You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 246 The Devil Wings Soar High
"Long time no see, Chris, I heard that you changed your boyfriend again, is it true?"

Barkley's words made Christine Laettner change color. There have been rumors that Laettner is gay, but it has not been confirmed.

"Chuck, focus on the game!"

Leitner said coldly.Suddenly, Mutombo, who was as tall as a mountain, lifted up and blocked Barkley from behind. Laettner turned and slipped into the basket. Blalock, who was at the top of the arc, made a straight pass through the defense line and accurately put it in place.

Laettner scored from the basket.

2 is better than 2
"That's the offense we need," Brook said, "reasonable and unselfish."

Pettit observed carefully with his eyes wide open. He was indeed not a professional guest, and he didn't know when to speak. He might even regard himself as a fan.

The current game, and the game of his era, can almost be said to be two sports.

It is difficult for current fans to imagine that a white power forward with a height of 206 cm can be a member of the best team for ten consecutive years through hard work, and even scored a terrifying career average of 26.1 points per game.

"Their defense is full of flaws!" Eagle King said suddenly, "We should concentrate on attacking their penalty area."

The combination of Thorpe and Barkley can widen the space on the offensive end. Both of them have shooting ability, but not on the defensive end.

On the whole, Ratliff is the better choice, but Collins is more willing to believe in the so-called veteran experience.

If you really value experience so much, the starting lineup for the Pistons should be Kenny Smith, Dumars, Michael Curry, Mahon, and Thorpe.

Of these five people, four have championship experience, how awesome are they?
Just a bit old.

"Give it to me!" Barkley yelled.

Mo Mengchen stood still. Since the last conversation, Barkley seldom played in such a strong position. Looking at Laettner behind him, he handed over the ball.

Laettner was also Barkley's younger brother in the Dream Team. If the opponent was him, it should be fine.

Although they have both been in the Dream Team, the friendship between Laettner and Barkley is not good, as can be seen from the latter's face-to-face greeting.

At this moment, amidst the cheers of the audience, Laettner put all his strength against Barkley.

Barkley is afraid of Mutombo's help defense, but the help defense has not come up, and he is about to violate the back, so he can only shoot.

"boom!"

"Sir Charles, haven't you eaten?"

The little brother who used to stand on the back of the horse in front of Fliggy now dares to challenge, and Barkley has to try his best to fight back when he is angry.

The Pistons retreated quickly, and the Eagles couldn't play fast if they wanted to. Moreover, they didn't want to play fast with the Pistons.

The opponent is an anti-era running and bombing team, and fighting against them is courting death.

Mutombo shouted and pressed Thorpe strongly.

"Yes, that's what it is. There's no defense in his penalty area." Pettit's game thinking may not keep up with the trend, but his point of view can be said to hit the nail on the head.

Blaylock did not confront Mo Mengchen and passed the ball.

Mutombo VS Thorpe.

Mo Mengchen looked back, and although the technology of the African mountains was rough, it wasn't that they couldn't do anything.The one-handed zombie hook is famous all over the world, and it is no problem to play the 4th position like Thorpe.

"Shh!"

Dikembe Mutombo scored again, with a loud roar, his ink-like black elbows lit up, showing how hard Thorpe was trying to defend him just now.

"Detroit's inside line was scored twice. Is this Atlanta's strategy?"

"Nice strategy, starting on the inside, very retro."

Barkley looked wary.

"Chuck, do you remember what I told you?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley serves: "I know, I won't get carried away."

"very good."

After halftime, Mo Mengchen's biggest problem now is not who to use inside, because no matter who they replace, they can't compete with the Eagles in terms of height.

Even Ratliff and Ben Wallace can't resist Mutombo's post-up.

They lack a full-size big man.

Lauderdale?

Mo Mengchen took a look at the Chicago Giants. He has height and is of no use.

"Come on, Mo, I really underestimated you, your strength has improved obviously." Braylock chuckled lightly.

Make peace?

Sorry, not interested.

"Mo!"

Hill stepped forward to pick and roll.

Mo Mengchen's opponent was replaced by the stronger Tyrone Corbin. He had no intention of beating his opponent forcefully, because his opponent was replaced by this one, which also meant that Hill's opponent was replaced by Blaylock.

Devil Mountain received the ball and faced Blaylock, even if the opponent was a well-known defensive champion, he was fearless.

Only the game matters at the moment.

Hill threw everything away and exploded with power at his feet. What is the injury?None of this stopped him from going forward.

No matter how tough Blalock's defense is, he can only let Devil Mountain invade the penalty area at this moment.

Dikembe Mutombo and Laettner turned into mountains at this moment, and simultaneously lifted into the air to stop Hill.

Devil Mountain roared loudly, he wanted to set the tone for the whole team.

"BOOM~!"

