Champion Creed-Chapter 909 - 300: I just took my eyes off him for a second and he fell asleep!? (Requesting for monthly tickets!)_3
Chapter 909: 300: I just took my eyes off him for a second and he fell asleep!? (Requesting for monthly tickets!)_3
Roger, of course, refused to be weak, and elbowed Artest’s lips during the position battle.
Artest’s mouth was instantly filled with the taste of blood, and his dwindling sanity threatened to burn out under the catalyst of the blood.
Andrae Patterson broke free of Rasheed Wallace’s grip on his shoulder, grabbed the rebound, and handed the ball to Roger.
Roger quickly counterattacked, knowing that once he scored a few more points to push the game into garbage time, it would all be over.
By then, those Detroit bastards would have no choice but to accept defeat.
Roger dribbles and sprints, Artest catches up to him and attempts a steal. But due to his impatience, Artest’s attempt is too reckless, easily evaded by Roger with a behind-the-back switch.
After bypassing Artest, Roger looks back once more, shaking his head while mocking Artest’s incompetence.
Artest attacks Roger again, but this time he doesn’t go for close defense or try to steal.
Now, he can’t hear the surrounding noise; his mind is completely filled with one voice: "Hit back! Hit back! Make that bastard who dares to humiliate you repeatedly die!"
Artest charges at Roger with full force, then lowers his shoulder for a bump, sending Roger flying!
Roger only feels a massive impact almost shattering his bones, his body suddenly airborne, losing weight, and heavily hitting the ground.
Due to the inertia from the tremendous force, Roger slides several meters on the floor before stopping.
The referee’s whistle blows, but Artest, after sending Roger flying, doesn’t stop; he continues charging towards Roger like a mad bull.
His emotions completely lost control just moments ago; now, he wants to do what he’s done countless times before.
Back in high school, he brutally beat his opponent for scoring too many points, and similar incidents have haunted his basketball career ever since.
From high school to college to the NBA, Artest has never controlled his emotions.
Tonight is no exception.
"Damn it, stop him!"
"God! That guy’s gone crazy, don’t let him near Roger!"
"Ron is still charging forward! He’s going to kill the Savior of Atlanta!"
Fans, commentators, and coaches all shouted in horror; if knocking down Roger still counts as a normal conflict, then when he knocked Roger down and continued charging at him like a predatory beast, everyone realized things were out of control.
Most conflicts in the NBA are resolved before they escalate, but Ron Artest genuinely intends to tear Roger apart!
The crowd quickly closes in on the two, Andrae Patterson tries to hold back Artest, only to be punched in the head by Rasheed Wallace from the side.
Artest knocking down Roger was a fuse, completely blowing up the gunpowder-scented atmosphere.
The two teams immediately brawled, with Artest unchecked, continuing to charge at Roger.
He now feels a strong sense of satisfaction; that damned number 14 bastard can no longer wear that contemptuous smile!
Fear! Bleed!
Roger quickly stands up, both sets of players are converging on Roger and Artest, but they certainly won’t make it before Artest pounces.
Between Roger and Artest, there will inevitably be a direct confrontation.
Artest speeds towards Roger, but as he just felt satisfied, his heart is quickly consumed by rage again.
Because he sees Roger’s proud stance and contemptuous smile again!
The reason for Artest’s sudden emotional outbreak is simply because he’s frustrated from losing.
He hopes to make up for the frustration of losing with an alternative method.
And fighting is the first thing a grandson and son of a boxer can think of.
He hopes to use this method to regain the dignity lost in the game, but Roger’s contemptuous smile appearing again made him lose face.
That bastard, how can he still smile!?
I must hit you until you can’t smile!
Roger prepares his stance, watching Artest getting closer, already prepared to unleash his power.
He wants to deliver a precise counterpunch, the most lethal punch of any boxing style. When the force of the punch collides with Artest’s incoming power, it’s enough to put the opponent to sleep on the spot.
Artest reaches Roger and swings his punch in anger, his brain completely overtaken by rage, neglecting to protect his head.
Or rather, he didn’t think, on the NBA court, someone would seriously consider using boxing tactics against him.
At the moment Artest swings, Roger slightly tilts his head, lowers his left side of gravity, and a gust of wind brushes past Roger’s side; it was Artest’s punch at close range. Had Roger’s shake and flash been half a second slower, he’d be the one on the ground now.
A counterpunch is like taking risks; it’s art with blood on the blade, either I eat your punch, or you get knocked down by me.
However, for Roger, who has insisted on hiring a professional boxing coach to train since entering the league in 1993, he clearly has more confidence in this extreme confrontation.
Sometimes, personal hobbies can play a critical role.
Dodging Artest’s punch, Roger uses his waist and abdomen to powerfully swing his right fist, perfectly hitting Artest’s incoming head.
Then, borrowing the force from the rotation, immediately delivers a cannon-like left fist that hits Artest’s head a second time.
Those rushing forward only hear two crisp "bang bang" sounds, as if an elephant was struck by a hunting rifle!
Artest’s head noticeably tilts back twice, with the punch exploding into a mist of sweat on his head.
