Just when Bowen was struggling, Duke moved.

He wouldn't just stand there and wait for Bowen's answer.

With just a simple acceleration, Duke passed Bowen, who is good at defense.

By the time he reacted, the defender in front of Duke had become Duncan.

Duncan was also very tired, not physically tired, but a burst of weakness in his heart.

The offense depends on me, the defense depends on me, can't you fight for a little bit?

But as a master of psychology, he controlled his expression very well. No matter how much dissatisfaction he felt in his heart, he was still expressionless at this time.

Duke is still very afraid of Duncan. He just broke through, and the opponent has already defended him. It seems that the opponent has learned the experience in the last round.

This defensive awareness deserves to be a figure in the best defensive team.

Instead of blindly choosing and being tough with Duncan, Duke chose a more reasonable offensive method, hitting Duncan behind him with a hit.

A black shadow flashed past, received Duke's comfortable pass, then soared into the air, straightened his arms, and raged towards the basket.

"Dunk!"

It is the UAE that cuts in from the weak side.

Rao is how indestructible Duncan's defense is. Facing the Knicks' front and back pincers, at this time it is difficult to beat four punches with two hands.

Duncan didn't show any annoyance, and still looked calm, but he glanced at Bowen meaningfully, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

Bowen's heart trembled, knowing that the other party was dissatisfied with his distraction just now.

Popovich on the sidelines didn't notice the exchange between the two. At this moment, he was frowning, thinking about how to limit Duke's performance.

"Has one-handed shooting, fast speed, good at breaking through, and has a wide vision. If he is given another two years, he will be an enhanced version of Nash."

Popovich felt very difficult for Duke. If this kind of player grows up, it will be a nightmare for opponents.

He couldn't help but envy D'Antoni, what kind of shit luck did this guy have to be able to choose a player with such potential.

Although he was feeling emotional in his heart, Popovich was not indifferent because of his admiration for Duke. He stepped forward and shouted:

"Bruce, what are you doing, give me a good defense!"

Bowen can only bite the bullet and say yes.

The Spurs' offensive round.

Mason came over with the ball, still pressing the time, and there was a burst of conduction. This time it was not Duncan who made the shot.

After Duncan drew the double-team, the ball went to Mason on the weak side.

Mason made a three-pointer.

"Bang!"

The Spurs' role players really aren't good.

Ah Lian grabbed the rebound and subconsciously scanned Duke's position.

good chance!

At this moment, Bowen was the only one beside Duke. Because Mason slipped to the other side to shoot, he hadn't come over to form a pincer attack on Duke with Bowen.

Duke turned his back to Bowen, blocked his interference with his body, and calmly received the pass from the UAE.

Then the legs exert strength, ready to accelerate to a hundred meters.

Bowen, who was behind him, saw that Duke had received the ball, and knew that conventional means could no longer stop him from sprinting, and he could only resort to foul means.

But how could Bowen's foul be an ordinary foul.

I saw him grabbing Duke's jersey with one hand, and with the other hand under the cover of the jersey, he quietly stretched towards Duke's waist, twisted a piece of meat, and then spun around twice violently.

A tingling pain came from his waist, which instantly stimulated Duke's nerves.

"Bowen, that bastard, really dares to attack me! He's walking on the verge of death!"

Naturally, Duke will not be the one who suffers. If Bowen is not given a hard blow, it is estimated that he will get worse.

He swung his left hand forward, then put all his strength into it, and finally swung back suddenly, hitting Bowen's chest hard with his elbow.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, as if two cars had collided, except that Duke was more like a heavy truck that remained motionless, while Bowen's car flew out and slid four meters on the floor.

Bowen felt like he was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood, and the pain in his chest made him think he had a heart attack and was dying soon.

"Damn this guy really dares to do it!"

At this time, his heart was full of remorse, and he knew that he had met a ruthless person this time.

At the same time, I was very thankful that I didn't step on Duke, who knows if the other party would kill me after stepping on.

"drop!"

"drop!"

The urgent whistle sounded, and the three referees almost lost their wits when they saw this scene, and hurried forward to separate the two.

Players from both sides also quickly surrounded them, and began to push and shoved, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Some Spurs players looked excited, pointing at the Knicks players and yelling, the Knicks did not show any weakness, and turned back.

Duke, the troublemaker, stood on the side with his hands folded calmly, and the surrounding area was a vacuum. Not a single Spurs player came forward to help Bowen get justice. Obviously, they also knew Duke's cruelty.

Soon there were peacemakers on both sides, and Duncan and Marion, the two old fritters, appeased their teammates back.

Seeing that the conflict was stopped, the three referees hurried to the technical platform to check the playback video.

A conflict that was about to break out became invisible.

It makes Barkley, who is afraid of chaos in the world, feel very sorry.

"fxxk, there was no fight, I thought I was going to enjoy a yellow-black battle!"

"Tim and Sean are both experienced veteran players, and they know what to do at this time. If this game is fought, it will cause a big blow to the league."

Smith also joined the conversation, implying something in the words.

"But the result is good, isn't it? Duke's attack was at most a flagrant foul, not a fight."

Barkley also seemed to understand what Smith meant, knowing that what he said just now was inappropriate, after all, he was still in the live broadcast.

At this time, the big screen above the arena played the playback video just now, and Barkley also used this to change the subject.

"Let's look at what happened just now. Oh, from this angle, it can be seen that Bowen attacked Duke's waist first, and then Duke directly elbowed Bowen."

"Zuzuzuzuzuzu, Duke's elbow is so powerful, it smells like Malone."

"Now Bowen has to suffer, but he deserves it!"

Barkley's last sentence deserved it also resonated with many fans in the live broadcast room.

"Bowen, this rubbish, should have gotten out of the league a long time ago. How many stars have been ruined by him."

"Bowen fxxk! Give me back my Carter, give me back my slam dunk king."

"Since Carter was stepped on by Bowen, dunks have become rare."

"Iverson, Francis, Nash, and Nowitzki have all been fucked by Bowen."

"Duke's elbow is too relieved, I will never black Duke again, from black to fan."

..................

This is a rare time in the live broadcast room, and everyone turned their finger on Bowen.

At the same time, the three referees also discussed the result of the penalty.

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