With a bang, in front of more than 3 spectators, Hill dunked and scored on the 216-centimeter African mountain and the 211-centimeter Leitner.

"Good job!"

Collins yelled.

Hill landed and glanced at Laettner: "Chris, it's a pity that I'm going to beat you today."

Leitner pursed his lips and remained silent.

"This guy is a little arrogant."

Dikembe Mutombo from Africa likes to stick his elbows when he sees injustice.

Injustices on the court include teammates being bullied and opponents dunking on his head. Once this happens, he is bound to show his elbow to warn.

Blaylock was supposed to be the team's breakthrough, but Mo Mengchen's evolution surpassed imagination.

Just looking at his size, Blaylock couldn't imagine that he could have such great strength.

Even the traverse speed.
"hateful!"

Blaylock wanted to retreat, but Mo Mengchen came straight up.

Confrontation, harassment, extremely hateful prejudgment.

"My goodness!"

Compared to Braylock, Mo Mengchen's teammates were more shocked.

"Is that man really Dad?"

"He's holding that bastard Mookie Blaylock out of the three-point line!"

The tough defense ignited the fighting spirit of the whole team.

If even Mo Mengchen could defend like this, why wouldn't they work hard?

Until now, the whole team still thinks that Mo Mengchen's defense is not good.

Mutombo saw that something was wrong and wanted to get stuck, so he turned around and gave Thorpe a clear elbow.

Furious, Thorpe caught up angrily and gave Mutombo a response from behind.

"Beep!"

whistle.

Old Thorpe glared at the referee angrily: "Sir, isn't this a reasonable confrontation?"

"Elbows are never a confrontation," the referee said coldly.

Thorpe laughed angrily, and Barkley pulled him away.

"Don't get angry with him, we beat us."

The ghost knows what Barkley went through, and he became the one who tried to persuade the fight.

"Hoohoo."

Blaylock gasped, not knowing what to do, he wanted to tear Mo Mengchen's defense apart more than anyone else, but he didn't dare to swing his elbow like his teammates.

"Mucci, I didn't expect you to play more gracefully than ever on such a critical stage."

Mo Mengchen provoked.

"If you don't attack me, I will definitely prevent you to death." Mo Mengchen whispered.

Blaylock was extremely bored. In the previous match against the Pistons, although he was not an absolute advantage against Mo Mengchen, he had never been at a disadvantage.

This start tonight made him very depressed, and the fans didn't understand.

Mo Mengchen's defense was so bad that even the fans talked about it. Before the game started, many people thought that Braylock could beat Mo Mengchen.

The result was completely different from what they imagined.

Not only did Mo Mengchen stick to his position, he also brought extraordinary defensive pressure to Blaylock like a defensive elite like Jordan Pippen.

Without a little preparation before the game, and without the slightest worry, the terrible defensive intensity appeared.

This is the result of Mo Mengchen suppressing the whole season.

He could have done better defensively, but he didn't.

Blaylock was completely dumbfounded.

"My God~~~!"

"Offensive violation!"

"What did we see? Dor.Mo locked down Mookie Blalock!"

Hill and Houston opened their mouths.

"Now you can't say that your three-pointer is better than his defense?"

CIC Wang said in Devil Mountain's ear.

Devil Mountain's face was like constipation: "What kind of monster is this guy? Why all of a sudden."

In fact, it was not all of a sudden. Hill always felt that Mo Mengchen's defense could be better, because his defense was not weak in the team match, but in the official game, he was like a stake. Whoever explodes, only at certain moments, he will show amazing defense.

Until now, Hill was sure of one thing.

"This guy has been hiding." Hill muttered.

Attack together, two pick and roll.

But in an instant, Hill cut inside, and Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball in a straight line, watching his path and throwing the ball into the sky.

Devil Mountain jumped up on one foot and got carried away with the ball. This kind of momentum is unimaginable.

Mutombo was outside the restricted area, and the man who came to stop him was Duke alumnus Laettner.

The two have fought side by side, and now both have achieved results in the NBA.

But at this moment, alumni love is like plastic, which is insignificant.

Hill yelled, knocked Laettner past Laettner, and scored the best shot of his playoff career so far.

"Beep!"

"The African left the penalty area, and it was like a tiger falling into the ground. Grant Hill's amazing dunk!"

Hill's hands were on the rim, and he looked down at Laettner, who fell to the ground, without any emotion in his eyes.

When he landed, Barkley shoved him hard on Thorpe from behind, jolting him out of his "who else?"

"Come on, there are still free throws." Barkley said.

Hill responded and walked slowly onto the stage.

As for Mo Mengchen who sent Hill a strike, he stood on the outside line like a shadow, waiting for him to make a free throw.

Georgia Dome fell silent.

This opponent is very strong.

This is the feeling in all of them.

　Thank you Colorful Sky for your reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)