Chapter 128 Brutal

   At this time, the ball was dead, and Barkley was replaced and went directly to the locker room.

   On the sidelines, Oakley's nose was sprayed with hemostatic medicine, but it couldn't stop, and a large ball of hemostatic cotton was stuffed into it, and he could only breathe with his mouth open.

   "The cartilage is broken and the nose is crooked. Hold on, I'll correct it for you," the team doctor said.

   "Go ahead, hurry up, I'm going to kill that kid." Oakley said in a stern voice.

  The team doctor got started, pinched his nose and twisted, and with a click, he straightened Oakley's crooked nose.

   "Give him a mask."

   The team doctor turned around and shouted at his assistant, and then stuffed several large **** of hemostatic cotton pads on Oakley's broken tooth, where the bleeding continued.

   But the game time is running out. When Oakley gets his injury done, the second quarter is just over.

  54:50, the Suns ended the first half with a 4-point lead.

After    Wang Tiejun missed a shot. In this quarter, he made 2 of 4 shots, 2 of 2 free throws, and scored 6 points, 3 rebounds, 1 assist, 1 block and 1 foul.

   The opposing Ewing made 3 of 5 shots with high efficiency, plus 1 of 2 free throws, and also scored 7 points and 2 rebounds.

   "Charles, how are you?" Wang Tiejun shouted as he pushed open the door of the locker room.

   "No big problem, Andrew and Aaron both said it's better to take a break, but I don't think so."

Barkley was soaking in the ice bucket when his left ankle was swollen. Fortunately, there was no redness and swelling, only a little pain. For safety, the fight was impossible, and he was a little frustrated: "I can actually continue to fight, but they won't let me. Let's take a shot at the game first."

   "Damn, I should have destroyed Oakley just now." Old Wang regretted.

   "Forget it, don't make things too big, after all, we're just playing ball, and I did it myself." Barkley said embarrassingly.

   "How did you do it yourself? Didn't Oakley do it?" Kevin Johnson asked suspiciously.

   "Just now I pretended to slip my foot in order to press Oakley, but I didn't expect my foot to be swollen." Buckley smiled wryly.

  “…”

  Everyone was speechless.

   Pharaoh persuaded earnestly: "Charles, brother, I think you are still suitable for being a good person, but your retribution is too fast for being a bad person."

   "Puchi, haha..." The locker room immediately burst into laughter.

  Barkley gave Pharaoh a punch and said with a smile: "I'm not here, Old K, the inside line will be handed over to you."

   "Don't worry, Charles, during your break, leave it to me on the inside, Kevin and Dan on the outside, we'll be fine."

   Old Wang patted his chest and assured.

   "I'm afraid you'll be smashed by Ewing," Barkley muttered.

   Old Wang shouted: "Then if I strengthen the confrontation, his efficiency will definitely decrease. I will fight this time."

This is actually nonsense. Now he has a heavy offensive task on the offensive end, not only defensive tasks when he played O'Neal for the first time, so he can defend with all his strength and consume O'Neal's physical fitness, thereby reducing his efficiency. Now his physical fitness Most of them are used for offense, and it is impossible to achieve that defensive effect.

  …

  In the home team's locker room, Oakley was lying on the massage table. He was punched by Pharaoh. Not only was the bridge of his nose broken, his teeth were knocked out, and his head was also a little dizzy.

   "Charles, are you alright?" Ewing asked aside.

   "It's okay, I'm fine."

  Oakley waved his hand, and suddenly said harshly: "We have to teach that kid a lesson in the second half and let him know that we are not easy to mess with."

   His voice was indistinct, but his tone was fierce and chilling.

   "Barkley may not be able to fight, we have a chance to win." Ewing said.

   "If Barkley can't fight, let's join forces to kill that kid." Oakley said fiercely.

  Ewing said hesitantly, "Double-team him?"

   He didn't want to be double-teamed. As one of the three supercenters, it was humiliating to double-team a rookie.

   You must know that Big Dream and Robinson would rather let Old K shoot 20+10 on the head than double-team him. If he is double-teamed, he will definitely be made fun of.

   "Don't hesitate, Patrick, we're going to teach that kid a lesson, so that he'll be scared when he sees us." Oakley sat up, staring at Ewing and shouting in a deep voice.

  Ewing was silent for a moment, then nodded.

