Chapter 468: Intensity maxed out! All bloody offense and defense!

Both were uncomfortable being handled like that by their opponents, and the off-ball scrambling intensity was even higher, but the Big Ben with 2 million+ votes is currently at his absolute peak.

His strongest period of combat power.

Can the retired-year Pippen handle it?

Not at all.

"Bang!"

Ben Wallace gave another fierce two-handed shove, wanting to push Pippen away to secure the rebound, but the force was too great, pushing Pippen to the ground.

"Beep beep!"

The whistle blew.

The referee called an off-ball foul on Ben Wallace for the rebound.

The pushing force was very strong.

But this was a push while the ball was in play, falling under the scope of basketball, so even though Pippen's fall was not light, it was only called a common foul.

However.

Pippen wasn't having it.

He jumped up fiercely, rushed to Ben Wallace, pressed his head against his, and sneered like a kiss: "Want to fight, right?

If you want to play like this, then I'm getting excited."

"Hmph!"

Ben Wallace looked disdainful, "In the basketball world, contact is king; if your strength is inferior, then whining is the behavior of the weak."

"Hmph!"

Pippen looked equally disdainful, "A brute, destined to never achieve greatness, destined to only be an unknown supporting role."

"You have the qualifications to talk about me?"

Ben Wallace sneered, "You've spent a lifetime pulling up Jordan's pants, how dare you talk about supporting roles?! Aren't you just a bit player yourself?"

"Haha!"

Pippen laughed loudly, holding up six fingers, "Since when is a second-in-command player with six championships just a supporting bit player?

Then.

Let me ask, what kind of thing are you?"

"You..."

Ben Wallace was momentarily speechless, unable to refute.

Trash-talking with Pippen, one of the greatest small forwards in history, Ben Wallace was only asking for trouble.

But.

Ben Wallace, at his peak, was completely angry and wanted to vent his rage on Pippen, or... his teammates.

Just one minute later.

When Ben Wallace was defending Da Yao, he gave the same intensity-maxed oppressive defense, but... Da Yao was too tall.

And his footwork was flexible.

He squeezed into the basket, held the ball high, and was about to dunk over Ben Wallace's head.

Could this work?

Of course not.

"Hah!"

Ben Wallace leaped up in a roar to block, not touching the ball at all, but... he slapped Da Yao's arm hard.

The force was astonishing.

Unreasonably destroying Da Yao's dunk.

"Beep beep!"

The whistle sounded again.

Ben Wallace's hacking foul.

And Da Yao wore a mask of pain; his right forearm had a blood-red handprint slapped onto it by Ben Wallace's blow.

It was somewhat gruesome.

However... Ben Wallace, who only thought it was normal defense, didn't care at all and didn't offer a single apology.

Da Yao, however, felt unhappy.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

After hitting both free throws.

On the next possession, he actively sought out Ben Wallace, attempting once again to use his absolute height advantage to dunk over his head.

It's just that.

He underestimated "Big Ben's" DPOY-level defense.

Although short for a center, his strength and explosiveness were too astonishing, and his overall physical fitness was extremely explosive.

The key.

He dared to fight and play hard.

When such a tough guy defends and protects the rim with a "damage the enemy 1000, self-damage 800" style, ordinary people really can't compete.

"Bang bang bang!"

Under head-on contact, Da Yao, who found it hard to get any advantage, could only sheepishly pass the ball.

Can't fight hard, can only use wits. ===== CHAPTER 470 =====