Chapter 383: What Big Three? Just a bunch of chickens and dogs!

Going crazy!

Arenas's most important talent was actually going crazy.

This really broke Fan Xi's eyeballs.

In the field of basketball, there were many things that couldn't be explained, among which the more common one was: going crazy.

Many players looked ordinary, even a bit iron-like. But suddenly in a certain game, or in a certain state, they would be abnormally accurate... actually, every player had such moments more or less, even ordinary enthusiasts playing on the street court would encounter a game where they hit everything.

Such moments were often called going crazy.

Fan Xi thought this was a probability problem. Just like playing mahjong, having good luck, hitting everything you touch.

But now, it actually existed as a talent.

Fan Xi hadn't expected it at all.

But thinking about it, not everyone in the NBA was a nerve knife; the more famous nerve knives in the current league were Crawford, JR Smith, Jason Terry... and Ginobili.

It was just that Arenas being a nerve knife was something Fan Xi hadn't expected, because Arenas's peak period was relatively stable, and he always occupied the top of the scoring list. However, thinking carefully about the crazy things Arenas did during his peak, it wasn't hard to understand.

And what Fan Xi hadn't expected was that when he obtained Arenas's excellent 'going crazy' talent, Fan Xi confirmed that his body also had an excellent 'going crazy' talent, which probably explained why Fan Xi's shooting percentage was higher the more critical the moment.

As Arenas's going crazy talent entered his body, Fan Xi was equivalent to possessing two top-tier going crazy talents.

What was going crazy, it was finding the weird balance of body talent between extreme excitement and extreme calmness, thereby doing things that couldn't be done normally... even if the precision requirements for this matter were very high.

Whoosh!

When Fan Xi woke up from the shock, he looked at Dwyane Wade again, and his anger value was decreasing.

He looked at Wade, who was still raising his eyebrows and provoking, and he suddenly smiled: "Dwyane, your moves won't affect me. You can go ask for their phone numbers and see if they will give them to you. No woman will like a guy like you."

"By the way, what is your new wife's phone number?"

Fan Xi left a sentence with great lethality in Wade's ear.

Wade could use Fan girls to stimulate Fan Xi, saying those filthy, quality-less words.

Fan Xi could naturally fight back.

And his counterattack was extremely lethal.

Although he didn't have a single dirty word, in this world, what woman could refuse Jack asking for a phone number.

Even Wade, he had no confidence. Because he had heard his new wife praise Jack Fan's bedside table skills more than once.

So, almost instantly, the Flash's face changed like lightning.

Fan Xi didn't care about him; he went to the free-throw line. At this time, Butler walked up and said to Fan Xi: "Jack, we have an advantage in the interior now; you can deliberately not make the free throw."

Fan Xi glanced at Kwame Brown; his eyes exchanged with DeAndre Jordan and Kwame Brown.

They had great tacit understanding and reached an agreement in an instant.

Fan Xi didn't hesitate; he took the ball from the head referee and smashed it out hard... Bang!

The ball hit the rim with a beautiful arc and bounced violently. At the same time, Kwame Brown rushed to the basket quickly; he wrapped his hands back, firmly blocking Chris Bosh and stopping James's progress.

At the same time, DeAndre Jordan jumped up and easily grabbed the ball.

And threw the ball to the left corner in the air; Jimmy Butler had been lurking there for a long time.

He caught the ball and shot it with incomparable gentleness and firmness.

The ball drew a beautiful parabola... Bang!

The ball hit the backboard, but the next instant... Swish!

This was a lucky bank 3-pointer.

The Clippers overtook the score.

Jimmy Butler raised his hands excitedly; he didn't feel it was a lucky shot at all.

He shouted in the cheers of the whole arena: GILBERT!!!

He determined that he had found his touch.

He was so excited.

The Heat launched a storm-like offensive at this moment; Wade dribbled and ran wildly; Miami's offensive was like a hurricane on the East Coast.

Wade quickly pierced the defense, but then he gave it to James; James continued to move, a jump step flashed into the paint, and after attracting Kwame's defense, he passed the ball to the free-throw line... Chris Bosh shot and hit, Swish!

Smooth, silky.

The Big Three played a classic cooperation.

The cheers in the Staples Center fell silent because of this.

"You shouldn't have angered me." Wade turned around and said coldly to Fan Xi.

"I just used the way you treated me to treat you, not even one-tenth of yours, and you feel angered?" Fan Xi felt it was too absurd. "Are you too arrogant, or too inferior? I will go ask your new wife."

Fan Xi urgently needed to say trash talk.

Wade immediately bumped into Fan Xi with his shoulder; Fan Xi seemed to have expected it, he turned to the side, and the Flash staggered, very embarrassed.