   At this time Pat Riley said: "Patrick, Charles, I don't care what you want to do, give me control on the court, what I want is victory."

  Ewing and Oakley looked at each other, looked at Riley's gloomy face again, and nodded.

   After a fifteen-minute break, the third quarter begins.

  The two teams met in the player tunnel, and they both stared at each other. If the two teams were separated by security in the middle, they would have rushed up and started.

  The Suns take the lead.

   In the first ball, Dan Marley missed a pull-up jumper on the right wing, Oakley grabbed the rebounding backcourt rebound, and the Knicks attacked.

   Oakley singled out Jarrod Mustav on the right wing.

Barkley can't play, and the power forward is replaced by Jerrod Mustaf. He has no strength. He has to attack and no offense. Time, now on top of the main position, against Oakley, was completely unable to adapt, and was opened by Oakley with an elbow.

   "Sigh!"

   Elbows like the Postman to gain space and Oakley hits the ball.

   Although he has a strong defense, he doesn't have the ability to play low-post singles on the offensive end. He is more likely to pull out jumpers, focusing on mid-to-long shots. However, the opponent is too weak, and this ball is played quite easily.

  54:52, Sun attack.

  Wang Tiejun took a low position on the left wing and passed the ball from the top of the arc.

Oakley on the weak side had put Jarrod Mustaf two steps from the very beginning. At this time, he quickly helped defend the strong side. When Wang Tiejun received the ball, he had already helped defend in place and double-teamed from a position close to the bottom line. success.

  Wang Tiejun carried Ewing on his left elbow and raised his right hand high, with Oakley behind him, and the passing space to the weak side was blocked.

   But at this time, he didn't care about it at all, and didn't give Ewing and the two a chance to grab the ball. After catching the ball, he jumped sideways with one foot, hooked his right hand to the basket, and the ball flew to the basket in a parabola.

  Ewing jumped, the height difference of the cover was too much, and there was not a single hair cap.

   Oakley, who was at the back, put an elbow on Pharaoh's back, but it was a little late. When he was in the middle of the elbow, Pharaoh's ball had already been shot.

   "A shot in a double team, can you hit it?"

   Colangelo on the sideline, head coach Westphal, and Barkley in the locker room are all staring at the ball flying to the basket at this moment.

   "Sigh!"

   With the refreshing sound of brushing the basket, the Suns' bench boiled.

   "Great!" Barkley cheered from the locker room.

   Shots from close-range double teams are rare for Wang Tiejun, which means that he will have a greater threat in the low post.

  Wang Tiejun clenched his fists excitedly and ran to the backcourt.

   The Knicks attacked, Ewing caught the ball and hit the back and forced a slip. This time Pharaoh responded quickly and completed the defense in time. The former could only force a shot and missed.

  Oakley grabbed the rebound, adjusted his foot, and made a layup.

  Pharaoh rushed up in one step, and flew down with a slap.

"Snapped!"

  The big **** hat, the ball was directly fanned out of the field, and the hand hit Oakley in the face again. The transparent mask on the latter's face was knocked off, and the person was directly smashed to the ground.

   "Damn!"

   Ewing, who was behind him, cursed angrily and was about to rush up, but was blocked by the linesman below.

  Oakley fell into a daze and was about to get up to fight when the referee rushed up to block it.

   "Don't move, dare to make trouble, there is only one end." The referee warned sternly.

   "Fark Oil!"

   Oakley stared fiercely at Pharaoh and cursed.

   "Fake oil your ancestors! The trash behind the elbows!" Old Wang spouted back.

  Oakley was shaking with rage. Damn, I didn't have any strength at all with that elbow behind my back.

   He wanted to do it regardless, but if the head coach Pat Riley wanted to win the game, he didn't dare to mess around.

  The game continues, the Knicks serve from the sideline, and there are 6 seconds left to attack.

   On the right wing, John Starks borrowed Oakley's pick-and-roll for a three-pointer, but failed to hit. Wang Tiejun stuck Ewing outside to protect the backcourt rebound and the Suns attacked.

   "Kevin!"

  Barkley was not there, and Wang Tiejun picked up the low attack flag without hesitation. As soon as he reached the low position on the left wing, he directly asked for the ball at the top of the arc.

  Kevin Johnson made a pull gesture and passed the ball down.

