Chapter 466: A brawl on the court! The smell of gunpowder continues to rise!

"Boom!"

Amidst an extremely heated atmosphere, the main game arrived.

The starting lineups for both sides began to take the court.

Detroit Pistons starters: Point Guard: Chauncey Billups, Shooting Guard: Richard Hamilton, Small Forward: Tayshaun Prince, Power Forward: Rasheed Wallace, Center: Ben Wallace.

Chicago Bulls starters: Point Guard: Hinrich, Shooting Guard: Su Yan, Small Forward: Pippen, Power Forward: Antonio, Center: Da Yao.

It is worth mentioning.

The once-shining genius "No. 2 overall pick" Darko Miličić, now in games where Su Yan plays, can only sit idly on the cold bench.

This is truly sigh-inducing.

"Charge!"

"Big Ben, use your strongest shield to teach this kid Su Yan a good lesson, let him feel fear and pain!"

"Pistons Five, tear apart the Dragon Country's Twin Stars."

"Heh heh, that's the 'Bad Boys 2.0' right there; no team can walk away smiling after playing against us."

"Rasheed, you haven't forgotten the time your teeth were shattered by Su Yan back at the Trail Blazers, have you? It must be very humiliating."

It's tonight.

Take back all the insults from Su Yan."

"......"

The hysterical shouting of the home Pistons fans roared out the aura belonging to "Motor City," intimidating the Bulls from the very start of the game.

The tip-off.

Da Yao and Big Ben jump for the ball.

At only 206 centimeters, Big Ben theoretically couldn't win the tip against Da Yao, and in fact... it was a complete mismatch.

Father-beating-son level.

Yet tonight, Big Ben nearly won the tip.

Why?

Because... from the moment of the jump, Big Ben applied strong physical contact to Da Yao, and the caught-off-guard Da Yao nearly lost his balance.

Fortunately, he was tall enough.

Otherwise, Big Ben really would have bumped Da Yao aside and won the tip.

Antonio caught the swatted ball and passed it to... Hinrich, who pushed it up to execute the Bulls' first possession of the game.

Just as he pushed to the left arc.

He was thinking about how to find his teammates and the best offensive opportunity, but Billups' defense was already glued to him.

"Pistons Five."

Everyone can defend; except for Hamilton, everyone has been selected for an All-Defensive team, and each possesses impressive defensive ability.

As for Hamilton.

Although his defense is a bit worse than his teammates', it's not bad either.

After all... on the offensive end, his tireless off-ball movement and his "mid-range jumper," which is highly accurate even by league standards.

This also makes opponents miserable.

"Bang!"

Billups came up and gave Hinrich a collision right away; it was quite heavy.

Hinrich felt a sting of pain, twitched the corner of his mouth, and immediately looked at the referee, signaling that this was a defensive foul, but no whistle was blown.

It was actually hovering on the edge of a foul.

The defensive intensity was quite high, but in this era, it wouldn't be called.

"Tch!"

Hinrich snorted, lowered his center of gravity, and drove with a crossover, but Billups, in his FMVP year, was locked in on defense.

Facing someone at the same position, the pressure was immense.

"Damn it!"

Hinrich cursed under his breath.

The tight defense made it impossible for him to attack, so in a panic, he passed the ball out to Su Yan at the top of the arc.

"Step!"

The ball arrived as he did.

Hamilton rushed over, staring fixedly at Su Yan.

Antonio wanted to come up to set a screen for Su Yan, but Rasheed Wallace was hounding him frantically, not giving him any chance to set a screen.

"Bang bang bang!"

Intense off-ball contact.

The two bodies constantly collided, and there were secret shoves with their hands; from the very first possession, the two refused to give an inch, clashing fiercely.

Of course.

Antonio was passively trying to shake off the contact.

However... he eventually shook off Rasheed Wallace, but Rasheed Wallace's eyes narrowed, and he lunged over to slam into Antonio.

"Thud!"

Antonio was knocked directly to the floor.

"Beep beep!"

The whistle blew.

The referee called an off-ball foul on Rasheed Wallace.

The latter shrugged it off, but to get past his biting defense and easily do what you want to do, that was absolutely impossible.

"Tch!"

Antonio snorted.

He climbed up, found Rasheed Wallace, and scolded: "I was off-ball, and this is only the first possession of the game.

Man.

No need to be so serious and ramp up the intensity like that, right?!"

"Huh?"

Rasheed Wallace looked at him indifferently, unimpressed, "You're very long-winded, didn't you see I already took the foul?

Do you know what a foul is?

That was a foul, and the referee already called it, so you have no right to keep pointing fingers at me."

"I know, but..."

"Knowing is enough."

Interrupting Antonio's speech, Rasheed Wallace ignored him further.

"Hmph!"

Snorting again, Antonio didn't waste words, chased after him, and the two matched up again, but it was clear Antonio had decided to start exerting himself and get competitive.

Pistons foul.

Possession returned to the Bulls.

Su Yan caught the ball at the left arc, facing Hamilton's defense, held the ball in his left hand, did a between-the-legs crossover, and lowered his center of gravity.

A fake drive.

【Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】 to read the defense.

'Sticking very close, very fast, chasing out at the first moment, since that's the case...'

Su Yan predicted the move and pulled the ball back while floating, and the moment Hamilton followed to the right, he stepped back to the left.

Gathered the ball and stepped back again.

A predicted double step-back, leaving Hamilton completely in the dust, and he raised his hand for a mid-range jumper as open as the sea.

This shot?

"Swish!"

Steadily hit. ===== CHAPTER 468 =====