NBA Tyrant

At 8 p.m., in the Pepsi Center arena in Denver, Howard sat in front of the technical table, poured magnesium powder in his hands, and looked at the fans in the distance, his big hands slowly scrubbing.

Thinking back to when he first got off the plane, Howard couldn't help but shake his head and felt a little funny.

The city of Denver, located in the beautiful highland region, does feel as if the air is a little thinner than other places, whether it is his previous life or the current Howard, he has never been to the plateau.

So when Howard got off the plane, he just took a breath of cold air and felt a noticeable difference, the cold in Denver and Orlando was completely different.

Howard, who was wearing short down and open the zipper, was blown by the cold wind, and his body shivered twice unconsciously, and he quickly shrank back into the plane.

In order not to catch a cold, Howard also borrowed a scarf from the staff and carefully wrapped himself tightly, this stunned action was instantly ridiculed by a group of old players.

On the other side of the court, Anthony sat on the bench, saw Howard sitting on the technical table, his eyes were fixed, he thought for a while, got up and walked over.

"Hey, rookie, are you ready to be spanked by me tonight?"

Anthony looked at Howard haughtily, with disdain in his eyes.

Howard felt a man standing on his left, and turned his head to look at the voice.

"Anthony, I advise you to stay on the outside like a soft egg and shoot, don't go inside, otherwise... You will, die!"

who wouldn't be trash-talking, Howard replied to Anthony with the same grim expression.

"Hahaha, ouch, I'm so scared!God!I'm threatened by a rookie!Oh~snort!I'm not even afraid of being shot in the head, do you think I'm going to be afraid of you?,"

Anthony, with a sneer on his face, turned around and walked to the court, with a cold glint in his eyes.

The referee was already signaling for players from both sides to enter the pitch at this time.

The first offense was still won by Howard's jump ball, and after entering the interior line, Howard and Marcus Camby faced each other.

Although Marcus Camby is 211 tall and has a decent breakout of defending ordinary interior and guards, he only weighs more than 100 kilograms, which is really not enough in front of Howard.

Howard easily stuck Camby, and after receiving a pass from Francis, he directly hit it with his back, squeezing Camby step by step to move inside.

Because the Nuggets players are all led to the other side by their teammates, Howard only needs to pay attention to Nuggets guard Buckner, who is defending Francis, to prevent him from picking up the ball.

Following the rhythm of his back-to-back play, Howard squeezed Camby and looked sideways to the basket, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Buckner running over.

[Hmph! This first ball, no one will try to stop me! I am bound to win!]

hit Camby again with a quick and hard back, and after knocking Camby away, Howard collected the ball and turned around before Buckner reached out to pull the ball, bending his knees.

"Oh!"

Howard leaped high at the retreating Camby.

Camby, who was hit by Howard and retreated again and again, was very unhappy in his heart, seeing that Howard was about to clasp his hands violently, he was very unwilling, regardless of the difference in height and strength between the two.

He took two steps towards Howard's small assistant, and jumped up, raising his left hand high, just to give Howard a sturdy big hat.

But Camby clearly overestimated his bounce arm span and underestimated Howard's bounce height.

After the two collided in the air, Camby's large outstretched hand would only be able to touch Howard's left forearm.

Seeing that he couldn't block it, Camby was ruthless in the face, grabbed Howard's left forearm directly, and pulled it down fiercely.

"Hmph!"

was dragged to the arm, and his body in mid-air began to lean back, and Howard was also ruthless, holding the ball with both hands and immediately changing to his right hand to grab the ball with one hand.

The left hand was released, and before his body was completely unbalanced, Howard slammed his right hand towards the basket at a distance and smashed it down with all his might.

Bang dang

!beep

~!"Ah~!ah~!"Ah~!

!" After grabbing the basket with one hand to stabilize his body, Howard who landed on the ground clenched his hands and raised his head to the sky and roared

! "You can't stop me! Skinny!"

Howard glared at Camby and walked to the free throw line, and in less than 20 seconds of the opening game, he successfully made the Nuggets' defensive stalwart carry a foul.

The

Nuggets attacked, naturally, the first offense was executed by Anthony, the absolute core.

In the face of Hill's defense, Anthony used his almost unanimous three-threat spying step with the shaking of his shoulders, constantly deceiving Hill's defensive center of gravity left and right.

But Hill is a veteran player who has been galloping for many years, and he will not be easily deceived by Anthony's feints, and the 32-year-old Hill has long become an old fritter and is in front of Anthony.

Seeing that there was no chance to break through, Anthony changed his plan, signaled Camby to come out to cover, and after blocking the dismantle, he directly faced Howard.

"Come on, Anthony, come on, let me see how you beat me!" Howard

spread his arms and made an arrogant gesture with his fingers.

"FK! rookie trash, then I'll do what you want!" Seeing

Howard's arrogant provocation, Anthony's anger ignited instantly, and he stared at Howard.

"Anthony, kill him!" At

this time, a fan sitting next to the bench saw Howard, who dared to be arrogant at the Nuggets home court, and his eyes were also burning with rage, shouting outside the court.

Anthony leaned down and dribbled with his hands left and right, slowly approaching Howard.

In this attitude, it is very easy to start and make breakthroughs.

Howard seriously lowered his center of gravity again, spread his long arms, expanded his defensive range, and waited for the battle.

Anthony's left and right direction began to widen, and the pace of the dribble slowed down, after Howard inadvertently made a brief break to the left.

With the power of his feet and a quick change of direction, Anthony chose to break through Howard's defense from a position close to the middle.

In the blink of an eye, Anthony came to Howard's side, and as long as Howard reacted a little slower, Anthony would be able to pull Howard away some of the next moment.

It's a pity, whether it is a reaction or a burst of footsteps, Howard, who is also very young, is not slow to move, and quickly turns around and follows Anthony's side closely.

Now that Howard isn't on the inside, a single Turkoglu on the front is simply not enough to deter Anthony defensively.

Anthony gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength on his feet again, and looked up at the basket with determination in his eyes.

When stepping one step outside the reasonable impact zone, Anthony jumped on one foot and raised the basketball with his right hand, ignoring Howard at his side and Tekoglou holding his hands in the front of him.

Howard jumped high on his heels and slapped his long arm straight at Anthony's right hand holding the ball.

Standing outside the reasonable impact zone, Turkoglu was hit by Anthony's momentum and then slid backwards off the baseline.

Anthony's body in mid-air was blocked and turned forward because of the imbalance in the air, and in order to hold the basketball in his hand, he took his right hand back.

This action unexpectedly made Howard's long arm successfully fan the air.

[Huh, dodged?]

Howard was confident that he could be 100% blocked.

Anthony couldn't think about dunking anymore when he lost his center of gravity, and he couldn't make any layup movements, and when he saw Kenyon Martin in the empty position out of the corner of his eye, he subconsciously passed it out.

Kenyon Martin, who received the ball, chose to take a step forward because he had no shooting ability, holding the ball in both hands and preparing to dunk.

However, Kenyon Martin forgot that in front of him, there was Howard, who had just landed.

I saw Howard jump directly for the second time, and with the strength of one arm, he pressed Kenyon Martin, who was holding the ball in both hands, from the air, and also made Kenyon Martin take two steps back after landing.

The basketball that fell together hit Kenyon Martin's knee and flew off the baseline.

Howard stood in the arena and turned his head to look at Anthony who had fallen to the floor.

"up, hehe! It's funny!".