NBA Dynasty Sniper

Demonstratively bulging his biceps in front of Zhao Dong, Ma Long said coldly, "Boy, I heard you cursed us for not being able to win the championship?"

"Ma Long, don't mess around." Oakley, one of the four villains, immediately stood up.

But the team's signature star, Ewing, remained motionless, showing no willingness or attitude to stand up for his players.

"Charles, you want to protect him?" Malone growled at Oakley in a low voice.

"You know what I will do." Oakley stood next to Zhao Dong.

Ma Long snorted coldly, stared at Zhao Dong and said, "Soft boy, are you hiding behind them like this?"

Zhao Dong nodded to Oakley, and suddenly said: "Why don't we do it, just kill black and white here first?"

The entire passage was silent, including eight or nine security personnel, including Ma Long, who looked at Zhao Dong in disbelief.

The cold eyes of John Stokes at the back moved, and he suddenly took a step back, and retreated behind the three teammates.

"What did you say?"

Karl Malone said sharply, then stepped forward and slammed into Zhao Dong with his chest.

With a bang, Zhao Dong was knocked back half a step.

But in the next moment, he kicked Ma Long in the abdomen.

"boom!"

Ma Long groaned in pain, and immediately staggered back.

If his upper body strength is 100, his core strength should be at most 70, but his lower body strength will never exceed 75, and his lower body is unstable, which is why he cannot stand firmly after being hit.

"Fuck them!"

With a loud shout, Zhao Dong rushed towards Ma Long, and punched Ma Long in the face.

With a bang, Malone was punched in the face again.

He had practiced before, so he hurriedly embraced to block, but Zhao Dong immediately beat him to the end, he took care of the end, Zhao Dong hit him on the road again, a little flustered.

With Zhao Dong taking the lead, Oakley, an amateur boxer, couldn't hold back and rushed over immediately.

Ewing, Alan Houston, and Chris Childs looked at each other and could only rush forward.

When the security reacted, the ten players from the two teams had already fought into a ball, and hurried up to fight. After they pulled apart, all five of the Jazz's starters looked bruised and swollen, and the Knicks were fine.

Ma Long underestimated, but he didn't expect Zhao Dong to dare to attack first. He was caught off guard and suffered some losses. He was punched in the face, his nose was bleeding, and his stomach and legs were kicked a few times. He was very embarrassed.

It's a big loss, a big shame, he was furious, and after being stopped by the security guards, he still roared at Zhao Dong: "Boy, I can't finish with you, if you have the guts to fight with me in the octagonal cage."

"What the hell, don't frighten me, I grew up under the imperial city, did you scare me?"

Zhao Dong was also punched by Ma Long on the left face, and it was already red and swollen. Hearing Ma Long's roar, he immediately sprayed back:

"You idiot, think that you can beat me with the strength of your arms? Fighting is more explosive, faster, and more flexible. Your upper body muscles are as good as your ass. Do your legs have strength? Can you stand up?" ? Can you keep up with my movements? Damn, you can’t fight, and you will be beaten if you enter the octagonal cage. If you don’t believe me, try it, I will play with you to the end.”

Ma Long was so angry that he really didn't expect that this Chinese man would fight so hard. He didn't keep up with the opponent's rhythm just now, and he was beaten all over the place.

At this time, the management and coaching staff from both sides rushed over after hearing the news. After seeing the scene, they didn't know what to say.

At this time, the on-site commentator outside was already calling the visiting team to play, but the Jazz hadn't played for a long time, and they didn't know what happened.

Some reporters had already walked in here, but were stopped by security.

Under the tacit understanding of the management of both sides, let this matter go first, and then talk about it after the game.

Next, the five Jazz players go out,

All of them had bruised noses and swollen faces, which immediately caused an uproar.

And the Knicks players came out later, looking much better, not as embarrassing as the Jazz, and the fans immediately cheered.

"Oh, they actually played off the court first, did something happen? Looks like the Knicks took advantage."

Bill Walton exclaimed.

"It's a good thing. Let's vent off the court first, so we won't be so angry on the court." Matt said with a smile.

Bill Wharton rolled his eyes, thinking that he was afraid something would happen again today, this would be a big blow, and the action on the field would definitely be big.

In the live broadcast of CCTV, Zhang Lili and Sun Zhenping were also dumbfounded.

"It's okay, it's okay, Zhao Dong is fine, he probably didn't participate in the fight." Sun Zhenping said.

"The face is a bit swollen, someone should have slapped her." Zhang Lili said.

"Ma Long, who did it, his face is swollen like a bun, and his nose is broken." Sun Zhenping said.

"Oakley should have done it. The four villains are not good. His usual defensive actions are like fighting." Zhang reasonably guessed.

"Oh, oh, was the Jazz beaten by the Knicks? Malone was also beaten, who did it? Haha..."

Houston, Barkley was surprised at first, and then burst out laughing, falling into Maureen's arms.

He didn't know that in 1998 in the future, he was elbowed by Karl Malone, causing his muscles torn. If he knew, he would laugh more happily.

"A fight? Why didn't you call me?" Larry Johnson, who was warming up on the court, complained to Zhao Dong and Oakley.

"The postman picked up trouble, Fei Long took the lead, and it was really fun today!" Oakley said with a smile.

"Next time, I will definitely call you next time." Zhao Dong said.

At the beginning of the game, Zhao Dong and the opponent's 218 cm white center Greg Ostertag jumped the ball, and then the Knicks attacked.

"Shua!"

Ewing turned around for a jumper and hit the first ball.

"boom!"

Under the basket, in the box, Zhao Dong received an elbow from Ma Long on the right chest.

Jazz attack.

Stockton came to the top of the arc with the ball, did not call Malone's pick-and-roll, and suddenly accelerated to break through.

When he broke through, he elbowed Childs on the stomach, and the latter took half a step back with a muffled grunt, losing his defense.

At this time, Ewing and Zhao Dong had shrunk into the paint area.

"boom!"

During the entanglement with Ma Long, Zhao Dong immediately returned the color and elbowed the other party's waist.

But then Malone suddenly came up from the low post, crossed Stokes at the free throw line, and stopped there.

"Pick and roll?"

As soon as Ma Long moved, Zhao Dong knew what he was going to do and immediately followed.

However, Stockton, who broke into the paint area, made a small change of direction, stopped in front of Zhao Dong, blocked him, and then lost the ball in his hand.

"Back pass?"

Zhao Dong was startled.

"Shua!"

Malone received the ball in the high position, shot from the open space, and made a solid hit.

"Rookie, pay attention to pick-and-roll defense." Ewing shouted.

"I know." Zhao Dong said.

"Chinese, you are a piece of shit on the pitch."

While retreating, Ma Long sprayed trash talk at Zhao Dong.

"You idiot, fuck you again after the game, wait for me in the locker room, don't run away." Zhao Dong scolded.

"Afraid of you? I'll wait for you, we'll see you in the locker room." Ma Long replied.