"The end of the Clippers is coming; when the Big Three play such silky offense, what do the Clippers have to block it? Or rely on Jack Fan's attack?" Chris Paul stretched in front of the TV, he even felt more confident than the Miami players.

But just as he finished speaking, Fan Xi dribbled to the front court and was about to shoot when he found Butler reaching for the ball and flexibly running to the left side of the 3-point line through tactical screens.

Fan Xi passed the ball over, Jimmy Butler shot as soon as he caught it... Mike Miller's defense was a beat slow.

Swish!

This time, it was an incomparably accurate 3-pointer.

Butler raised his hands high, and the cheers on the scene were like a tide.

The second 3-pointer made Butler more confident; he shouted: Los Angeles must win!

His self-confidence had exploded.

The Heat team exchanged a look; in the next round, James would defend Butler.

At the same time, Wade launched a quick offensive again; he quickly attacked the front court, and taking advantage of Chris Bosh coming to defend, he suddenly stopped and shot... Swish!

Hit.

Wade's touch was also open.

Paul emphasized again in front of the TV that the Clippers were in danger.

Kobe also frowned; he knew what it meant for the Heat's three super superstars to all open up.

Even if the Clippers found Jimmy Butler's sudden accurate 3-point threat, it was still not enough to compete with the Big Three.

Sure enough, after crossing half-court, James followed Butler like a hyena.

Fan Xi dribbled across half-court; he was about to deploy his double going crazy skill; he felt very, very wonderful now.

However, Leonard backed into Mike Miller and started asking for the ball.

Fan Xi hesitated slightly and passed the ball in.

Leonard did it in one go; his back-to-the-basket technique still looked a bit stuck against a defender like James, but facing a pure shooter like Mike Miller, it immediately became silky; he turned around perfectly and shot easily... Swish!

Simply a contemporary Jordan.

Of course, you can also call him 'Stuck Black Mamba'.

After Leonard scored, he also raised his hands high.

The Staples Center boiled again.

"They're all moving! They're all moving!!"

Kobe muttered to himself in front of the TV: "The Clippers' long-term plan is releasing power; these two rookies have made contributions at the critical moment."

"However, can they beat the Heat just by relying on them?"

Paul didn't believe it.

Swish!

Chris Bosh pulled out to the 3-point line and hit a 3-pointer.

Changing sides to fight again, Leonard asked for the ball again.

He easily played one-on-one against Mike Miller, Wade hurriedly went to double-team, and Leonard quickly passed the ball to Fan Xi.

Fan Xi caught the ball and was about to deploy his double going crazy.

Seeing DeAndre Jordan in the interior in an absolute open position, he immediately passed the ball into the paint, and DeAndre Jordan jumped up... Boom!

Completed an alley-oop.

The Clippers were still leading.

At this time, the Heat made a substitution; they subbed out Mike Miller and subbed on Shane Battier.

Just comparing the outside, the Heat didn't fear the Clippers at all.

No matter how you put it, the Clippers were two rookies plus Fan Xi, while the Heat possessed the league's top 1 outside and top 5 super superstars.

The advantage was with me.

Shane Battier's reappearance also made Paul excited again.

Sure enough, Battier hit a 3-pointer afterwards.

He helped the Heat chase back the score.

"The Clippers made a fatal mistake; they actually wanted to compete with the Heat in outside threat. Ridiculous!"

Paul ridiculed mercilessly.

Wade on the court was also satirizing Fan Xi: "Jack, you wouldn't want to rely on two rookies to beat our Big Three, would you?"

Hehe!

Fan Xi sneered.

He was two meters away from the 3-point line at this time.

But he jumped up directly; Wade was caught off guard; Fan Xi shot the ball; the ball drew a beautiful arc, before the ball fell into the basket.

Fan Xi said coldly: "What about adding me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Swish!

Perfect 3-pointer hit.

The cheers in the Staples Center exploded at this moment.

Wade's facial expression management was out of control; his expression was a bit distorted.

"What Big Three? Just a bunch of chickens and dogs, paper tigers. You will see the real Big Three!"

Fan Xi dropped this sentence and defended!

Wade was extremely panicked in his heart at this moment; he began to realize a terrible thing was happening, that is: could this be the secret weapon Jack Fan had been hiding?

If his 3-pointer was open.

What should we do?

Jack's dribbling 3-pointer.

Leonard's strong-side one-on-one.

Butler's positioning 3-pointer.

And the interior rebounding advantage.

How to defend?

Wade's brain spun many thoughts instantly.

But in the next second, he quickly cleared it.

He knew it was already the moment when the map was revealed and the dagger was revealed; any unnecessary emotions had to be excluded.

"Score this ball!"

He took the ball from James's hand and shouted loudly.

At this time, there were 2 minutes and 11 seconds left until the end of the game.

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