"boom!"

  The violent basket explosion sounded.

"what!"

   O'Neal's roar of shame and anger also sounded, and the huge body was ridden by Lao Wang on his crotch, and then fell to the basket.

   "..."

   Countless fans at the scene felt their scalps tingling at this moment, as if a giant dragon was about to rush out of their throats, and in the next moment, they opened their mouths.

   "Boom!"

   A huge shout sounded suddenly, like a flood breaking out of an embankment, sweeping across the entire American West Arena, and then together with the shouts and cheers of the entire Phoenix, they merged into a monstrous torrent that overturned the world.

   "Boom!"

  Similarly, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, on Fengshen Street, the open-air stadium of the 57th Brigade, countless cheers were bursting into the sky.

   "Ah **** ho **** ho ho..."

   "Ride buckle! Old K rides the big shark O'Neill! The big shark that provoked the conqueror Caesar surrendered to the old K's crotch. He became a complete loser, just an embellishment of the giant K era..."

  Mexican Stadium, like countless fans, the two on-site commentary seats got up from their seats with great excitement, roaring with all their might.

  In the TNT commentary seat, when Wang Tiejun flew in the air and spread his legs, Barkley's eyes widened, and he got up from his seat, and the next moment, he roared excitedly:

"The dunk! The old K dunked the big shark O'Neal! He dunked another giant beast! He announced to the world that in the NBA, in this era, everyone must submit to his feet, no one can be an exception, and Including another behemoth..."

   "What about O'Neill? What will he do? What can he do? What does he want to do?" Kenny Smith asked excitedly.

Immediately Buckley answered him, roaring: "Either he will fall down and submit to the old K's feet, or he will be stimulated, strengthen his will, continue to challenge the old K, and then be conquered again, and even once again Was buckled."

  Kenny Smith was stunned, and burst out laughing.

   "It's too strong! Old K is too strong!" Su Qun shouted excitedly in the CCTV commentary booth.

   "Haha, this is the result of single-handedly challenging Tiejun, haha..." Zhang Reasonable laughed excitedly.

   "..."

  On the field, seeing this scene, Kobe was already stunned, and his whole body was cold. Will the big shark, who was severely humiliated by the old K, have the courage to challenge the old K? Is there hope for this game? If O'Neill fails, who will he turn to to help him defeat Old K?

  Under the basket, Pharaoh looked down at O'Neal at his feet, with a smile on his face.

   Ferocious!

  Seeing the smile on Old K's face, O'Neill only had this feeling. Thinking of the severe humiliation just now, he couldn't help closing his eyes in pain.

  "Mr. O'Neill, do you know? Your challenge to me is to say to me: Old K, come and surrender me, I can't wait to surrender you, haha..."

  Old Wang spat out a trash talk, which made O'Neill tremble all over, laughed a few times, and then turned his head to look at the media seats at the bottom line.

   "Kacha Kacha..."

  The cameras in the media booth kept flickering, and when they saw the sight of Old K, the reporters suddenly became excited, and rushed towards this side with long guns and short guns.

  A team of cheerleaders from the Suns also screamed excitedly, while doing a leg-raising dance move towards Lao Wang.

   "Conqueror! I like this nickname. From now on, this will be my nickname!" Lao Wang yelled at all the reporters, and then turned around to celebrate with his teammates.

  The game was interrupted. While O'Neal was dunked, there was also a blocking foul. Lao Wang wanted to add a free throw. Before the free throw, the Lakers called a timeout and O'Neal was replaced.

  As soon as he sat down, O'Neill immediately covered his head with a white towel, as if wiping sweat. In fact, the moment he put the towel on, tears of humiliation burst out of his eyes.

   "Hohohoho..."

  The panting sound suddenly became more intense, and under the white towel, it was like hiding a beast that might explode at any time.

  In the noisy American West Arena, the momentum at home is already in full swing. On the bench of the visiting team, the momentum of the Lakers is like a dying dog, which may die at any time.

"Shaq, cheer up, it's just a dunk. You dunked him just now. You can still do it like you did just now. I believe you can, you can. With your current dominance at the basket, you can completely Force him under the basket, even give him a dunk, I will let Kobe feed you the ball. Kobe, can you do it?"

  Phil Jackson is playing his best ability to do psychological work for O'Neill to prevent O'Neill from breaking down.

  If O'Neill collapses now and meets old K in the future, he will habitually collapse, and his OK combination will be over.

   "Shaq, I'll pass you the ball." Kobe said immediately.

   At this time, he didn't care whether O'Neill would dunk the old K. The most important thing now was to restore O'Neill's self-confidence, so that he would have a chance to beat the old K in the future.

   If not this year, then next year, he will definitely be able to beat Old K.

