Chapter 601: Match point! Despair! The Pistons no longer intend to play basketball properly!

Although Billups had made full preparations to block, Su Yan, who was fighting back with all his might, wouldn't give him even the slightest chance.

Furthermore.

He wouldn't leave any room, and he wouldn't hold back at all.

"Bang!"

Both jumped, but Su Yan, who jumped higher and had more power, grabbed the basketball, and while posterizing Billups.

Under the physical contact, the terrifying, silk-like impact force crashed into Billups from top to bottom, instantly knocking him over to the ground.

It was very fast.

His body was also completely off-balance.

"Thud!"

And because the speed was too fast and the impact too great, he didn't even have a chance to protect himself.

He fell heavily onto the floor, and the back of his head hit the ground hard.

The fragile back of his head—just one hit, and Billups' body trembled slightly, then convulsed; he had been knocked into a concussion.

It got worse and worse, and the corners of his mouth started foaming, which looked very scary.

"Beep! Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle in a hurry.

Not for a foul, but... seeing Billups foaming at the mouth and convulsing all over.

"Team doctor!"

Larry Brown roared in a hurry, even though he knew Billups had symptoms of a concussion.

But he still prayed in his heart that it wouldn't be a concussion; it could be anything else causing the foaming, but it must not, it absolutely could not be a concussion.

Why?

Because... as long as there is a concussion, even a mild one, according to the NBA's official protection regulations for players, the player cannot play for several games.

This was a fatal blow to the Pistons.

This was something Coach Brown absolutely didn't want to see.

At that moment.

The team doctor provided emergency treatment, and soon Billups' symptoms eased; he stopped trembling, the foaming stopped, and he regained consciousness, appearing somewhat clear-headed.

However.

He was still extremely weak.

With the help of his teammates, he returned to the locker room; unsurprisingly, he wouldn't return tonight, and he couldn't play the game tonight.

Hamilton had three ribs broken by Su Yan's elbow, and Billups was knocked into a concussion by Su Yan's dunk.

The Pistons' perimeter duo had been destroyed by Su Yan alone, and the Pistons had almost no scoring ability; this way, even if they maxed out their defensive intensity, it was impossible to win the game.

There wasn't even the slightest chance.

Defeat was certain.

And the facts?

It was exactly like that.

The Bulls crushed the Pistons.

This wasn't just as simple as winning a game; more importantly, the Bulls were already up 3:0, leading the Pistons by a large margin, and had already reached match point.

And it was three match points at that.

In the history of the NBA playoffs, no team had ever come back from a 0:3 deficit.

Additionally.

After the game, the Pistons officially confirmed that Billups had a mild concussion and was forced to sit out the next 2 games.

After 2 games, they would re-evaluate his physical recovery before deciding if he could play, which was also a devastating blow to the Pistons.

However.

For the Pistons, there was an even more fatal blow.

Hamilton was confirmed to have three broken ribs, and his season was over.

The Pistons' perimeter duo was completely offline, and they were down 0:3 with match point against them.

Despair.

The Pistons were truly in despair at this moment.

They had been playing with violent contact and playing recklessly, but they never imagined that their own perimeter duo would be the ones destroyed first; this result was too unexpected.

The Pistons couldn't accept it at all.

But they had already stepped one foot into the cliff; their series was completely over.

The Pistons' locker room.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!"

Rasheed Wallace cursed, "That brat Su Yan must have done it on purpose, destroying all our main perimeter scorers to make us lose the series.

He really is an animal."

"Hmph."

Ben Wallace's face was also livid, "We hadn't destroyed him yet, but he was good—he crippled our scorers first; he really has his ways.

Now the result is already here.

It's impossible for us Pistons to win.

Even if we beat the Bulls, whether we face the Kings or the Lakers in the finals, we're bound to lose.

This year.

It's impossible for us to win the championship; there's not even a possibility of winning.

Su Yan is truly damnable.

Since that's the case, I think... we might as well tank; if we can't play, then nobody should play.

I, for one, don't intend to play basketball properly anymore.

Even if we don't play this series, I want to destroy Su Yan; I must destroy him.

Make his season incomplete, and make the Bulls be destroyed too.

I think... only in this way can I make my injured and sidelined teammates feel a little better."

After Ben Wallace finished speaking.

Everyone was slightly silent.

Not long after.

Rasheed Wallace roared, "I agree, I completely agree.

I came here just to compete for the championship as one of the 'Five Tigers.'

Now that we can't win the championship, what's the point of playing? We can't play, so the Bulls shouldn't play either; let's all not have a good time, let's all be destroyed together."

"That's right."

"Let's be destroyed, let's all be destroyed together?!!!"

The two "Spray Brothers" stirred up emotions and led their teammates, instantly making the entire Pistons team lose their heads, and none of them intended to play basketball properly.

For the rest of the series between the Bulls and the Pistons, the Pistons were now completely aiming to destroy Su Yan, and were prepared to go down with him.

And while Rasheed Wallace widened his eyes, appearing crazy, a faint glint also flashed in his eyes.

While everyone was about to go berserk, a calm glint flashed in his eyes, and he said gloomily, "I don't think using brute force to destroy Su Yan is a wise move."

"Oh?"

Ben Wallace didn't quite understand.

Rasheed Wallace said slowly, "That brat Su Yan. He looks gentle, but he's fiercer than anyone when it comes to fighting.

His strength is astonishing, strong as an ox.

We've seen it before; if we really fight, we might not have the advantage, and because we're the ones causing trouble, the league might not give Su Yan a very heavy penalty.

Unless... we pay the tragic price of ending up in the ICU, maybe we can get Su Yan suspended for a few more games.