Forward to the basket

No one knew why Chen Feng would give up the defense on the inside, and suddenly rushed out to stare at the soul of Brooklyn, "Hot Sauce" Chapoin.

Only the Duke saw that Chen Feng had whispered a few words to that kid named Williams before this guy went on stage.

If this is a well-designed trap, the Duke can only draw an exclamation point in his heart!

This adaptable approach is simple, direct, effective, and highly targeted.

If it was really impromptu, the Duke can only say that this big Asian man is really a bit scary.

Not only is the ability shown on the court a little surprising, but when he calculates others, he can also make people feel the cool wind whizzing down his back.

The blow to Harrell was just a prelude, and it was Chen Feng's goal to kill the soul of Brooklyn.

Obviously, he knows who is the soul of Brooklyn, and he knows how to reverse the disadvantage of falling behind.

It is far easier to choose continuous scoring to shorten the gap than to directly destroy the opponent's core.

For more than nine minutes, perhaps his choice is the most effective.

If such a ruthless solution can be finalized with a few words, that kid is really smart and outrageous.

In less than half a minute, the four-point gap was evened out, and the opponent's two main core players were severely slapped in the face.

Chen Feng's performance was as impressive as his appearance, and the shock it brought was even stronger.

An alley-oop, plus a block, Brooklyn's confidence was severely damaged.

The most important thing was that Chapu couldn't control the game like before because he was forced by Chen Feng.

Any team has its own most accustomed offensive mode, and Chapoin is the core that Brooklyn relies on the most. Once he is trapped to death, the entire team will be in trouble.

This is the chronic problem of street teams. Once the signature characters perform abnormally, the entire team will be reduced.

As Chappe himself said, that damned bald head definitely didn't come out by accident.

He just stared at himself. After the counterattack just now, the shadow has always shrouded his head and followed him like a shadow.

Regardless of whether he was outside the three-point line or hovering in the corner, the bald man always followed him closely, not giving him any chance to breathe.

Originally, it was not an advantage in physical contact, not to mention that the other party was a head taller than himself.

His big hands always enveloped Chapuin's every movement, like a shadow.

Once it was accidental, then when Chapyin was forced into a dilemma again, it was definitely not accidental.

Fake action?Totally ineffective.

Chapu seemed to ignore any subtle fake moves in Chen Feng's eyes. He would never let himself be swayed by the opponent, just like a dark cloud, covering the opponent's head.

Chen Feng was completely taking advantage of his height and long legs to complete a three-dimensional blockade on Cha Puyin.

Ever thought about someone?What a dream!Ever since the bald head came on stage, I haven't seen him being shaken by a fake move. His feet seemed to be stuck in the soil, and he never moved.

Want to pass the ball?Unless Chaplin chooses to pass backwards, he really can't get around this guy with a body like a city wall in front of him. Damn, why is this guy's wingspan so terrifying!

Want to shoot?Maybe the crisp lingering sound of that cap still lingers in Chaplain's ears.

If Chapoin still wants to use that kind of gambling throw, everyone watching the game has a feeling, that is, that kind of ferocious block assists will definitely be staged again.

Chapoin didn't want the opponent to continue to perform his blocking assists. Chapoin also chose to pass the ball in the heads-up for the first time, and did not continue to gamble.

But his pass failed to make his teammates shoot and score, because no one thought he would pass, including his teammates. You must know that in the first three and 10 minutes, Chapoin's assists were only two or three times.

This time, Chappe's subconscious avoidance not only failed to allow Brooklyn to score, but also earned boos from Queens fans, as well as gloomy expressions from Brooklyn supporters.

"Cowards, you are doomed!"

"You bastard! Stop messing around on the streets of New York!"

"Hey! Is this your Brooklyn hot sauce? How do you act like a pussy!"

On the street, you can lose, but if you lose in a heads-up, you will be greeted with boos.

No matter how famous your reputation was, as long as you love it once, the reputation of the past will be gone.

