or seven people fell back and forth, and the entire corridor was in a mess.

"Oh!"

The Suns were also intimidated, and there were exclamations.

"Carl?"

The Jazz were in disarray.

"Bastard...cough cough...damn it!" the postman growled and got up again.

His chest muscles were too thick, so he was fine, but his face was pale from being hit, he was wheezing and coughing, and he was a little bit out of breath.

But in fact, this was the appearance. He himself felt that a few ribs were aching, either broken or cracked.

Wang Tiejun was also very surprised. He is indeed the strongest guy in the NBA. If he can carry it, let's do it again.

The postman rushed forward, with a pair of fists and arms holding the boxer to protect the head, and Wang Tiejun was spinning around continuously in circles at his feet to prevent being kicked by him again.

"Be careful, old K!"

Kevin Johnson saw the postman posing as a boxer, and immediately reminded him.

Wang Tiejun didn't raise his leg again. The postman was smaller and more flexible than him. He used the bottom lane twice to attack, and the opponent must have been on guard.

He tried to punch two bastard punches, but was blocked by the opponent's boxing.

Just when he let go of the middle door because of the punch, the postman took the opportunity to get close, and he was forced to take a small step back under the left and right uppercuts.

At this moment, the postman took the opportunity to get closer, twisted his waist, swung his right arm, and smashed his elbow on his head with all his strength.

At this moment, the bear stance started, and the right (rear) foot quickly moved backwards. At the same time, the upper body instinctively leaned back to let the elbow pass, and the tip of the postman's right elbow brushed past his mouth.

"What the hell, is this killing me?"

He took another step back, opened a little distance, and approached the wall.

My heart was a little hairy, if I got hit by this elbow just now, with the strength of the postman, wouldn't I be able to open his ladle?

He could see that it was very possible for the postman to explode his skull with all his strength.

At this time, the red-eyed postman rushed forward again, his elbows were like knives, and he was as fierce as a tiger.

He was not a good-tempered person in the first place, he had just escaped a difficult situation, and now seeing his opponent coming up again, he couldn't help but get angry, he didn't care about anything, and first defeated the opponent before talking.

"Oh!"

Zheng kicked over, kicked the postman half a step back, then took a bear step, elbowed sideways, and blasted a fierce elbow.

Seeing that Wang Tiejun was approaching ferociously, the postman also punched him, and both of them were hit at the same time.

"Oh!"

The punch was longer than the elbow, so Wang Tiejun sent him up and received a punch. He was hit in the face and hit his left eye.

"Oh!"

Almost at the same time, he also put his elbow on the postman's chest.

"Uh!"

The postman let out a muffled grunt, and his body was thrown into the air in an instant, hitting the wall behind him with a bang, hitting a hanging picture and sticking it to the wall.

This was even more brutal than the Tieshangan attack just now. The postman was beaten so blood was surging in his chest, and blood was gushing up from his nose. The tingling pain in his chest instantly came to his head. It is estimated that some ribs were really broken, especially the thoracic vertebrae.

That is to say, he hit Wang Tiejun first, otherwise he might be killed directly by this elbow.

But he was also a very ferocious person. He vomited blood after being beaten, but he still roared angrily. With the strength of his waist and abdomen, his back pushed against the wall, and with a movement of his feet, he swung his elbow and smashed it on Wang Tiejun's head.

"boom!"

Wang Tiejun's face hurt from the blow, his right cheekbone seemed to be cut by a knife, his face was torn instantly, blood gushed out immediately, and he took half a step back.

But in terms of damage, it wasn't enough. The whole head, chin and temples were more harmful, but the cheekbones on both sides were less damaged, and the cerebellum was not easily impacted. He got an elbow and didn't feel dizzy.

At this time, the postman rushed forward again, his elbow was already raised, and it seemed that another elbow was about to hit him.

He gritted his steel teeth, and punched the postman in the face with a punch, knocking him back to the wall, and then stepped forward, his right elbow was like a knife, and he slammed forward fiercely.

"Oh!"

He was 9 centimeters taller than the postman, and the elbow hit the postman's head in an instant, causing the postman's head to shake violently and hit the wall.

At this time, he was very aggressive and was about to continue to attack, but when he realized that something was wrong, the postman fell directly to the floor, and there was no reaction, so he stopped.

The two giant beasts were fighting fiercely in the narrow corridor, and no one dared to step forward to stop them. At this moment, they stopped, and no one dared to step forward.

"Old K, let's go."

Kevin Johnson and others came up and pulled Wang Tiejun away.

"Are you all right, Tie Jun?" Liu Changfeng asked.

"It's okay." Old Wang said.

"Carl?"

Stokes looked at the postman lying at the bottom of the wall, a large piece of scalp had been peeled off, the white bones had been stained red, the blood was gushing, and his heart was torn apart.

"doctor!"

A shrill voice sounded in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)