The toughest man in the NBA

Chapter 14 You Are Too Courageous

Throughout the first half, Tu Man flew into the sky and escaped from the ground, omnipotent.

The Dallas Mavericks' inside line was trampled into a pulp by this prehistoric monster. They trailed by more than 20 points at halftime, and the game was turning into rubbish visible to the naked eye.

John Sumait wanted to replace Tu Man several times, but held back again.

To be honest, he also wanted to see if Tu Man had any new tricks. This ball was played so f*ckingly beautifully, so f*ckingly passionate, and it was so f*ckingly enjoyable to watch!

In the third quarter, Jeremy Lin was replaced.

So far, he has played 8 minutes and is the only player on the Mavericks who can score at the basket, with 7 points, 3 rebounds and [-] assist.

He was replaced, which meant that the Mavericks on the edge of the cliff didn't hold back any good farts...

Sure enough, for the first attack, Tu Man, who was flying in the air like a roc, was pulled down violently and fell heavily to the ground.

Tu Man was defenseless, and almost lost his breath, feeling like his whole body was falling apart.

But he didn't scream and roll, he just lay quietly on the floor...

John Sumait was terrified, called a timeout hastily, and ran forward with the team doctor. Seeing that Tu Man was motionless and his eyes were dull, he gasped.

The team doctor held out two fingers:

"Tu Man, how much is this?"

Tu Man remained motionless, his pupils seemed to lose focus.

"Tuman, Tuman, can you hear me?"

Tu Man remained unresponsive.

The team doctor's nose was dripping with sweat, he grabbed the stethoscope and poked it into Tu Man's arms.

My God, didn't the child fall to his death?
Tu Man grabbed his hand and said with a smile:
"Okay, I'm fine!"

"Then you just now, why..."

"Just kidding, I see everyone is so nervous, just kidding you!"

The team doctor was so angry that he withdrew his hand, picked up the first aid kit, turned his head and walked off the court. Can this be easily joked?

John Sumet couldn't laugh or cry, and cursed:

"You boy, you are so naughty!"

Tu Man just laughed foolishly, of course he wasn't joking, he just hurriedly opened the exchange panel to check, the system in this respect is much more scientific than the doctor's!
Fortunately, there are no abnormalities in the muscle and bone diagrams, that is to say, Tu Man just hurt from the fall and was not injured!

Tu Man propped himself up on the floor, turned over and sat up, staring at John Sumaite and said:
"Coach, don't replace me, I want revenge!"

Sumait shook his head and said:
"No, they've already started to use lethal tactics. It's too dangerous for you to continue fighting. There's no need to be as knowledgeable as these tramps. If a dog bites you, you still bite back?"

Tu Man licked his lower lip and said cruelly:

"No, I'll beat that dog to death with a stick! I'm a savage, can it be bitten by any dog? They're too daring!"

Looking at the fierce light in his eyes, John Sumait felt a chill on his back, and swallowed subconsciously:

"Then be careful, don't move too much."

Tu Man chuckled lightly:
"Don't be afraid, if these dogs dare to sue me, Sister Tao will send them to hell!"

John Sumaite hesitated to speak, but he didn't ask the phrase "Who is Sister Tao" in his throat, and reason told him that knowing too much is of no benefit...

The game continued and Tu Man walked to the free throw line.

Since he wasn't covering his face and screaming on the floor, or rolling around for sympathy, and it was summer league, the referee called it a common foul.

Unsurprisingly, he was booed by the Las Vegas fans, urinating profusely…

It doesn't matter to Tu Man, ordinary fouls are fine, the perpetrators will not be sent off, just enough to withstand a wave of wrath from hell!

One of two free throws.

The arm is still a little numb, which seriously affects Tuman's silky smooth feel. This 100% hit rate is over, which makes Tuman even more angry!
The Mavericks attacked, and Tu Man stood blankly at the free throw line.

The narrator said in surprise:
"It's strange, did our heavy bomber break the radar just now, why does he look a little at a loss?"

"Heavy Bomber" was just given by the commentator. Given his tireless bombing of the basket in the first half, this new nickname is appropriate, but they don't know that "Meat Grinder" is not for nothing...

Under the worried eyes of the Las Vegas fans, the Mavericks seized the opportunity and sent the ball inside.

Taking advantage of his illness and killing him, at least one of them will be deducted!

However, as soon as the basketball was passed out, Tu Man moved.

Mavericks center Ian Mahinmi jumped up with the basketball in his hand. He didn't know that Tu Man came first, and he had already occupied the commanding heights by sticking to his back!
"Boom..."

Tu Man's palm touched the basketball, and he slammed hard on the top of Ma Xinmi's head. The loud noise made the photographers on the bottom line startled.

The sad Frenchman rolled over and fell off the bottom line like a broken rag doll. He was injured somewhere, and seemed unable to get up. He lay on the ground and howled...

The referee's scalp was numb.

But Tu Man's hat is very clear, he "rubbed" the basketball first, and then "touched" the opponent's head. If he was given a malicious foul, what about the ball just now?
In the end, the referee gave an ordinary personal foul, which was regarded as a warning to Tuman:
Boy, don't go too far!
Tu Man was expressionless, and sneered inwardly:
"This is just the beginning!"

Ian Mahinmi was carried down, he was miserable.

The team doctor initially determined that there was a concussion, and the knee and forearm also had sprains of varying degrees. He needed to go back to the locker room for further examination and treatment.

Before leaving, the honest man stared at Tu Man aggrievedly, as if saying:
"Brother, it wasn't me just now!"

Of course Tu Man knew it wasn't this kid, but he knew better:
In the execution of killing tactics, no Mavericks player on the field is innocent!
The Mavericks execute free throws.

The offended player was injured and the opposing coach, John Sumet, picked one from the Mavericks bench to execute a free throw.

John Su Maite deliberately picked a thin and somewhat wretched little guy to come up, Tu Man just gave him a look, and he trembled in fright.

The result, of course:
Missed two free throws!

As soon as the second free throw was taken, Tu Man rose from the ground and flew towards the basket. When the basketball bounced back, Tu Man just arrived and grabbed it in his arms.

At this time, the accident happened again!

When Tu Man was falling, his elbow seemed to be unrestrained, and at the same time, the Mavericks' small forward J.R. Giddens was jumping up under his feet, ready to grab the rebound...

One up, one down!

With a "click", Tu Man's iron elbow hit the opponent's collarbone with incomparable precision. Hearing the sound of this crisp work, it might be broken...

The unlucky J.R. Giddens screamed and fell to the ground, hunched over and moaning uncontrollably. He didn't dare to roll around, and he couldn't breathe in pain when he moved. The man opposite him was too cruel!

There was also grievance in his eyes:

Brother, it's not me either!

(End of this chapter)