Chapter 949

【Bulls 3:0 Philadelphia】.

Su Yan sounds the opening victory for the Bulls with a three-pointer.

Very unreasonable.

That crisp swish of the net is really handsome.

Transition offense.

Iverson holds the ball and advances, arriving at the left arc, facing Hinrich one-on-one, continuous between-the-legs butterfly crossovers, dribbling speed quite fast.

Dazzling.

Hinrich's expression is solemn, focused, staring at Iverson, his feet constantly moving with small steps, as if this is the only way to barely keep up with Iverson.

But even so, it's useless.

After a burst of rhythm dribbling by Iverson, everyone guesses he will use a front-of-body big crossover, then break through to the right.

But he just can't be defended.

Just one way, pass you 100 times.

Iverson passes Hinrich, rushes into the paint on the right, challenging Chandler's defense.

A preemptive high toss.

"Swish!"

"Bang!"

As the basketball enters the net, Chandler's palm also slaps the backboard.

Iverson's crossover pass has always been so pleasing to the eye.

Su Yan pushes it over, two meters outside the right arc three-point line, taking advantage of his hot hand to come for another ultra-long one.

This time?

"Clang!"

Missed.

Rebound?!

Da Yao and Chandler's twin towers collide with the 76ers' twin towers.

Chandler protects the rim more forcefully.

"Su!"

He throws it to Su Yan on the outside again, who raises his hand for another three-pointer.

But this time it's just a feigned shot, making McGrady, who lunged up, fly.

He rushes in.

Flying layup, is he going to dunk?!

No.

Facing the block of the 76ers' twin towers, Su Yan, in mid-air contact, hits a backboard shot.

Still missed.

"Hmm?"

This layup missed, Su Yan frowns slightly.

Hang time + contact, he had already shaken off almost all defense, this was a normal shot.

Theoretically, it shouldn't be missed.

This miss definitely has something to do with his cold hand tonight.

"Since that's the case!"

Su Yan squints his eyes.

In a situation where his own state is not good.

In a situation where he possesses 【Primary · Kuroko Passing】.

In a situation where his teammates now all possess finishing ability and can share the offensive and defensive pressure for him.

There is absolutely no need to force an attack.

A no-look pass, looking at Iguodala at the arc, but actually giving it to Da Yao in the paint.

Caught Dalembert off guard.

Da Yao easily puts it in.

Possession changes.

McGrady pushes it over, uses two screens in a row, avoids Su Yan, and finds Iguodala at the right high post.

Continuous stylish behind-the-back dribbling, holding the ball in his right hand, the moment he kicks the ground to break through, he suddenly pulls up.

"It's a pull-up!"

Iguodala sees through McGrady's offense, he also seals up at the first moment, his hand already sealing to McGrady's face.

He defended with no problems at all.

However.

McGrady still hits it.

McGrady, still in the period of being a two-time scoring champion, is still at a point where his personal pull-up is unsolvable.

The next round.

This time it's Carter's turn to hold the ball and attack, pulling Chandler out at the left arc.

Continuous feints to the right, suddenly... he puts the ball down on the left wing and accelerates to break through, shaking off Chandler in a breath, rushing into the paint along the baseline, grabbing the ball and exploding up.

Speed + jumping ability.

All maxed out.

And the time difference of jumping first makes Da Yao in the paint just jump to block.

"Boom!"

Carter had already dunked the basketball into the rim over him.

"Half-man, Half-god" posterizes "Little Giant."

"Wow~"

The arena is in an uproar.

If Iverson and McGrady are technical flows under talent, then Carter's offense is pure violence aesthetics.

Watching him play ball, watching him abuse the rim, is inexplicably refreshing.