O'Neill grabbed the white towel covering his face, his fat face was expressionless, and there was only hatred in his eyes. He turned his head and looked at the Suns bench, and said, "I won't let old K go, He shouldn't have done that, he **** me off, he really **** me off!"

   Seeing O'Neal like this, Phil Jackson and others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, as long as the mentality is not broken, it is fine. Maybe such an O'Neal can explode with even greater energy.

   After the timeout, the game restarts.

  Old Wang stood up from the bench, saw O'Neal also stand up, he couldn't help laughing, he was still two dunks away, it would be best for O'Neal to continue playing.

"brush!"

   Extra penalty hit.

  2:5, the Suns lead at home and the Lakers attack.

   O'Neal ran to the frontcourt and rushed straight to the basket.

  Old Wang followed behind. As soon as he reached the basket, he immediately circled forward and stretched his arms left and right. No matter which side O'Neal moved to, he would know immediately.

   O'Neal pushed Wang Tiejun forward, trying to get space to catch the ball under the basket, and he succeeded.

  But at the next moment, he just pushed Lao Wang away, and the latter turned around extremely nimbly, took off his strength, and stuck to his body, but he still didn't get the space.

  The two were constantly fighting at the basket, and he still couldn't get the chance to catch the ball. At this time, three seconds were running out, so he could only evacuate from the basket first.

  When he came to the low position on the left wing, Pharaoh didn’t have a hard top, and O’Neill could barely push him.

  O'Neal hurriedly half-turned and entered the paint area again, but Lao Wang reacted very quickly. Although the start was half a beat slower, he moved faster and followed up immediately, only one foot behind.

   Fisher, who was holding the ball, took a risky pass, avoided Nash and went straight to the basket.

   O'Neill stepped up, and almost at the same time, Lao Wang, who was one foot behind, also jumped up, reaching out to steal the ball.

  The bodies of the two collided together in the air, O'Neill, who had a large tonnage, took advantage, and Lao Wang was knocked sideways in the air, losing his center of gravity.

   But his jumping is better, the 150 kg O'Neill can't jump him. At the moment he was knocked off, his hand hit the falling basketball, and the ball was picked up.

  The two landed at the same time, O'Neal's center of gravity was stable, Lao Wang staggered, and the former took off faster for the second time and caught the ball.

"drink!"

   O'Neill roared, jumped up for the third time, and smashed the ball with both hands.

  At this moment, he only hated that old K was not under the basket.

"boom!"

  There was a violent explosion of the basket, and the basket was sunk two feet by the huge force and tonnage, as if it was about to break.

   "Old K, this is just the beginning!"

   After O'Neill succeeded, he roared at Lao Wang.

   “Of course, this is just the beginning.”

  Old Wang had a ferocious smile on his face.

   "I've put in all my strength. Although O'Neill has a larger tonnage, his strength is not necessarily greater than that of Old K. His muscle content is not as good as that of Old K. He doesn't take much advantage in hard-top hand-to-hand combat." Barkley said.

   "Yes, O'Neill's tonnage is more impactful only when it is moving, so it can play its biggest role. The advantage of the hard top is indeed not great, and it is very difficult." Kenny Smith said.

  Barkley nodded and said: "So just now when he was moving, he could knock old K away in the air, but he couldn't get a chance when he was in the position at the basket."

  Kenny Smith said: "So he is indeed the only character in active service who can compete with the old K in the low post. Among the low post players, in terms of dominance, except for the old K, he is him."

  The Suns advanced to the frontcourt, and Lao Wang stopped at a high position again, standing above the free throw line.

  Nash came up with the ball, without a pause, accelerated directly, broke through the wall, and entered the paint.

  Pharaoh’s size is very large, and the quality of the pick-and-roll is very high. Fisher is blocked outside, and O’Neal can only switch defenses and follow the basket.

   Then, Pharaoh went down.

   Nash pulled to the left, and the next moment, he passed back.

  Old Wang grabbed the ball with his left hand and squeezed his five fingers. The next moment, he grabbed the ball and flew up towards O'Neal at the basket.

   "Old K?"

  O'Neal saw that Nash was passing the ball upwards, so he knew something was wrong, so he quickly turned around and saw that the old K who was passing down had already flown up.

   "Again?"

At this moment, he was furious in his heart. The grievance of being pinned down by the old K for ten years and the humiliation of being buckled by the rider surged up in an instant. With both hands, he pushed against the old K who was rushing in the air.

   "Beep!"

  The referee's eyes were sharp, seeing O'Neill's pushing action, the first time his mouth drummed, and the whistle sounded.

   "Push people!"

   It was Barkley who was sharp-eyed, and he yelled violently.

