Chapter 592: 15 points

27 points in the first half.

40 points in three quarters.

In the final quarter... Su Yan entered the paint as if no one was there, leaving the entire Pistons team with no defense, scoring another 10 points easily, and leading the team to widen the gap to 15 points.

Gone.

The Pistons couldn't reverse it.

The Bulls finally... won again, leading 2:0 in the series; in the Eastern Conference Finals series, the Bulls had the absolute initiative.

Tonight.

Su Yan exploded for 50 points again.

"COME! ON!"

Almost the moment the game ended, Mike Breen roared excitedly: "In the history of the NBA playoffs, there has only been the 'God of Basketball' Jordan in 1988.

He achieved consecutive 50+ scoring games.

Now.

Su Yan has also done it; both are from the Bulls, and Su Yan is also the 'Jordan successor'; this really feels like a passing of the torch."

"Yeah."

Mark Jackson was also excited, "Before Su Yan, Grant Hill was known as the 'Jordan successor'.

As the vote leader in his rookie year, he seemed to really have that potential.

However... at that time, I didn't think Hill could reach Jordan's height, and he didn't play at a phenomenal level.

But Su Yan is different.

In his rookie year, he not only played at a phenomenal level but also played at a rookie level that I think is above Jordan's.

This is the craziest existence.

Su Yan... he is the true 'Jordan successor', and in the future, he even has the hope of surpassing Jordan."

"Whoosh..."

Mike Breen twitched his mouth and smiled, "Mark, you have to be calm; surpassing Jordan is something like that.

You can't just say that."

"Hahaha!"

Mark Jackson laughed, "Of course I know what this means, but... Su Yan is really too strong.

He really has this ability.

I am full of confidence in the 'Prediction Master' Su Yan."

"Hehehe, that's true."

The two commentators praised Su Yan crazily.

"Boom!"

The home arena also rang with thunderous cheers.

Before long... the shouts of "Su Yan MVP" rose and fell, constantly rising, and finally connected into one, resounding throughout the arena.

Su Yan.

He is the next god of the Bulls.

"Hiss..."

Billups took several deep breaths, and a hint of fear flashed in his heart, "This kid Su Yan is really a monster.

Immune to everything.

I really don't know how to win."

"Damn it."

Hamilton's scalp was also tingling, "The dignified 'Five Tigers', actually being beaten by an undrafted player until they fled in panic, at a loss.

What is this?!

How can this brat Su Yan be so powerful?!"

"So... so angry!!!"

Rasheed Wallace gritted his teeth.

Ben Wallace was also unwilling, "I can't accept losing to a kid in terms of strength; I even accepted 'flopping' for it, but it still didn't work.

Losing face and still not being able to win.

This is not my Big Ben's style of play; this is insulting me!!!"

The more he said, the more fearful he became!

The more he said, the angrier he became!

The more he said, the more restless he became!

After Su Yan exploded for 50 points again, played an unsolvable performance, and led the team to win two games in a row, the entire Pistons team's emotions became unstable.

Each one was quite irritable.

It seemed like they would explode at any time.

Head coach Larry Brown also had a splitting headache; he really couldn't understand why a kid who had just entered the league, and was the team's only core.

Why couldn't he be defended.

How could he not be defended?!

"Could it be... he is an existence even more powerful than the 'AI' Allen Iverson of '01?! Hiss..."

Just thinking about it.

Larry Brown felt a chill all over his body.

Because... as the head coach who coached the 76ers in '01 and coached Iverson, he knew best how strong Iverson was that season.

Now.