NBA backer king

Chapter 128 Cruelty
At this time, the ball happened to be dead, and Barkley was replaced and went straight back to the locker room.

On the sidelines, Oakley sprayed hemostatic medicine on his nose, but he couldn't stop it, so he stuffed a large ball of hemostatic cotton into it, and could only open his mouth to take a breath.

"The cartilage is broken, the nose is crooked, bear with it, and I will correct it for you," said the team doctor.

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

The team doctor started, squeezed his nose, twisted it, and with a click, straightened Oakley's crooked nose.

"Give him a mask."

The team doctor turned around and yelled at the assistant, and then stuffed several large balls of hemostatic cotton, and placed it on Oakley's broken tooth, where the bleeding continued.

However, there is not much time for the game. After Oakley gets rid of his injury, the second quarter has just finished.

54:50, the Suns led by 4 points and ended the first half.

后面王铁军投失一球，本节4投2中，2罚2中，砍下了6分3篮板1助攻1盖帽1犯规的数据。

对位的尤因5投3中，效率很高，加上2罚1中，同样砍下了7分2篮板。

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

"No big problem. Both Andrew and Aaron said it's best to take a break, but I don't think it's necessary."

Barkley was soaking in an ice bucket when he sprained his left ankle. Fortunately, there was no redness and swelling, only a little pain. For the sake of safety, he couldn't play this game. He said in frustration, "Actually, I can continue to play, but they won't allow it. You should give it a try in this game."

"Damn it, Oakley should have been crippled just now." Old Wang regretted.

"Forget it, don't make things too big, after all, we are just playing, 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 to sprain my foot." Barkley smiled wryly.

"..."

Everyone was speechless.

Old Wang persuaded earnestly: "Charles, brother, I think you are still suitable to be a good person, and your retribution is too fast for being a bad person."

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

Barkley punched Old Wang and said with a smile, "I'm not here, Old K. I'll leave the inside to you."

"Don't worry, Charles, for your rest, leave the inside line to me, and Kevin and Dan on the outside line, we'll be fine."

Lao Wang patted his chest and promised.

"I'm afraid you will be blasted to pieces by Ewing." Barkley muttered.

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

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

……

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

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

"It's okay, I'm fine."

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

The voice was vague, but the tone was fierce and chilling.

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

"If Barkley can't fight, we will join hands to kill that kid." Oakley said ruthlessly.

Ewing hesitated and said, "Take him?"

He didn't want to double-team. As one of the three super centers, double-teaming a rookie would embarrass him.

You must know that Dameng and Robinson would rather let old K hit 20+10 on the head than double-team. If he double-teams, he will definitely be laughed at.

"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, stared at Ewing and shouted 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 glanced at each other, then at Riley's gloomy and stern face, and both nodded involuntarily.

After a 15-minute break, the third quarter begins.

The two teams met in the player tunnel and stared at each other. If the two teams hadn't been in the middle to keep them separated, they would have rushed forward to fight.

The Suns go first.

On the first ball, Dan Marley missed a jumper with an emergency stop on the right wing. Oakley grabbed the backcourt rebound and the Knicks attacked.

Oakley singled Jerrod Mustaf down low on the right wing.

Barkley couldn't play. The power forward was replaced by Jerrod Mustaf. He had no strength. He wanted to attack but not attack, defend but not defend, and rebound but not rebound.

"Shh!"

Elbowed like a postman to gain room for a shot, Oakley hits the ball.

Although he is strong defensively, he doesn't have any low-post singles ability on the offensive end. He is more of a pull-out jumper, mainly in mid-range shots. However, the opponent is too weak, and this shot is quite easy.

54:52, the Suns attack.

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

Oakley on the weak side released Jerrod Mustaf two steps from the very beginning. At this time, he quickly assisted the strong side. When Wang Tiejun received the ball, he had already assisted in the defense and successfully double-teamed from a position close to the baseline.

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

But at this time, he didn't care about it at all, and didn't give Ewing and Ewing 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 towards the basket in a parabola.

Ewing jumped a bit, the height of the cover was too different, and he didn't get a single hair.

And Oakley in the back put an elbow on Lao Wang's back, but it was a bit late. When the elbow hit, Lao Wang's ball had already been shot.

"Shot in a double-team, can you hit it?"