Wang Tiejun jumped up with all his strength. He may not have jumped as high as 90 centimeters, but he must have surpassed 80 centimeters. He formed a dive towards O'Neal. When O'Neal's hands touched him, the left hand holding the ball smashed down instantly. .

"boom!"

At the same time as the violent basket explosion sounded, he was pushed outward by a huge force. At this moment, he instinctively grasped the basket with five fingers. At this time, the force showed its effect, pulling the body that had turned outwards back, and then slammed into O'Neill heavily.

   "Boom!"

   O'Neal flipped back and hit the backboard.

"Oh!"

   At this moment, exclamations sounded in the American West Arena.

   "Hush!"

   Then, it turned into a huge tsunami-like hiss.

   "What the hell!" Pharaoh was furious.

In the G1 game, when he took off to steal the ball, O'Neal pulled him from behind, and he didn't protect him. This time, he made another black hand, which really angered him. He let go of the basket, rode directly on O'Neal, and went down. Sit down and hit with a punch.

   "Boom! Boom!"

   "Ah, don't hit, don't hit..."

   It was too late for O'Neill to block with his hands, and he was punched twice in the face, causing him to scream in pain.

   "Pull him away! Pull him away quickly..."

  Phil Jackson jumped up anxiously, and he no longer looked like a Zen master.

  A group of players hurriedly pulled Lao Wang away, and the referee also ran up and stood in the middle.

   "The action is too dangerous. No wonder old K is angry. O'Neill did it last time, and he did it again this time. It's too much, he should be beaten!" Barkley said angrily.

"Get out of the way if you can't prevent it. O'Neal really went too far this time. When he pulled the old K from behind last time, he only got a first-level criminal once. The league should impose additional penalties. There is no additional penalty for this behavior, it is to encourage He keeps doing it," Kenny Smith said.

  At the CCTV commentary seat, Su Qun said angrily: "We should teach him a lesson, this is not the first time he has done this."

  Zhang Lili shook his head and said: "Fortunately, Tie Jun was not injured, and he grabbed the basket with his hands. He was about to be dunked again. This guy O'Neill is impatient, but he can't do that!

  You have to do this, and the next time you dunk, Tiejun will do the same. With such a large tonnage, you may have to play it all in one go. "

   This is the referee's penalty, which is very heavy. The two each made a second-level malicious foul, and both were sent off the field directly.

   "Fatty, I'm waiting for you there." Lao Wang pointed to the player tunnel, turned around and walked to the sidelines.

   O'Neill, who was beaten with a bruised nose and face, was startled. He didn't dare to follow him. He looked around in a hurry, and suddenly ran towards an exit.

   "This coward!"

  Kobe was stunned, cursed angrily, and looked down on O'Neill even more. He didn't even have the courage to challenge the old K on the court, not even the postman.

   "Hush!"

  Countless fans saw O'Neal running away and immediately booed him off.

"Ran?"

   Lao Wang, who had just walked to the entrance of the player tunnel, heard the movement behind him, looked back, and saw O'Neill running away, which made him laugh angrily.

   But this is the American West Arena, can you run away if you want to?

   "Brother, come with me."

   "OK. But old K, don't make it too big, I will be fired."

   "Don't worry, the arena fired you, and I will give you a better job."

   "Then everything is OK."

  He called a security guard in the passage and ran down the corridor.

   "Hey, brothers, I'm Shawnee, report O'Neal's position." While running, the security guard shouted through the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

   "Shawny, I saw him, he ran towards Exit 7." The walkie-talkie rang.

"hurry up."

  Old Wang heard it and accelerated his running speed. The security Shawnee was not as fast as him and fell behind.

   O'Neill ran to an exit and was about to rush through when a person suddenly rushed out from a corridor on the left and blocked the front.

   "Old K?"

  He was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "I didn't mean it, really, I, I, I..."

   "Boom!"

  Pharaoh Wang punched O'Neill directly to the ground, and cursed: "I spared you in the G1 game, and I'm here again today. I can't beat you to death this time? At most, I won't fight after I retire."

"what…"

  Beside the exit, O'Neill's continuous screams sounded.

   "Old K, forget it, don't beat him to death."

   "Old K, he is dying, don't beat him to death."

   Ten seconds later, the security guard Shawnee rushed over. After seeing the scene, he hurriedly greeted a group of security guards at the exit, and everyone went up to pull Lao Wang away.

  At this time, O'Neill was beaten with blood all over his face, bowed his body with his head in his arms, and lay on the ground in embarrassment, howling.

   "Don't worry, I know if you can't kill him." Old Wang said angrily.

   After he left, several security guards notified their superiors, and then the Lakers management was shocked when they were notified. Jerry West suddenly had a big head and left the court immediately.