Chap had been on the streets for three years, and he had never backed down, but the muffled sound of the blocked shot just now, and the sound of the wind brought by that big hand, made him choose to dodge for the first time.

He wasn't avoiding anything on purpose, but under such close pressure, he really had no choice. If he didn't want to be intercepted or blocked by his opponent, he could only choose to pass the ball.

This choice is certainly correct, but if you lack a little courage, you will always be criticized.

"Brooklyn's courage was lost in that block. Chap was too proud. He didn't want to be blocked by that big man continuously, but his choice has affected the entire team."

Although the old ruffian Jerry curled his lips subconsciously when he heard what the Duke said, he didn't refute.

That fierce block shot not only shook Chapyin's confidence in the duel, but also made those onlookers feel shocked.

Chen Feng, this criminal, seemed to have nothing to do with him.

He just looked down at Chapoin who was already frowning and said, "It's about the $[-] competition, I don't want to lose just like that, you're unlucky to meet me today."

After saying these words, Chapu was already on the verge of erupting because of his gloomy expression.

A man who has been hanging out on the streets for so long and is considered by many people to be the leader of the new generation on the streets, was so despised by the other party, even played with in applause.

How can you endure this?

But Chen Feng fired at Brooklyn's two cores so recklessly. He completely used his own method to destroy the other's confidence.

The subsequent offense in Queens was simply destroying the will of Brooklynites to resist.

It's no longer an alley-oop, but Williams still lobs the basketball to the bald man. The obvious intention is to tell others what he wants to do with words.

This is definitely not the kind of surprise attack just now, but a standard inside attack. The blatant cooperation between Williams and Chen Feng is to tell the other party clearly, I just want to eat your inside!You can prevent it, but only if you can prevent it!

At this moment, Chen Feng, who was being cursed by countless Brooklyn supporters, was standing on the three-second zone line, with Harrell holding his arm against him behind him.

It can be seen that Harrell is ready to take it hard at this moment, although he himself is a little bit uncertain.

But the arm on the back was already exerting force, pushing Chen Feng outward to prevent this guy from crushing him directly.

But with this level of resistance, even the fans on the sidelines felt that how could Harrell's small arms and legs be able to withstand the strength of the bald man.

This is clearly a confrontation between the strong and the weak. As long as the bald man thinks about it, Harrell can only obey. A little resistance is just to make his face look better.

Stepping, there is no intention of using feints to cover up, Chen Feng's attack is like his aggressive driving method, he will use very clear movements to tell Harrell who is behind him, which side he wants to attack, but you Absolutely can't hold it.

What Chen Feng's solid back gave Harrell was a kind of explosive power like a mountain overwhelming, invincible, not to mention that he is not impenetrable.

Being pushed away abruptly, it was only at this time that Harrell understood what kind of damage this strong body could bring to him.

When his entire chest prevented the opponent from turning around and facing the basket, he could feel the oppression of suffocation. He had exhausted all his strength, and there was nothing he could do.

He could only watch the opponent, turned around, vacated, and once again let the basket and the basketball hoop groan in pain, and he was still the spectator with a depressed face after being squeezed away by the opponent under the basket.

"With your body like a firewood girl, don't play stubborn with me, the main reason is that it's really useless!"

When Chen Feng looked at Harrell who was trampled to death by him, he couldn't bear it.

With a body whose thighs are as thick as his arms, alas, I'm afraid that he will break a bone the next time he lifts it hard.

Maybe this is not a wwe wrestling ring, but there is a kind of strength that makes people irresistible.

This is the overlord's hard work, and he allows you to resist, as long as you can bear it.

It turned out that when Harrell faced this kind of violent violation, he was humiliated and taken down.

When the thick arm was waving in front of him, Harrell could only raise his hand in surrender.

Eight points short.

Six points short.

Four points short.

I'm afraid no one can imagine that the Brooklyn team, which was leading by double digits a few minutes ago, would be in such a mess.

Brooklyn supporters, probably most expecting now is that this damn game time will be over soon, and they have maintained a lead of almost half an hour, which is being eroded quickly.

