Chapter 144

The Spurs played with great patience.

But they truly created opportunities.

Parker took the ball, surged forward one step, and executed a small floater from one step inside the elbow.

"Swish!"

It went in steadily.

The floater is one of Parker's scoring methods.

In the subsequent possession, the Spurs once again utilized fluid pass-and-cut coordination to give Parker an opportunity to cut to the basket unguarded.

"Hah!"

Antonio shouted sharply as he rushed up.

"Whoosh!"

Parker performed a quick "little top" spin move, blew past him, drove into the paint, and still maintained sufficient stability with his whole body.

A layup?

No.

Yao Ming rotated over to help.

"Whoosh~"

Parker, equally calm, made a hand-off pass to Deng Ken under the basket on the other side, who caught the ball and easily scored off the backboard.

Close cooperation.

Another successful offensive play.

【Bulls 0:4 Spurs】.

"Wooow~"

Hinrich widened his eyes, extremely shocked, "Such fluid coordination, such sharp and fast ball movement; it's making my eyes blur.

I can't find where the ball is."

"The Spurs' team basketball is quite famous and formidable across the entire league."

Yao Ming spoke with a condensed voice, his expression grave.

"Yes."

Pippen nodded, then added, "Everyone, get serious, keep your nerves taut, otherwise... not only will you fail to defend, but it will also affect your mindset."

"Mm."

"Oh~"

Several starters responded.

Hinrich pushed the ball up and passed it to Su Yan; just as he received the ball at the top of the right arc, Bowen suddenly darted over, staring aggressively.

'Bowen!'

Su Yan's pupils contracted.

Although he had never seen him play.

But... the flying kick of "Heaven's Crippled Foot" Bowen, the incident where Carter, continuously having his ankles broken, chased him all over the court, and his image of "dirty defense."

Su Yan had long heard about these things.

'I have no quarrel with you, sir; do not defend me brutally, otherwise... I don't know if I might do something excessive.'

Su Yan prayed.

He was a refined man who never fought (not really).

"Bang!"

Before Su Yan could even attack, Bowen rushed up first; seemingly going for a steal, he actually delivered a fierce collision to Su Yan, exuding immense pressure.

"Stumble, stumble, stumble!"

Su Yan retreated two steps.

He looked at the referee, who showed no reaction and allowed the contact; thinking this was 2003, it was acceptable.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Adjusting his footing.

Su Yan regained control of the ball, feinted a drive with his left hand followed by a between-the-legs pull-back, and used the 【Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】 to read the defense.

'Thinking I'm going to drive, he shifted his center of gravity completely to the left; I can accelerate and break through on the right, but with Bowen's defensive ability, he will catch up.

I need a second fake.'

An instant judgment.

Having pulled the ball between his legs, just as Bowen shifted his center of gravity left, Su Yan switched hands and burst out toward the right wing; as Bowen slammed on the brakes and forcibly twisted his center of gravity to chase back.

Su Yan executed another sudden stop in-and-out, another feigned change of direction to confuse Bowen, then instantly accelerated and surged out.

Where was Bowen?

With his center of gravity switching back and forth, he was frozen in place.

"Swish!"

Su Yan further read the defense; before Nesterovic's block could arrive, he made a high shot off the backboard, avoiding the block, and scored off the glass.

"COME! ON!"

"There it is, Su Yan's leisurely offensive drive under 'prediction,' freezing defensive stalwart Bruce Bowen in place."

The commentator exclaimed in surprise.

And in the subsequent possession, Su Yan faced Bowen once again, still executing a predicted offense under the 【Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】.

A simple between-the-legs crossover, connected with a slight early change of direction after a drive feint, once again shook Bowen loose, followed by an instant acceleration.

Directly attacking the basket.

Even though Bowen was chasing him from behind the whole time.

But Su Yan, with his positional advantage, kept watching Bowen's pursuit speed; his extremely strong dynamic vision confirmed he couldn't catch up.

He decisively went for a layup.

"Swish!"

Steadily making the shot.

"Bang!"

Bowen's hand slapping the backboard a half-beat late, seemingly a narrow attempt to save face, actually further confirmed to Su Yan the powerful, subtle insight of the 【Emperor's Eye】.

Two consecutive offensive possessions.

Su Yan scored on Bowen with effortless ease, scoring on a defensive stalwart, scoring on Bowen who thought he could easily guard Su Yan.

"Whoosh~"

The fans erupted in a clamor.

Bowen's face gradually turned ugly. "I can't move? Was I truly predicted? Hmph~ Since you've made me unable to move, then I'll make you unable to move."

You want to keep scoring on me?

No way."

Bowen narrowed his eyes into a slit, beams of cold light flashing out.

"Stomp!"

The next possession.

He appeared in front of Su Yan once more, staring him down intently, and the instant Su Yan dribbled the ball, he lunged up to engage physically.

Frantically entangling.

And... using both hands and feet.

Constantly clawing with his hands, simultaneously tripping with his feet, and even secretly pushing from below, subtly and continuously interfering with Su Yan's breakthrough speed and path.

But.

He was smart.

He was a veteran defender, cunning and crafty, who had been selected for the All-Defensive First Team for many years.

Such foul actions all hovered right on the edge of being called fouls.

He was also very good at reading the referee's expression; if the whistle was loose tonight, his defensive intensity would be high; if the referee called it tight, he would hold back a bit.

Tonight.

The referee's calling standards were still under his observation.

"Bang!"