nba championship predators

Chapter 60

The furious Rasheed Wallace rushed to Zhao Ke in three steps and two steps, pushing with one hand...

Nothing? !

The imaginary scene of Mr. Zhao turning his back on his back did not appear. Rasheed Wallace, who was 2 meters tall, still had his hand on the chest of Mr. Zhao, who was 08 meters tall, and Mr. Zhao remained motionless.

Rasheed Wallace froze, what happened?
"Rashid, Zhao Ke's chest feels great!" Ben Wallace laughed out of breath.

Ben Wallace is the power king of the NBA. Seeing Rasheed Wallace slumped, he was overjoyed: In terms of strength, everyone here is hotter than I imagined!

Rasheed Wallace's face was purple, and he took two steps back, ready to throw a left uppercut to kill the kid who laughed so cheaply.

Zhao Ke took a step forward, counteracting the distance of Rasheed Wallace's punch, raised his head and shouted loudly:
"Bullfighting, five balls, whoever wins will be the boss! Dare you?"

Rasheed Wallace was still in a rage, what kind of bullfight, Lao Tzu's punch the size of a sandbag let you know why the flowers are so red, and he didn't respond for a while.

But Zhao Ke is so cheap, he caught Rasheed Wallace's pause and began to lash out:
"Since you are hesitating, let's limit it to the court. On the court, you have to call me boss!"

Zhao Ke still smiled lightly, wickedly, with contemptuous eyes.

"Fuck, who hesitates, you have to call me boss on any occasion!" Rage makes people stupid, sad Rasheed Wallace.

"Deal!" Zhao Ke succeeded in his treachery.

Tom Thibodeau led the others to get out of the way, just to let Rasheed Wallace try Zhao Ke's quality, and he was also happy to see this sudden bullfighting coaching staff.

"You come first!" Rasheed Wallace threw the ball to Zhao Ke, and shrank himself to the basket, preparing to prevent Zhao Ke from breaking through.

Zhao Ke was not polite to him. He held the ball with one hand and pointed at the top of the arc with the other, imitating Larry Bird's tone:

"I want to shoot a three-pointer here, you come here to defend!"

Rashid Wallace's morale is that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, but after hesitation, he still stood in front of Zhao Ke, and must give this cheap-talking boy a big hat!
"I'm going to shoot!"

Zhao Ke took off lightly, and made a standard shot like a textbook. Seeing the big hand slapped by Rasheed Wallace, he deliberately adjusted the arc, and then went up to meet him, silently saying "100% hit bonus".

With a "snap", Zhao Ke's wrist became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the basketball escaped Rasheed Wallace's palm, drew a high parabola, and got into the net bag with a "shua".

The people who eat melons can see that Zhao Ke is looking for 3+1 on purpose, he deliberately puts his wrist up to let Rasheed Wallace slap him, this guy is so confident?
Rasheed Wallace yelled, "Again!"

"I'm using my left hand this time, and it's still in this position."

Zhao Ke was expressionless, pointing his fingers, as if it wasn't his wrist that was swollen.

Rasheed Wallace is going crazy, is this kid Larry Bird possessed?
The more stinky the mouth, the more the ball can be scored!

"Boy, pay attention, this time I'm going to slap you into the Pacific Ocean with the ball and others!" "Roaring Tianzun" burst into fury, foaming at the mouth, but it was useless.

Zhao Ke used the "Meteor" this time, stretching out his wrist more obviously for Rasheed Wallace to hit, and then throwing the ball crookedly in a state of loss of balance, but the ball still went in, hollow!
This time even the people who eat melons are not calm. It is the first time that it is the fairy ball, so what about this time?
It seems that the three 3+1s in the finals were not fooled?

"It's your turn to attack, I keep scoring goals and you have no chance."

Zhao Keyun handed over the ball calmly.

Rasheed Wallace gritted his teeth, the hero didn't suffer from the immediate loss, and walked beyond the three-point line with a dark face.

"I'm going to steal the first ball, so be careful."

Zhao Ke reminded with a faint smile.

When Rasheed Wallace heard the words, he immediately changed his strategy and hit back!

He was about to put his big butt against Zhao Ke and keep him away from the ball, but as soon as he turned around, the ball disappeared.

"Phantom" is still easy to use!
Rasheed Wallace didn't react, and neither did the melon-eaters on the sidelines. Zhao Ke had already run beyond the three-point line with the ball.

Zhao Ke continued to throw the ball to Rasheed Wallace, "This time, I block the shot."

Rasheed Wallace made a three-step layup. Zhao Ke moved out of the way and did not interfere with him, but in the last step, Rasheed Wallace's basketball was just shot, and was slapped away by Zhao Ke's volleyball-style cap.

Rasheed Wallace felt in a daze, what happened?
Is the current defender blocking the cap like this?

He stared blankly at Zhao Ke walking to the basket, stood still, and said with a cheap smile:
"For the last ball, you can dunk me, I still block the shot."

Rasheed Wallace felt that Zhao Ke must be crazy, so he subconsciously asked Zhao Ke:
"Are you sure you want to do this? I am 2 meters tall and weigh 08 pounds. You will get hurt!"

It seems that Zhao Ke's previous performance has won some of his respect, and this furious behemoth actually started to care about the life and death of his opponent!
Zhao Ke hit his chest with his fist: "Come on, end with a beautiful windmill!"

Rasheed Wallace licked his lips, "As you wish!"

Run up, take off, round your arms, big windmill!
"Snapped!"

Rasheed Wallace was knocked to the ground by Zhao Kegai with the ball.

The perverted system honored the rewards of the finals—"no-fly" was used one more time.The "Meteor x2" that Zhao Ke was looking forward to was in vain. The system probably wanted to create a defender who loves to block shots!
There was no sound in Madison Square Garden, and everyone stared at Zhao Ke with their mouths open.

No one has ever seen what God looks like.

God said, "Let there be light." Then there was light.

Everyone felt that if God really said so back then, then the way he said it was probably just like Zhao Ke said indifferently just now, "For the last ball, you can dunk me, I'll still block the shot."

Follow the law!
Master Zhao Ke, please accept our knees!
Rasheed Wallace lay under the basket blankly, everything that happened just now flashed in his mind over and over again.

A pair of hands appeared in front of his eyes, "Get up, I just made a joke with you, the bet doesn't count."

Rasheed Wallace grabbed Zhao Ke's hand, stood up slowly, and looked at Zhao Ke with complicated eyes.

"No, boss. The bet is the deal!"

"But I don't accept it! I'm not in good shape today, let's continue tomorrow!"

Rasheed Wallace walked out of the arena without looking back, and he had to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"Okay, continue tomorrow!"

Zhao Ke secretly smiled, "It's fine if you don't accept it, I have the skill package in my hand, and I will beat you until you are convinced!"

(End of this chapter)