Chapter 952

The situation will definitely tilt toward the 76ers.

So... the key point determining victory or defeat in this "King and Emperor" contest still lies in "Emperor Yan's" personal performance."

"Exactly.

And I also believe that as the scoring champion and three-point champion so far this season, Su Yan's hand feel will definitely be found.

Perhaps it will be... in the second half when they switch sides and fight again!!!"

The commentator sells a mystery, leaving a suspense, and also letting the fans have an extra bit of anticipation.

And the fans on the court, after hearing the words of the two commentators, couldn't help but complain.

"It's like saying Su Yan's halftime performance was very poor, 24 points, 7 assists, 2 steals, 2 blocks.

Is this performance not good?!"

"Haha, don't talk about halftime, even this performance for the whole game is quite good.

Crucially.

The opponent is the extremely powerful 76ers, they possess three great shooting guards, combat power is off the charts.

If "Emperor Yan" wants to lead the Bulls to defeat such a powerful 76ers.

Then such a performance, although not bad, is not enough."

"That's true too.

I hope Emperor Yan adjusts well during the halftime break, I believe he will definitely find his hand feel in the second half, and then enter an unstoppable rampage mode!"

"..."

15-minute halftime break.

It's very tormenting for the fans.

It's a good time for the players to rest and replenish physical energy.

"Boom!"

Under the increasingly enthusiastic atmosphere of the arena, the second-half duel arrives.

Switching sides and fighting again.

"Su Yan is slow to find his hand feel, maybe because we are too powerful, to the point that he lost his sense of proportion and couldn't find the rhythm of leading the team to win."

Iverson speaks.

"Ha..."

McGrady smiles, a desire to win flashing in his eyes, "Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

In the situation where Su Yan cannot adapt to our three-person combined offensive firepower, blow out the game in one wave.

Send the Bulls into the abyss."

"I think it works!"

Carter nods, holding the ball and rushing out first, killing his way in while crashing and bumping.

When everyone thought he was going to dunk.

"Sizzle!"

Emergency stop fadeaway jumper.

Also hits.

Don't get it wrong, worthy of being one of the four great shooting guards, the former Raptors boss Carter.

He has never been just a dunker.

Transition offense.

Su Yan pushes it over himself, landing at the left arc, just wanting to find teammates with good offensive opportunities.

Suddenly discovers.

McGrady is actually not sticking in front of him, but is a body-length away from him.

Su Yan:???

Is this distance serious?!

Is it because my hand feel is bad tonight, I don't have a shot, so you are deliberately letting me go?!

Are you looking down on people a bit?!

Su Yan is not happy.

He has a little temper.

He raises his hand for a three-pointer, even if he only hit 3 three-pointers in the first half tonight, with a shooting percentage of less than 40%.

Still have to shoot, must shoot.

This time?

"Swish!"

Swish, it hits.

But no one cares too much.

Even the commentator says that Su Yan hit a three-pointer, seemingly having a trend of finding his hand feel.

Possession changes.

Iverson rushes into the paint like lightning again. Grabbing the ball for a layup, pulling the rod to dodge, hitting the backboard.

It's really handsome.

That such a small person can complete an offense under the strict defense of Da Yao and Chandler's "Twin Towers," that is indeed powerful.

Iverson forcefully completes the offense, giving a response.

Su Yan's expression is as usual.

After pushing it over himself, he is still at the left arc, this time at a position more than two meters away from the three-point line, raising his hand for another three-pointer.

Ultra-long three-pointer.

"Swish!"

Hits again!

"Still?!"

A look of surprise flashes in McGrady's eyes, he seems to realize something is not quite right.

He is quite witty.

But... it seems everything is too late.

10 minutes 24 seconds.

"Swish"

At the right arc, more than two meters outside the three-point line, Su Yan, whose hand feel has returned and is shooting further and further, hits another three-pointer.

The further it is, the more it kills the heart.

"Hiss..."

The 76ers players feel their scalps go numb.

10 minutes 01 seconds.

Middle of the arc, Su Yan takes the ball and is about to shoot another three-pointer, McGrady can no longer let Su Yan go, lunging up like crazy.

But this is all within the precise insight of Su Yan's 【Heavenly Emperor's Eye】.

"Whoosh!"

Feinting McGrady, putting the ball down to break through and rushing in.

Gathering the ball one step inside the free-throw line, jumping with both feet, over Dalembert's defense, posterizing him alive.

"Holy shit!

Su Yan has only played for two minutes and has already scored 11 points, his hand feel has completely returned.

He is about to enter rampage mode!"

"My God, Su Yan hit another ultra-long three-pointer, hitting 4 three-pointers in a single quarter.

He has already scored 17 points!"

"22 points!"

"26 points! Hits, and there's a foul shot!"

"Unbelievable.

Su Yan hit a logo three-pointer, hitting the 7th three-pointer of the 3rd quarter tonight, and also the 10th three-pointer of this game.

Emperor Yan, who was silent for half the game.