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Chapter 101 Seal the throat with one sword (Part 1)

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    "Defense!"

    The fans stood up and shouted in unison, and the ultra-high decibels echoed in the stadium with great momentum.

    Nowitzki relied on Nene, the German tank that was at a disadvantage in terms of strength. At this time, he stabilized his center of gravity, turned around while fighting, and used the change in position to slowly move to the inside.

    Nene opened her body and pushed hard against Nowitzki.

    With 5 seconds left in the attack time, Nowitzki advanced to the center position on the right, nearly two meters away from the basket, and it was here that he launched his attack.

    First, he made a feint to the left, then made a sharp turn to the right. After successfully attracting Nene's center of gravity to move, Nowitzki then suddenly turned sharply to the left.

    When Nene saw Nowitzki's action, a look of surprise flashed across his face, but fortunately, he was stable at the bottom. At this moment, he just pulled back his center of gravity and flew to interfere with Nowitzki.

    Nowitzki was slightly surprised to see Nene actually pull back, but his movements did not stop. After turning around, he leaned back and stood on one foot.

    The golden rooster is independent!

    Nene immediately had a bitter look on her face.

    Nowitzki flicked his wrist and the ball was released.

    There is no interference at all inside.

    The ball passed through a high parabola and then fell towards the net bag.

    "Whoops!"

    With a crisp sound, Nowitzki scored two points!

    "pretty!"

    Varrel couldn't help shouting, and his hands suddenly clenched into fists.

    "Dirk's move really hit the league." Drexler also said with emotion.

    The fans at the scene were dumbfounded. Nowitzki's ball was like a bucket of cold water poured on their heads.

    "Quick! Advance to half-court!" D'Antoni shouted desperately at this moment.

    Bell picked up the ball and immediately threw it to Anthony, who moved forward with lightning speed.

    The Mavericks players also retreated quickly.

    Anthony advanced to halftime and immediately called the Nuggets' final timeout.

    There are 7.3 seconds left in the game, and the Nuggets are 3 points behind. The Nuggets still have a chance to attack. If they score, they hope to enter overtime. If they don't score, they will basically lose the game.

    Nene walked down the field with a frustrated look.

    Anthony saw Nene's expression, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him: "Hey, Nene, don't worry, your defense is already in place. No one can guard that ball. We still have a chance."  .¡±

    "Yeah." Nene nodded, but she still looked in a bad mood.

    "In the next round, Nene, Dikembe, and Gerrard will all go down. Wang, Kyle, and Adrien will go up. Come here, look here, wait a moment"

    D¡¯Antoni then laid out his tactics.

    "The goal that determines the outcome, Dirk's goal, puts all the pressure on the Nuggets. Don't think about their next round, the Mavericks will pounce on the outside. This ball is even harder to hit than before."  Rexler commented.

    Varrier nodded, and then started to make a big guess: "I don't know who will shoot this ball, the most stable Kyle? Or the savior Melo who has saved the Nuggets once?"

    Before he finished speaking, the 20-second pause came and the players from both sides quickly returned to the court.

    The Nuggets actually pushed Wang Zhizhi to the C position, and the other four were all outsiders. It can be said that they basically gave up the chance of offensive rebounds. It seemed that they were ready to fight to the death.

    The Mavericks have not made any personnel adjustments and are still the same five players before the timeout.

    After the timeout, the Nuggets' frontcourt sideline ball was served by Miller on the left wing.

    Korver and Bell, the four Nuggets players are all nestled in the three-second zone.

    "Beep!"

    With the referee's whistle, the Nuggets players began to use each other's pick-and-roll to run outside.

    The first one to run out was Bell. He used the pick-and-roll between Wang Zhizhi and Anthony to quickly come out from the left. However, he raised his hands and ran away with a feint shot. Obviously this was a bait.

    The Mavericks were not fooled;.

    Anthony approached Wang Zhizhi at this time and said, "Wang, don't be too nervous. Mike won't blame you for missing the free throw. Relax and try to take a deep breath."

    "Well, thank you." Wang Zhizhi nodded and smiled.

    The Nuggets replaced Bell and Miller with Mutombo and Nene to maintain their ability to compete for the frontcourt.

    Wang Zhizhi walked to the free throw line.

    The fans at the scene all held their breaths, and nearly 20,000 people stared at Wang Zhizhi. This Chinese, who was about to be abandoned by the league, now shoulders the important task of saving the Nuggets.

    Anthony looked at Wang Zhizhi and felt nervous for him. At such a critical moment, he would probably be very nervous when he went up. After all, there were more than 20,000 pairs of eyes staring at him.

    The referee held the ball, stretched out three fingers to indicate three free throws, and then gave the ball to Wang Zhizhi.

    Wang Zhizhi got the ball, slapped it on the ground twice, took a deep breath, glanced at the basket and shot it.

    The arc of the ball was a little high, and the glasses of more than 20,000 people in the audience were all staring at the ball with a slight arc.

    "Whoops!"

    "yeah!¡­¡­"

    The ball fell steadily into the net bag. Almost at the moment the goal was scored, the fans at the scene burst into strong cheers.

    Anthony also breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Wang Zhizhi's mentality has been adjusted well.

    The referee took the ball and then made a 2 gesture, indicating that there were still two free throws.

    The cheers of the fans at the scene stopped for a moment, and then became quiet again. They once again focused their attention on the court, fearing that any noise would affect Wang Zhizhi's free throws.

    Wang Zhizhi took a deep breath and made a shooting posture again.

    The same action.

    The ball still drew a high parabola and flew towards the basket.

    but.

    ¡°Bang!¡±

    There was a crisp sound of hitting the iron, and Wang Zhizhi's second free throw shot came out of the basket.

    There was an uproar at the scene.

    D¡¯Antoni originally crossed his hands and looked at the Mavericks half court. Now when he saw that Wang Zhizhi didn¡¯t make a free throw, he couldn¡¯t help but reach out and cover his face.

    Wang Zhizhi¡¯s face was instantly filled with annoyance.

    At this moment, the referee made a "1" gesture, indicating that Wang Zhizhi had another free throw opportunity.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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