Chapter 95

Drip!

The referee blew the whistle, and the timers on both sides started simultaneously. Mutombo and O'Neal jumped up at the same time... Smack!

Although O'Neal was a bit overweight, his jumping ability in his youth was much better than Mutombo's. He slapped the ball towards Derek Fisher. Just as the basketball was flying towards Fisher, Yang Mo suddenly darted out with all his might, even startling himself. In that instant, he truly felt a speed like the wind. At the moment his ankles exploded with power, he even felt like he could fly.

Smack!

Without a doubt, Yang Mo intercepted the basketball before Fisher. Then, he sprinted towards the Lakers' half of the court like a bolt of lightning. While dribbling, Yang Mo felt as if he were riding a motorcycle; he had never run so fast before.

Allen Iverson, standing at under six feet, could indeed live up to his reputation by becoming the NBA scoring champion, MVP, and leading his team to the NBA Finals!

Yang Mo even thought to himself that if he were to defend Iverson, he might not even see the taillights of Iverson's car. By the time Iverson scored in the frontcourt, he might still be near the midcourt.

Iverson's speed was truly insane, and at his peak, he was impossible to stop.

Yang Mo charged into the key with the ball, and the handsome Fox was already waiting there. He was waiting for Iverson to come in for a layup, and he had already planned to give him a devastating block, preferably knocking him to the ground. This way, the Staples Center would surely give him unparalleled applause and cheers, while also dealing a heavy blow to the 76ers' morale!

Fox wanted to demoralize the 76ers with a block, but Yang Mo wanted to boost his team's morale with a dunk, giving the game a perfect start and leaving all those who underestimated the 76ers speechless.

Yang Mo wanted to dunk, and Fox wanted to block. Naturally, they would have to have an aerial conversation.

Facing Fox, Yang Mo was not afraid at all. He believed that with his current speed, which was Iverson's, and the strength of Shaquille O'Neal, dealing with Fox would be no problem. So what if this guy could shoot adult videos? He would still crush you!

As Yang Mo charged straight into the key like a bullet, with no intention of changing direction, Fox couldn't help but feel puzzled: Is this guy trying to challenge me directly?

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Yang Mo was already in front of him, and with a powerful leap, he soared into the air, holding the ball with one hand, attempting to slam it through the hoop over Fox's head.

When the Lakers fans saw Iverson soaring through the air, they were stunned: Is he trying to dunk over Fox? With his height, even a regular dunk is difficult, and he wants to dunk over Fox's head? Fox is nearly six feet eight inches tall!

The Lakers fans were stunned, but Fox wasn't. He quickly jumped, extending his arms to try to push Yang Mo down from the air.

But...

The moment his body collided with Yang Mo's, he immediately felt a strong force, as if he had been kicked by an elephant in mid-air. He couldn't withstand such power, so... his body, which had not yet fully taken off, couldn't stop itself from falling... Thud!

Fox fell backward in a clumsy manner, feeling intense pain in his shoulders, back, and buttocks, as if the muscles inside were tearing. He had fallen without any protective action, so it was no wonder he was in pain!

As he felt the pain, his eyes saw Yang Mo's small figure soar through the air and then slam the ball into the hoop with one hand... Thud!

The basketball, driven by the immense force, fell vertically, and its destination was Fox's face.

Fox saw the basketball getting closer to his eyes and tried to roll over despite the intense pain. But... it was too late. He felt a dark shadow in front of him, followed by a 'crack' on his prominent nose, and then he felt two streams of warm, sticky liquid flowing from his mouth and neck.

He reached out to touch it, and it was blood!

At this moment, Yang Mo released the rim and gently jumped down from the shaking basket.

This dunk allowed him to fully experience the shocking effect of speed combined with strength.

If Iverson's previous drives were like a scalpel, sharp and precise, then the drives of the current Iverson, possessed by Yang Mo, were like a bullet, a bullet with explosive force, hitting the target and exploding, using explosive power to utterly destroy the opponent!

The referee quickly blew the whistle to signal that Yang Mo's score was valid, and then calmly called for the Lakers' medical staff to treat Fox's wound.

To the referees of the 1990s and early 2000s, this was no big deal. Which game didn't have some blood?

This kind of laissez-faire officiating only began to change after the NBA's globalization, and then the NBA entered a civilized era, an era of perimeter play, because any physical contact would result in a foul. During that time, top scorers like Kobe Bryant, Allen Iverson, Gilbert Arenas, Carmelo Anthony, Tracy McGrady, and LeBron James kept breaking scoring records.

"Hey, what just happened?" Lakers head coach Phil Jackson, looking incredulous, asked the assistant coach beside him. At this point, Phil Jackson was not yet the Zen Master; he still showed some facial expressions, unlike his later self, who always sat there with a poker face.

"Iverson dunked over Fox, sir!" the assistant coach answered honestly. "Fox looks seriously injured; his nose seems to be broken, and he's bleeding a lot."

"When did Iverson have that kind of strength?" Phil Jackson asked, puzzled. "Isn't that something only Shaq can do?"

Phil Jackson didn't know that the Iverson in front of him was no longer Iverson but someone else, and that person had the strength of Shaquille O'Neal.

At the same time, Fox, who was having his nose packed with cotton to stop the bleeding, said in shock to O'Neal beside him, "Shaq, I swear, when he hit me, it was even more powerful than when you hit me!"

... ...

Page flip AD starts

Page flip AD ends