  Of course Colangelo Jr. knew it too, and he was very big. Now that the league and the media are already targeting the Suns and Old K, I'm afraid it won't be easy to end it now.

  But he has no choice but to continue to support old K.

Jerry West rushed to Exit 7 and saw several security guards standing by the wall. O'Neill was sitting against the wall with blood on his face, his eyes were swollen, his nose was broken, and his mouth was also bruised. It was so swollen that he couldn't even recognize it.

"Old K is too careless about his hands. He only hits the face. You can find a place with thick flesh!" Feeling a little bit grumbling in his heart, he hurried over and asked, "Shaq, are you okay? Shaq, are you okay?" Are you ok?"

  He yelled twice before O'Neill recovered from the puppet state, squinted his eyes and glanced at him, and said vaguely: "Mr. West, he wants to kill me, I want to call the police, call the police!"

  The corner of West’s eye twitched. This is an internal affair of the league. Family scandals should not be spread outside. You should call the police, who told you to do that dangerous move?

He still remembers that the postman publicly said that he wanted to make old K look good on the field, but old K didn't give him a chance to play, so he overthrew the postman directly off the field, broke a lot of bones, and said that he was in the bathroom slipped and fell.

  Today, O'Neill doesn't seem to have broken his bones, probably because old K is getting older, his anger is not as big as before, and his strikes are not so ruthless.

  However, this matter should be used to appeal to the league and try to suspend the old K. As long as the Lakers pass the Suns, they should have no problem playing against the Nets in the finals.

   "Get up, I'll take you to the hospital first."

  He said to O'Neill, turned to a security guard and said, "Sir, please call an ambulance for me."

   "Okay." The security guard nodded.

   "No, I'm dizzy and a little nauseous."

   O'Neill was about to stand up along the wall, but his body swayed, and he fell down again.

  West's face changed. This is, a concussion? Damn it, old K didn't show mercy.

   At this time, Colangelo Jr. arrived, seeing O'Neill's distressed appearance, he couldn't help but smiled wryly.

   "Mr. Colangelo, I'm afraid I'm going to complain to the league about Old K's behavior. Tell him." West said seriously.

   Little Colangelo nodded and said: "We will also complain to the league about O'Neal's on-court behavior. He wants to ruin the old K's career, and this is the second time in the Western Conference Finals."

   This time it was West's turn to smile wryly.

  As the ambulance drove over, O'Neill was taken away, and this matter came to an end.

  Pharaoh Wang had already returned to the locker room at this time, and just after turning on the TV after taking a shower, Dayao's call came in.

   "Brother, O'Neill ran away, didn't you chase him?"

   "Chased and beat me up."

   "What? It's over, it's over, bro, you're too impulsive!"

   "Shut up! I don't have to be the champion, but the fat man must be taught a lesson, otherwise anyone can do it to me in the future. I am old with arms and legs, can I stand it?"

   "Uh, well, brother, what if you get banned?"

   "Cold salad!"

   At this time, Colangelo Jr. came in and said, "Old K, O'Neill has been sent to the hospital."

"Oh."

  Old Wang answered first, then talked to Dayao, and hung up the phone.

  Junior Colangelo thought for a while and said: "Old K, the league doesn't want us to win the championship, and the media is also targeting you. You have to be mentally prepared. I'm afraid you will be suspended this time."

   "If you are banned, you will be banned." Old Wang snorted coldly.

  Little Colangelo nodded. The matter has come to this point, and there is no room for turning around. Talking about it is useless.

  The two were watching the game in the locker room and didn't talk about what happened just now.

  At this time, the agent Hawksman called, and Lao Wang chatted with him.

The game continued, the Lakers did not have O'Neal, Kobe concentrated the ball, took 45 crazy shots in 48 minutes, monopolized 55% of the team's shots, hit 20 of them, hit 44.4%, and made 3 of 8 three-pointers. , 37.5% shooting, 12 of 14 free throws, 55 points, 53.8% true shooting, and won the first 50 in the playoffs of his career.

  In the end, the Suns lost the game and the score was tied 3-2. The next G6 game will be played in Los Angeles.

  As soon as the game ended, a large number of reporters flocked to the locker room of the home team, but they didn't see Lao Wang, who left after the game.

   "Old K, you are driving, are you home?"

  Barkley got off the live broadcast and immediately called Lao Wang. After the call was connected, he heard the sound of the engine.

   "It's almost home." Old Wang said.

  "Old K, you'd better be mentally prepared, this time things are a bit troublesome, the league is likely to take the opportunity to suppress you and the Suns."

"I know."

  The two chatted briefly and hung up the phone.

  Later, Lao Wang received a call from Zhang Reasonable and chatted for a while.