   On the right flank, Mustav also pulled away, but Oakley didn't care about him at all, and rushed directly to Wang Tiejun's side.

"Snapped!"

  Wang Tiejun carried Ewing with his left hand and received the ball with his right hand.

  Ewing defended with a half-step defense, with his left hand on Wang Tiejun's waist and his right hand raised, which could not only block the block, but also block the possibility of the latter slipping to the bottom.

"boom!"

   But after Wang Tiejun caught the ball, between dribblings, the bear step started, his left foot went into the paint area, and the moment he approached Ewing, Tieshan broke out with all his strength.

   "Boom!"

"Uh!"

Amidst the heavy impact of    muscles, Ewing groaned and was knocked over.

"Oh!"

   Madison Square Garden made a huge exclamation.

   "Damn!"

When   Oakley saw it, he hurriedly rushed towards him.

  Ewing is getting up, and Knicks small forward Charles Smith is rushing over. As long as Wang Tiejun stops, the three-team double team will be formed in less than a second.

At this moment, on the second dribble, Wang Tiejun continued to walk towards Oakley, and a Tieshan was sent out. The latter was knocked over without any resistance under the strong reaction force. Taking a small step, he flew directly over Oakley's head.

   "Damn it!"

   was about to suffer the humiliation of his crotch, Oakley's eyes were splitting, and he grabbed his hands suddenly, and after half a beat, Wang Tiejun flew over.

"boom!"

With   's hands clasped together, Madison Square Garden was instantly dead silent, and the loud noise disappeared.

"yeah!"

  The Suns' bench was instantly boiling.

   "Damn rookie!"

  The furious Oakley rolled over and got up, rushing towards Wang Tiejun.

   "Go away! Come up again and I'll **** you."

  Wang Tiejun stretched out his right arm and put his big hand on Oakley's forehead. The latter punched him in the air. He stepped forward and slammed out with one hand. Oakley, who was only 102kg, fell down again.

   "Stop!"

   At this moment, the referee stepped in, pushed Wang Tiejun away, and shouted sharply at Oakley who got up, "No. 34, do you want to be punished?"

   This is already the home scene given by the referee. Oakley punched his opponent in front of him. Although he missed it, it was completely okay to give a technical offense.

   "Shet!"

   glared at Pharaoh, and Oakley turned away angrily.

   Next, the actions of the two sides became more rude, and the referee called several defensive fouls in a row, but he couldn't hold back.

  Two minutes later, Wang Tiejun got the ball under the basket and was surrounded by Ewing and Oakley. Small forward Smith also rushed over.

   "Boom!"

  Ewing secretly attacked and stabbed him in the left abdomen.

   "Boom!"

  Oakley struck at the same time, and the tip of his elbow slammed into his right eyebrow, which immediately opened blood.

   "Open it for me!"

  bang bang twice, the blood-splattered Wang Tiejun was like a trapped beast, and two ferocious Tieshan hits in a row, Ewing and Oakley staggered back one after another.

   The next moment, he was about to get up when someone jumped on his back, as if a mountain was suddenly pressed down on his body.

"ah!"

  The maddening and burning **** nature could not be suppressed, and the arrogant absolute power broke out desperately. Wang Tiejun forcibly took off with Smith, who was 104 kilograms, and jumped about a foot high. He held the ball in both hands and smashed the ball into the basket frantically.

   "Di!"

   The referee's whistle sounded.

"boom!"

   With the extremely heavy sound of smashing the basket, the entire backboard burst instantly, and the huge basket sank violently and sank to the bottom.

   After adding 100 kilograms of force, even the updated basket could not withstand the violent pull and collapsed.

"what?"

  Ewing and Oakley were stunned. Under the siege of three people, their basket was knocked down by a **** rookie, which caused a huge psychological blow to them, and they could not accept it for a while.

"Oh!"

   Madison Square Garden resounded with the loudest exclamation of the night, and then the audience fell into a dead silence. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Tiejun, with shock in their eyes.

"boom!"

After smashing the basket, Wang Tiejun didn't give up. At this time, he was like a mad tiger. He stepped on the basket, exerted force with both hands, and pulled violently, finally pulling the basket abruptly. down.

   "Ow!"

   Raised the basket violently, looking down at the audience with fierce eyes, panting like a cow, he raised his head and roared, showing boundless brutality.