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

"Shh!"

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

"Great!" Barkley cheered in the locker room.

It is rare for Wang Tiejun to shoot in a double-team at close range, 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 back, and forced a bottom. This time, Lao Wang reacted quickly and completed the retreat in time. The former could only make a strong shot and missed.

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

Lao Wang rushed forward with one step, and slapped him down with a slap.

"Snapped!"

With a bloody hat, the ball was slapped out of the field, and his hand hit Oakley's face again. The transparent mask on the latter's face was knocked off, and he was directly knocked to the ground.

"Damn!"

Ewing at the back cursed angrily, and was about to rush up, but was blocked by the line judge below.

Oakley fell in a daze and was about to get up to fight, but was blocked by the referee.

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

"Fake oil!"

Oakley stared fiercely at Old Wang and cursed.

"Fake oil your ancestors! The rubbish on the elbow behind your back!" Old Wang squirted back.

Oakley was shaking with anger, damn it, I didn't use any strength at all for that elbow in the back just now.

He wanted to do it regardless of everything, but if the head coach Pat Riley wanted to win the game, he didn't dare to mess around, so he could only hold back his breath first, and then start after the game.

The game continued, the Knicks served from the sideline of the front court, and there were 6 seconds left in the attack time.

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

"Kevin!"

Without Barkley, Wang Tiejun did not hesitate to carry the banner of low-post offense. As soon as he reached the low post on the left wing, he asked for the ball directly to the top of the arc.

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

On the right wing, Mustaf 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 caught the ball with his right hand.

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

"boom!"

But after Wang Tiejun received the ball, while dribbling the ball, he started the bear step, and his left foot went into the paint area. The moment he got close to Ewing, Tieshan exploded with all his strength.

"Oh!"

"Uh!"

Amidst the heavy pounding of muscles, Ewing let out a muffled grunt and was knocked over directly.

"Oh!"

There was a huge exclamation from Madison Square Garden.

"Damn!"

When Oakley saw it, he hurriedly sped up and rushed towards him.

Ewing was getting up, and Knicks small forward Charles Smith was pounced on him. As long as Wang Tiejun stopped, a three-person double team would form in less than a second.

At this moment, Wang Tiejun continued to dribble towards Oakley for the second time, and an iron mountain was sent. Under the strong reaction force, the latter knocked over without any resistance.

"Damn it!"

About to suffer the humiliation of the crotch, Oakley's eyes were about to burst, and he grabbed it with both hands. After a half-beat, Wang Tiejun flew over.

"boom!"

After clasping both hands, Madison Square Garden was instantly dead silent, and the loud noise disappeared.

"yeah!"

The Suns' bench boiled instantly.

"Damn rookie!"

Furious, Oakley turned over and got up, rushing towards Wang Tiejun.

"Go away! If you come up again, I will kill you."

Wang Tiejun stretched his right arm and put his big hand on Oakley's forehead. The latter punched nothing. He took a step forward and pushed outward with one hand, and Oakley, who weighed only 102 kilograms, fell down again.

"stop!"

At this time, the referee stepped in, pushed Wang Tiejun away, and then sternly shouted at Oakley who got up: "No. 34, do you want to be sent off?"

This is already the main face given by the referee. Oakley boxed his opponent in front of him. Although he missed a hit, it is completely okay to give a technical foul.

"Shet!"

After glaring at Lao Wang fiercely, Oakley turned and left indignantly.

Next, the actions of both sides became even rougher. The referee blew several defensive fouls in a row, but couldn't hold it down.

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

"Oh!"

Ewing struck secretly and punched him in the left abdomen.

"Oh!"

At the same time, Oakley hit his right eyebrow with the tip of his elbow, and blood flowed from his eyebrow immediately.

"Open it for me!"

With two bang bangs, Wang Tiejun, who was bleeding all over his face, was like a trapped beast. He hit two consecutive fierce iron mountains, and Ewing and Oakley staggered back one after another.

The next moment, just as he was about to get up, a person jumped on his back, and it was as if a mountain was suddenly pressed down on his body.

"ah!"

The crazily burning blood was unstoppable, and the tyrannical absolute power broke out recklessly. Wang Tiejun took off forcefully with Smith carrying 104 kg, jumped a foot high, held the ball with both hands, and smashed the ball frantically towards the basket.

