Chapter 129

They can, to a certain extent—no, to a large extent—limit Su Yan's offense, but... it is impossible to limit him forever.

Just like this.

Su Yan's mid-range shot is not accurate.

But if you keep leaving him open, there is still a chance he will hit it.

Two minutes later.

The Heat, defending with increasing vigor and increasingly outrageous tactics, let Su Yan take a shot from the right low post, less than two meters from the basket.

Who are you looking down on?

Su Yan decisively pulls up for a mid-range jumper.

What now?

"Swish!"

It goes in.

After two misses, the third shot finally drops.

Of course.

The Heat can accept a 1-for-3 shooting percentage.

But while Su Yan is gradually putting points on the board, the aggression he is showing on the defensive end against Jones and Odom is by no means low.

No.

It is quite high.

Under the continuous pressure of the 【Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】, steals and blocks keep coming.

Halftime.

Su Yan has once again recorded 3 steals and 2 blocks.

By halftime, Su Yan has 11 points, 4 rebounds, 2 assists, 6 steals, and 5 blocks—a glance at the stat sheet shows an all-around performance that fills every column.

The key point.

The crazy amount of steals and blocks is making Jones and Odom's scalps tingle more and more.

"Damn it!"

"Asshole!"

Both were furious during the quarter break.

"He looks so weak, how can he steal from me and block me again and again? What level is he at? How dare he?!"

Jones is trembling all over.

Odom is also so angry he clenches his fists, "The most hateful thing is that every time he makes a move, it's so casual, giving people the illusion that I'm playing terribly.

And that stealing from me is easy.

This feeling of being looked down upon is truly infuriating.

He's an undrafted rookie nobody wanted, how can he be this arrogant?!"

At this moment.

The two have reached a united front.

"Sigh..."

Stan Van Gundy shakes his head repeatedly, constantly trying to comfort them.

Wei De is also very unhappy; although he didn't participate much in direct matchups or defense against Su Yan tonight, the incident of being beaten in the Summer League.

Has been weighing on his mind.

If they haven't gotten revenge, how can they just keep watching Su Yan bask in the glory?

Not allowed.

Wei De is also burning with anger.

Therefore.

When they return from the halftime adjustment, the Heat's main players are not only not calmed down, but each one is even angrier and more volatile.

If they can't score on Su Yan tonight.

If they can't humiliate Su Yan.

Then there will be no way to end this without something happening.

"Hmph!"

Jones lets out a cold snort and, with a roar, charges at Su Yan once again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Seeking physical contact frantically.

Su Yan doesn't even have a chance to retreat and can only stand his ground; he isn't happy about such energy-draining defense, but he has no choice now.

Jones has lost his cool.

So Su Yan can only keep up.

If you want contact, then we'll have contact.

"Bang!"

With the blessing of 【Steel Strength】, Su Yan tenses his body, meeting Jones's furious, full-force charge head-on—a collision of muscle against muscle.

Both look very fierce.

The result?

Su Yan doesn't budge, while Jones is sent flying, his feet giving way as he retreats, and he falls to the floor.

What?

Jones charged into someone and ended up knocking himself down?

Offensive foul?

No.

The referee didn't blow the whistle.

Because... Su Yan didn't move or exert any active force at all; he simply tensed his body to withstand Jones's impact.

So.

Such a fall for Jones.

The physical damage is minimal, but the humiliation is extreme!

"Swish," Eddie Jones's face turns bright red, and the referee blows the whistle, causing him to lose possession due to a charging violation.

This is undoubtedly adding insult to injury.

The key point.

Su Yan looks down from above, scanning the pathetic and embarrassed Jones at his feet with indifference.

This was originally just a very ordinary glance, a very ordinary look, but to Jones, it is naked contempt.

To be humiliated and looked down upon like this by a rookie, and then thinking back to being stolen from, blocked, and beaten over the head time and time again in the first half.

"Whoosh~"

"Hahaha~"

Listening to the piercing laughter on the court, laughter that sounds full of mockery to him.

Everything piles up.

Finally... this look from Su Yan, just one extra glance, is enough to make him explode!!!

"Fuck!"

He shouts an obscenity at the air.

With a flushed face and burning with shame and anger, Jones jumps up, rushes to Su Yan, presses his head against him, and roars: "What's the meaning of this?

What are you looking at me for?!

You exerted force in the contact yourself, the referee just didn't call it, do you think I don't know? Do you think my strength is inferior to yours?!"

"Oh?"

Su Yan droops his eyelids, ignoring him.

"What are you doing?!"

Pippen sees Jones coming to cause trouble, and without a word, he rushes over, pushes Jones away, and shields Su Yan behind him.

"You pushed me?!"

Jones glares with rage.