   "Old K, the brutal basket collector, congratulations, you are the first person to take off the Madison Square Garden basket on the road, and you will definitely be recorded in the history of this basketball holy land."

   In the ESPN live broadcast booth, Winston Rollins roared with excitement.

Carter Oldman is also roaring wildly: "The restricted area sweeper, the old K's self-titled restricted area sweeper, he lived up to this nickname, he completely humiliated the Knicks, he completely humiliated the super center Ewing and the top defensive giant Oakley. , he is trampling on the honor of the Knicks, he has trampled the iron and blood division of the New York gang under his feet..."

   The on-site commentator kept shaking his head, unable to utter a word.

   Courtside, Knicks No. 1 fan Spike Lee was completely stunned, sitting in his seat like a puppet.

   Pat Riley also froze on the sidelines, and his hands were no longer in his trouser pockets, staring at Wang Tiejun on the field in a daze.

   "Brother, you are the best!"

  In the locker room, Barkley jumped up from the ice bucket, and in excitement, he kicked the ice bucket again.

"Snapped!"

   I pushed too hard and sat down on the floor.

   But he got up and didn't even wear shoes, he pulled his feet and ran out of the locker room.

  The game was forced to be suspended.

   Pharaoh, who was still breathing, was blocked by Oakley and Ewing, and other Knicks players rushed up, their eyes fixed on the basket in his hand.

   "Put it down or you won't be here tonight." Oakley gritted his teeth.

  The players of the Suns also rushed up immediately and stood behind Wang Tiejun.

"Ha ha!"

  Wang Tiejun raised his hand and glanced at the basket, staring at Oakley with fierce eyes, but said lightly, "Who is it to scare? If you want it, you will trade your life for it."

"what?"

  Oakley's eyes narrowed, looking at Wang Tiejun's face that was completely red with blood, his fierce eyes like a tiger, his determination was like an avalanche, quickly disintegrating.

   In the final analysis, he is just playing a ball, and it is absolutely impossible to say that he will use his life to change the basket.

   "Good dog out of the way, get out of my way!"

  Wang Tiejun shouted, stepped forward, shoved Oakley away with a shove, and without hesitation, slammed into the five Knicks players without hesitation.

   The other four Suns players followed suit, and the five players were so strong that the resoluteness of Oakley and the others collapsed.

   "If you want to get started, hurry up, our Suns will always be there for you!"

With   's stern roar, Wang Tiejun smashed all the Knicks players, passed through the Knicks five with four teammates, and walked proudly to the Suns' bench.

   "Oh **** ho..."

   On the Suns bench, a bunch of bench players waved white towels and rushed out to greet them with strange screams.

   "Brothers, here I come!"

   At this time, Barkley rushed out of the tunnel with bare feet, which was to fight.

  Oakley, who was knocked away, turned around and looked at Wang Tiejun's majestic back fiercely. Even when his courage was lost, he couldn't make up his mind to start work. The degree of violence of the other party made him too afraid.

"Ugh!"

   Nearly 20,000 Knicks fans looked at the arrogant and domineering Wang Tiejun and could only sigh.

   This time, no matter how embarrassed they were, they didn't boo.

   It's not that they want to see the Knicks lose face, it's just that the opponent is a little too fierce.

   At this moment, countless fans in the United States who watched the game remembered a **** Chinese face, and they remembered it deeply.

"hurry up!"

   On the sidelines, Colangelo greeted him repeatedly, motioning for Andrew John and Aaron Nelson to stop the bleeding and suture Wang Tiejun.

"boom!"

   threw the basket on the seat, and he pressed his **** on it.

   "Old K, water."

   Oliver Miller respectfully handed over a bottle of water,

   nodded, he took it, the water bottle looked very small in his hand, he unscrewed the bottle cap and put it upright in his mouth, squeezed lightly with his big hand, and the bottle of water was gone.

  Oliver hurriedly handed over another bottle of water, which had already been unscrewed, he took it and squeezed it vertically, and it was gone.

   In this outbreak just now, his physical energy consumption was extremely large, as if all his physical energy reserves were blown up in an instant, and now he has a feeling of physical weakness, and his body is empty.

  Andrew John and Aaron Nelson began to treat his injuries, first wiping the blood on his face, cleaning and disinfecting him before stitching the wound.

   A two-centimeter-long hole was opened on his right eyebrow, and blood was still pouring out.

   (end of this chapter)