"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 a hundred kilograms of force, even the updated basket couldn't withstand the violent pull and collapsed.

"what?"

Ewing and Oakley were stunned. Under the siege of the three, their basket was knocked down by the damn rookie. This caused a huge psychological blow to them, and they couldn't accept it for a while.

"Oh!"

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

"boom!"

The basket collapsed, but Wang Tiejun didn't give up. At this time, like a mad tiger and bull, he stepped on the basket with one foot, pulled hard with both hands, and finally tore the basket down forcefully.

"Ow!"

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

"Congratulations, old K, the brutal rim collector. You are the first person to pick off the rim of Madison Square Garden in an away game. You will be recorded in the history of this holy place of basketball."

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

Carter Oldman was also yelling wildly: "The penalty zone sweeper, the old K called himself the penalty zone sweeper, he lived up to this nickname, he completely humiliated the Knicks, he completely humiliated the super center Ewing and the top defensive champion Oakley, he is trampling on the honor of the Knicks, he trampled the iron-blooded division of the New York gang..."

The on-site commentator kept shaking his head and couldn't say a word.

On the sidelines, No. [-] Knicks fan Spike Lee was completely stunned, sitting in his seat like a puppet.

Pat Riley also stood stiffly on the sidelines, his hands no longer in his trouser pockets, staring at Wang Tiejun on the court in a daze.

"Brother, you are the best!"

In the locker room, Barkley jumped up from the ice bucket. Excited, he kicked the ice bucket away.

"Snapped!"

With too much force, I sat down on the floor.

But he got up and ran out of the locker room without even putting on his shoes.

The game was forced to be suspended.

The old Wang, who was still panting, was blocked by Oakley and Ewing, and other Knicks players also rushed up, and their eyes were fixed on the basket in his hand.

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

The players on the field of the Suns also rushed up immediately, pushing behind Wang Tiejun.

"Ha ha!"

Wang Tiejun raised his hand and glanced at the basket, staring fiercely at Oakley, but said in an understated tone: "Who are you scaring? If you want it, you will trade it with your life."

"what?"

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

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 a basket.

"Good dogs don't get in the way, get the hell out of here!"

Wang Tiejun yelled, took a step forward, pushed Oakley away with a slap, stepped in without hesitation, and squeezed into the encirclement of the five Knicks players without fear.

The other four Suns players followed suit one after another. The extremely powerful aura of the five made Oakley and the others lose their determination.

"If you want to get started, hurry up, our Suns will accompany you!"

Amidst the stern roar, Wang Tiejun knocked away all the Knicks players, led four teammates through the middle of the five Knicks, and boldly walked to the Suns bench.

"Oh ho ho..."

On the Suns bench, a bunch of substitute 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 player channel with bare feet, this is to fight.

Oakley, who was knocked away, turned around and looked fiercely at Wang Tiejun's majestic back. With his own courage lost, he finally couldn't make up his mind to do it. He was too afraid of the violence of the opponent.

"Ugh!"

Nearly [-] Knicks fans looked at the arrogant Wang Tiejun and could only sigh.

This time, even if they lost face again, they didn't boo.

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

At this moment, countless fans across the United States who watched the game remembered a bloody Chinese face and had a deep memory.

"hurry up!"

On the sidelines, Colangelo greeted again and again, signaling Andrew John and Aaron Nelson to stop the bleeding and stitch Wang Tiejun.

"boom!"

Throwing the basket on the seat, he landed on it.

"Old K, water."

Oliver Miller respectfully handed over a bottle of water,

Nodding, he took it. The water bottle looked very small in his hand. After unscrewing the cap, he put it in his mouth, squeezed it lightly with his big hand, and the bottle of water was gone.

Oliver quickly handed over another bottle of water, which had already been unscrewed. He took it and squeezed it, and it was gone again.

In the outbreak just now, his physical energy consumption was extremely high, as if all his physical energy reserves were blown up in an instant, and now he feels weak, his body is empty.

Andrew John and Aaron Nelson began to treat his injury, first wiped the blood from his face, cleaned and disinfected him, and then stitched the wound.

A two-centimeter-long gash was cut on the right eyebrow, and blood was still gushing out.

(End of this chapter)