The Way of Basketball: Never Talk Shit to Him!
Chapter 319 - 183 June 9th, sunny, Su Wan killed the group of Dallas people!_4

Chapter 319: Chapter 183 June 9th, sunny, Su Wan killed the group of Dallas people!_4

Not only did he feel it, but Artest and the others, including the young O’Neal, did too.

Artest couldn’t help but reach out, wanting to touch Su Wan.

To see if there was anything different about Su Wan in this state compared to a normal person.

The young O’Neal slapped his hand away, "What if you touch and it disappears?"

Artest really didn’t dare to move then.

The game restarted, and the Dallas crowd was back to their antics, their never-ending hissing and trash talk rising again.

Johnson really wanted to scream at them:

Shut up, quick!

Why do they have to provoke him like this?

Wouldn’t it be nice to quietly take this win?

Hmm...

Johnson, who was still unaware that Dan Piel had hurled "trash talk" at Su Wan, thought it was the fans’ "trash talk" that had stimulated Su Wan.

To be fair, even as the Mavericks’ coach, he felt tonight’s trash talk from the Dallas people was too raunchy.

He could hardly bear to listen.

But he couldn’t stop the booing from the fans; all he could do was pray that the Mavericks’ offensive could continue.

Jason Terry broke to mid-range, where during the game he had already taken five or six shots from that position, with a pretty good shooting percentage.

But this time, as he got to that position and was about to jump to shoot, he saw Su Wan dart from the side, reaching out for the ball.

Terry hurriedly passed, giving it to Josh Howard at the wing.

Howard shuffled past Dior, and quickly passed the ball in front of the defending Artest to Nowitzki.

But what he didn’t know was that his very obvious passing motion had caught Su Wan’s eye.

"Snap!"

Before Nowitzki could receive the ball, Su Wan was one step ahead and intercepted it.

Amidst the shocked cries in the arena, Su Wan raced at full speed toward the frontcourt.

"Get back on defense!"

Following Pat Riley, Su Wan had successfully made Johnson jump with frustration on the sidelines.

Howard was the most timely in getting back, wanting to make up for his mistake, but Su Wan’s unexpected "reverse slam dunk" dodged his poised strike, completing the counter.

Even as he landed, there was a suspicion of Howard landing on Su Wan, but the referee didn’t blow the whistle.

points now.

The arena grew even quieter.

Su Wan’s consecutive 5 points caused the smug expressions on the Dallas fans’ faces to gradually turn into panic.

Score!

Score!

Hurry up and score!

Amidst the anxious shouts of the Dallas people, Nowitzki this time rarely managed to push past Artest’s tight defense, barreling towards the basket, even feeling the impulse to dunk it.

But as he leaped high, truly like a "German tank" intent on completing a single-handed slammed dunk, out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the number 99 jersey of the Pacers. His eyes instantly filled with panic.

"Smack!"

Wan Henhen slapped the ball hard, landing a punishing blow.

The ball flew out of Nowitzki’s hands.

To say that the "German tank’s" strength in the power forward position wasn’t very strong at the moment, at best, was like a small forward’s level of power.

Because whenever Su Wan had previously blocked inside shots, he would be affected by the recoil, tumbling far away, but this time, as Nowitzki staggered and fell to the ground, Su Wan just paused slightly, quickly steadied his center of gravity, and grabbed the blocked ball in his hands.

An astonishing scene unfolded at that moment, aside from Nowitzki, who was stumbling to the ground, and Dan Piel, who was still dazed, everyone else immediately rushed at Su Wan, trying to work together to stop him.

Su Wan let out a scoff, threw the ball towards the frontcourt, and Calderon, unguarded in the fast break, completed his first dunk experience in the NBA.

The sound of this dunk was not loud, but it was definitely a heavy blow to all of Dallas.

The panic in the eyes of the fans became even more uncontrollable.

Because the score difference was only 3 points left.

An all-important play for the Mavericks, but Jason Terry, holding the ball in his hands, looked around blankly at his teammates:

Who to give it to?

You would think it should go to Nowitzki at this time.

But he had just been subjected to a head-on blow from Su Wan, not something that could be shrugged off in a dozen seconds.

But if you don’t pass to Nowitzki, who else could you pass to?

The "German tank" saw Terry’s hesitation, but still showed the responsibility that a leader should have.

But having responsibility on the basketball court is useless without power!

Artest was very frustrated all night, every round he felt he had defended well, but Nowitzki always managed to get the ball into the basket.

So damn unreasonable!

As he cursed in his heart, he fought harder every round.

This round, he marked Nowitzki’s position very well after he received the ball.

When Nowitzki realized this and chose to move outwards, Artest chopped off the ball from Nowitzki’s hands, accomplishing a crucial and fatal steal.

Terry, unable to stop Su Wan, could only foul early.

Su Wan stepped up to the free throw line, even casting a glance at Dan Piel.

Under the shining lights, the "Western Second Center’s" head was glossy, but his bewildered expression was exceptionally clear.

Watching Su Wan’s unbelievable performance after his own retort, as well as the Mavericks being rapidly stripped of their lead, his mind was in chaos:

Just because of my retort?

Is he that angry?

My god...

After he had spewed so much "trash talk" at me, I only responded once, and he’s this furious?

Where is the justice in that?

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

The Dallas fans’ "trash talk" continued, but compared to their previous excitement, the voice trying to disturb Su Wan’s free throws carried a thick desperation and reluctance.

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