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Chapter 293 Tides

Chapter 293 Tides

Half time, visiting team locker room.

Jordan sat in the best position in the locker room, closed his eyes and meditated.

Putting aside Davis' abnormal performance off the court today, Jordan felt powerless against Davis, who played wildly on the court, for the first time.

"My body is still full of strength, I can still control the game, why do I feel this way?" Jordan looked down at his hands, these big hands can still support him to make any movement, easily send the ball into the basket.

"That kid is crazy today. I looked at his stats. He scored a full 38 points in the first half without making a single mistake." Pippen went to sit next to Jordan with a serious face.

Jordan really didn't notice this detail. He took the recording paper in Pippen's hand and looked at it carefully.

"He scored 23 points in 38 shots? It's scary for young people these days."

Jordan looked at the record paper in his hand, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Jordan, who has been in the league for more than ten years, has never seen any big storms. Why he wants to retire is not because the league has no opponents.

And now, one of his best friends in the league has become his greatest rival.

This made Jordan very happy.

"Scott, is this league, our time gone?"

Jordan looked at Pippen with a half-smile.

Pippen froze.

"Michael, we are the defending champions, four consecutive champions, what are you talking about?"

Smiling and shaking his head, Jordan stood up.

Pippen suddenly felt that Jordan, who had been lacking energy this season, suddenly changed back to the No. 23 of the Suns who overthrew the Suns led by MVP Barkley by himself the year before last.

"Is it because you met your opponent? The Michael on the opposite side is technically like Michael back then." Pippen followed Jordan and walked out of the locker room second.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the Magic locker room is very strange, and it is not as easy as leading the mighty Bulls.

Davis, who was in the same position as Jordan, was silent for the entire midfield. The people next to him saw Davis's unusually ugly face, and no one dared to come up to disturb him.

Even O'Neal, who is also the core of the team, wisely did not come to interrupt.

No one noticed that when Davis walked out of the locker room door, his hands were shaking slightly.

In the third quarter, both teams used their starting lineups from the first quarter.

"DiWeese continued to appear on the court. He didn't rest for a minute in the first half, but everyone knows that DiWeese is a well-known physical superman in the league. I believe this playing time will not affect him."

The commentator said swearingly on the sidelines.

Davis showed a very deep wry smile.

The Bulls had the ball, and Jordan immediately received the ball from Armstrong in the frontcourt.

Armstrong turned into a passing tool again.

Jordan did not attack immediately, but patiently passed it a few times, and finally received the ball from Pippen in the low post to prepare for a single.

A standard triangle offense.

Jordan once again felt the defensive strength of Davis behind him by leaps and bounds.

Not only defensive skills, but even Davis' strength and agility, Jordan can intuitively feel his progress.

After patiently hitting his back a few times, Jordan suddenly turned around and squeezed towards the basket with a deep step.

DeWeese tried to get stuck on the baseline, but he was blocked by Jordan's right hand.

Jordan broke into the paint smoothly, and before O'Neal blocked the shot, he took the lead in scoring the first point of the second half.

And DeWeese didn't have such a good treatment, he could only dribble to the frontcourt by himself. . . .

At the top of the arc, Jordan stood in front of Davis without hesitation.

The audience on the sidelines cheered again, the duel of ace players is always full of expectations.

Davis suddenly began to lower his center of gravity, and started to dribble continuously under the crotch super fast.

A series of gorgeous tricks similar to showing off skills made the spectators on the sidelines seem to have come to a street court.

However, Davis's high-frequency dribbling didn't last long. He made a false move of worshiping Buddha, and then made a breakthrough towards Jordan's left hand in a daze.

Of course, Jordan would not let him pass him so easily. He moved his center of gravity to the left, and Davis, as if the music playing at double speed suddenly paused and then instantly rewound at the same speed, shot the ball behind him with his right hand, as if he had never slowed down, and rushed to Jordan's right.

The experienced Jordan would of course let DeWeese's simple change of direction.

But there was a mistake in his judgment.

DeWeese is just too fast.

As if he didn't stop the process from stopping to starting to accelerating, he directly smeared into the penalty area from his right at the same speed as against the laws of physics.

So, Davis used this "simple" change of direction to break through Jordan.

The closest Bulls player to him protecting the rim is Kemp.

Kemp, who claims to be a jumper, certainly wouldn't let DeWeese hit the basket so arrogantly.

He squatted down slightly, like a cheetah waiting for its prey, and the explosive power in his slender legs was almost uncontrollable.

This person took away the slam dunk king that he was bound to win. This time, he must teach him a lesson that he will never forget.

Seeing Davis jumping up in front of him arrogantly, Kemp, the cheetah, finally found the right time to hunt.

He jumped up on the side of Davis at the same time that Davis jumped up.

The triumphant Kemp was extremely satisfied with his sneak attack.

"You can't escape this time."

Just when his hand was about to touch Davis' ball. . . .

Davis seemed to have eyes on the side, suddenly received the ball, avoided Kemp's block in the air, changed the direction and dunked the ball in.

Camp people are stupid.

What should have been an inevitable block shot instantly became the backdrop for Davis' dunk this time.

After Davis came off the basket, he glared at Kemp.

"What kind of look is this?"

Seeing Davis who turned his head and ran to the backcourt, Kemp felt cold sweat all over his body.

He can guarantee that after playing for so many years, this is the first time he has seen someone play with a murderous look on the court. . . .

The next game completely turned into a mutual explosive performance between Davis and Jordan.

Jordan scored a back, and Davis turned back with a three-pointer. .

Jordan broke through for a layup, and Davis also leaned back.

The fight between the two gods in the third quarter made the audience on the sidelines climax continuously.

The person in charge of the TV station in charge of broadcasting the game watched the soaring ratings in the background, almost drooling.

(End of this chapter)