The toughest man in the NBA

Chapter 149 Brothers, shoot at me!
The Suns players felt a strong sense of powerlessness. This is not the three-point contest of the All-Star Weekend, this is the playoffs!

This sucks!
Terry's three-pointer, like a thermobaric bomb, exploded in the hearts of the sun crowd, and even his breathing became stagnant...

Like this kind of shooting machine, with a 100% hit rate, how do you defend?
Check out the score:

6:28
How is this played?
Dragic looked frustrated and drooped his head.

Tu Man suddenly laughed, clapped his hands, and went crazy.

The other nine people on the field looked over in surprise.

What, scared to laugh?

Tu Man pointed at his teammates, his eyes flickering:
"Quails, are you scared? There are still 40 minutes to play, and I still have [-] points to score. Don't bury your head in your crotch and pass the ball to me!"

The teammates were still stunned, and Dragic was full of remorse. If he hadn't been intercepted by Kidd, how could there be such a three-pointer, and how could the team fall behind by [-] points...

Tu Man became furious for a while, and roared:
"The heads are on your necks, I can't control it. But in the next round, whoever throws the ball over, I will definitely beat you so hard that you can't lift your heads. Do you understand?"

Dragic shuddered, buried his head and ran to serve.

Seeing the internal strife in the sun, the Mavericks players all had amused faces. They couldn't beat the ball, but they still wanted to engage in internal strife. It was unreasonable not to win this game.

The Suns launched an attack, and Richardson and Dudley followed to avoid Kidd's press.

The three communicated with each other and advanced quickly.

Kidd retreated directly to the backcourt, watching the play with his hips akimbo.

Tu Man responded at the top of the arc, and Dragic threw the ball directly after halftime.

Kidd rushed over to force him, but Tu Man turned around and gave him his ass.

Dribble straight down, facing Nowitzki's interception, take a step horizontally, and pass by in a flash.

Chandler under the basket has rushed over.

Tu Man didn't move forward anymore, picked up the basketball, stepped into the paint area with two big strides, stopped his feet, and held the basketball high in his right hand, soaring into the sky like a golden eagle!

Seeing this, Chandler stopped and put his hands back.

Come on, come on, try hitting me again?
Tu Man in the air suddenly twisted his body, and the Shenlong swung its tail, gliding past Chandler's shoulder, aimed at the basket, and slashed down!
"boom……"

Net flowers splashed and baskets swayed.

Tu Man slid down, caught his footsteps, turned around and roared:

"Brothers, shoot at me!"

Gentry's brows stretched out, and he murmured:

"Yes, there are still fights this time..."

The Mavericks attacked, and Tu Man stood at the free throw line, entangled with Nowitzki, and pointed at his teammates and yelled:

"Golan, stab that old man in Jason's asshole! Jared, go dig out his eyes! And Jason, what are you doing with your elbows on the horse, piss him off, that's right..."

The referee's eyelids twitched. Are you here to play ball or fight?
stepped forward, and warned him:

"Boy, watch your wording!"

Tu Man turned his head and smiled:
"Don't worry about it, I'm just joking, to cheer up my teammates, don't you think Jason Kidd's asshole is fine..."

The referee glared at him, I believed your evil!
The Sun's defensive strength suddenly doubled, and the Mavericks felt a little uncomfortable and poured the ball a few times, but Kidd still chose to let Terry bomb.

Just as the Jets held the ball, Tu Man's cry came:

"Jared, hammer his balls! Don't hesitate to kneel him, that Hundan slept in your underwear last night..."

Although Terry could see clearly that Jared Dudley didn't move, his testicles should be safe, but Tu Man's words still distracted him.

The arc of the ball is extremely high, but his jump is a bit awkward——

I subconsciously pinched my legs!
"Boom!"

The Mavericks scored their first strike since the opening game. Tuman jumped from the free throw line, passed Chandler and Robin who were entangled, and grabbed the defensive rebound.

Throw it to Dragic casually, turn around and leave.

Kidd rushed over!

So fast?
Dragic didn't dare to delay, swung the basketball with one hand, brushed Kidd's bald head, and flew forward with a strong wind.

Tu Man crossed the half court, the basketball flew over his head and hit the backboard.

With a burst of shouting in his mouth, he rushed forward in three or two steps.

Grab the bouncing backboard, step into the free throw line, then take off and glide!

"boom!"

Tu Man grabbed the basket with both hands and swung it all the way to the backboard. The basket fell straight down, and the basket groaned in pain...

10:28
Tu Man jumped down, turned around and shouted angrily:
"Did you see it? Did you see it? Detain them! Give me fifty, I want to destroy Dallas, completely destroy it!"

Tu Man clenched his fists tightly, muscles all over his body were coiled, and his hair stood up like a war halberd.

At this moment, his voice was like thunder, and his appearance was like a madman...

The cold blood of the teammates rushed out.

Richardson exclaimed:
"Damn it, people are dead and birds are in the sky, and they can't die for thousands of years! Come on, brothers!"

The sun is alive!
Although their perimeter defense is still chaotic, everyone puts all their energy into feeding them, clenching their teeth and chasing after them, and if they can't catch up, they will foul!

On the offensive end, Tu Man still played alone.

But the teammates all started to move, cover for him, help him catch the ball, there is really no space, even hand to hand, they have to send the ball over...

There were roaring sounds on the court one after another, and the Dallas Mavericks were facing a pack of wolves, a pack of wolves biting wildly under the leadership of the head wolf!
The situation turned sharply, and Rick Carlisle was not tough.

After only playing for 1 minute, he removed the starting five tigers and left the full bench lineup to bear the wrath of Tu Man.

Surprisingly, Tu Man didn't knock down the calf with a single punch.

The Mavericks' bench lineup is quite stable, led by Jose Barea and Deshaun Stevenson. They played extremely tenaciously, fighting for every ball, not seeking merit, but seeking nothing.

The two sides played more and more slowly. The Mavericks were pressing the rhythm and did not shoot in less than 24 seconds.

On the Suns side, they were completely targeted tactically by their opponents. They had to press the whole court in every round. Whoever held the ball double-teamed who could make a shot, but tried to pass the ball to Tuman?

Don't even think about it!
Dragic has speed, but Barea is faster and more ruthless than him!

It is really a disaster for Tuman to play singles. Under the mad bite of the Mavericks, it usually takes less than 20 seconds for Tuman to catch the ball...

Judging from the layout of this section, Rick Carlisle really did his homework, he is much better than Monty Williams!
Four people out to double-team Tuman?
If you have that spare time, wouldn't it be good to cut off the Sun's passing line directly from the source?

The academic master always kills people invisible.

Gentry is still too tender.

It was not easy to catch the ball, and Tu Man became more and more angry.

Every attack must be dunked, and every dunk must be roared.

If you don't yell, the blood surging all over your body may spurt out!
At the end of the first quarter, the score was:

16:36
(End of this chapter)