Four strong hits, four successful shots, two blocked shots, the eyes of more than 2000 people were locked on a figure.

Under the narrow and somewhat crowded basket, the strong and vigorous bald head was torturing his opponent time and time again, and those powerful hands were constantly ravaging the poor basket.

Without any fancy moves, it's just a head-to-head attack. Whether it's Harrell defending alone or someone helping him, that bald and strong body can fight a bloody path.

And his tough style is like giving Queen Street a stimulant. Players who have been depressed for half of the court can now be regarded as finding a chance to vent. All kinds of breakthroughs and shots are all here. If he can't make it, the big man will also pick up the rebound on Harrell's head.

The rhythm of the game that the Brooklynites have been mastering has been out of control since the big bald man named Chen Feng came on the field.

They had a four-point lead over Brooklyn when Queen Street brought Wesley off the bench again.

"Eight minutes and 40 seconds, Chapyin and the others only scored two points..." Jerry muttered to himself on the sidelines with the same expression as those depressed Brooklyn fans.

No matter what, no one would believe that a guy who came out of a horizontal stab could change the game that was almost a foregone conclusion.

In 9 minutes, from being behind by [-] points to overtaking by [-] points, Brooklyn's offense only scored two points.

They used two timeouts to adjust their mood. Chapoin and Harrell also tried to make themselves more flexible. Even if they couldn't contain the damn bald head, they didn't want to just lose the game.

But in fact, ever since that bald man entered the field, the scale of victory has been tilted a little bit.

Chen Feng used the most practical method to get whatever he wanted from the opponent's interior line, allowing all his offenses to be converted into points.

And his most ruthless method may be to make Brooklyn's two most stable offensive weapons misfire at the same time.

Not only was Chap unable to continue to choke people's lungs because of his hot pepper temper, but even Harrell's two mid-range shots became iron-making performances after several consecutive strong attacks by Chen Feng.

"Jerry, it seems that I can spend the two hundred dollars in your pocket today for you." What the Duke cares about at the moment is not how many glasses of whiskey you can buy with the money, he is just feeling for his own eyes. to excitement.

"Damn, that Asian kid is a genius, he made this game his own show! I love him!"

Those who love Chen Feng are not only the Duke who won the two hundred dollar bet, but also those Queen Street fans who have been depressed for half an hour.

When the referee signaled the end of the game, the six-point gap was not an exaggeration, but the shocking effect of the reversal was enough to silence those Brooklyn fans.

Compared to their silent counterparts, those guys from Queen Street almost took off their clothes for a carnival.

"Wow! Crazy game! Chen! You exciting guy!".

The black boy Williams who was jumping around the sidelines a few minutes ago and yelling at Chen Feng just wanted to express his excitement with such a voice at the moment.

Regardless of how much he hated this late guy just now, at least the ending now makes him feel very happy!

In the next year, those Brooklyn guys can only pretend to be grandchildren in front of their own eyes!Is there anything more cool than pretending like this!

It's definitely an exhilarating treat to see your opponent deflated!

Not many people in the carnival crowd paid attention to when the bald man left, but Harrell and the equally depressed Chapoin knew that the guy boarded the cool heavy truck after winning the game.

The only difference is that this guy is different from when he came, not so amazing and bizarre, and he left a little quietly.

But starting today, I am afraid that no one will forget that such a number one person was born in Rock Park.

Like those Rock Park celebs, everyone has had a battle to make themselves famous.

This time, the bald man named Chen Feng used the honor of the entire Brooklyn as his stepping stone. In the legend of Rock Park, there is now another existence that people look up to.

In 9 minutes, the reversal was completed, and the two top players on the streets of New York were firmly trampled.

Such an achievement, maybe it should be called a new legend...

(Well, keep asking for votes, the grades of the new book can't afford to be hurt, I'm really under a lot of pressure when all kinds of sports masters release books at the same time... Students who like basketball books, can we be stronger?)