NBA Tyrant

The referee stood in the middle, signaled the players from both sides, tossed the basketball in his hand, and quickly retreated.

Howard's eyes lit up, and he and O'Neal jumped almost at the same time, and each of them stretched out their long thick arms, crossed in the air, and slapped the basketball in the air together.

The

hands of the two unexpectedly hit the basketball at the same time.

Being in mid-air, feeling the huge force coming from the basketball, Howard looked serious, gritted his teeth, and followed with his big hands.

Howard didn't want to be overwhelmed by O'Neal and the Heat on the opening jump shot.

So there was a stalemate, and until the two hit the ground, neither of them controlled the ball, but Howard reacted slightly faster and flew the basketball again.

Using his high bounce speed and younger body, he jumps a second time and slaps the basketball behind his home.

In the opening jump ball, Howard took the lead in the game against O'Neal.

On the sidelines, Stern pushed his glasses with his hand, and a glint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Hahaha! Yes, yes, 32-year-old O'Neal lost to 19-year-old Howard, well done! Howard!"

Seeing O'Neal eating deflated on the jump ball, Barkley, as O'Neal's sworn enemy, felt extremely relieved.

"It's just a jumping ball, it doesn't mean anything, winning or losing a game has nothing to do with jumping balls.

Kenny Smith on the side naturally wanted to reply to Barkley.

Howard came to the waist position as usual, Francis came over with the ball, saw that O'Neal did not defend Howard closely, and easily passed the basketball to Howard.

"I heard that your kid hit the back very badly, come on, boy, hit me! Uncle Shaq is waiting for you!"

Seeing Howard get the ball, O'Neal opened his long arms and pressed his weight on Howard with his chest, with a disdainful expression on his face.

"Big shark, I'm doing what you want!" Howard

said, observing the Heat's defense, and the rest of the Heat didn't have the slightest intention of coming over to help.

It seems that the Heat's plan is to use O'Neal to defend me, consume me, cut me off from my teammates, and make it impossible for our Magic team to play a one-star system, thereby disintegrating our offense.

Thinking of this, Howard pushed O'Neal with his ass, trying to create some space between the two.

But although O'Neal looks bloated, his weight and strength are there, and as a dominant center, O'Neal is not so easy to be pushed away by Howard.

The two separated their jerseys and directly began to wrestle.

"Hey, little brat, aren't you breastfeeding!How are you lying on your stomach!Hit me on your back!"

listened to O'Neill's trash talk, although he knew that O'Neill let himself be beaten on his back, deliberately digging a hole for himself, and not allowing himself to score by other means.

But Howard, as a supernova center this year, also has his own pride, so even if he knew that O'Neal was calculating himself, Howard didn't think of using other offensive means.

"Are you a shrew scolding the streets? Girls chirping, it's so noisy!" Howard

spewed back a trash talk, intending to start directly with a three-stage fight, because the first attack, Howard only wanted to succeed.

Howard holds the ball in both hands and lowers his center of gravity.

"Howard is going to single O'Neal!" Barkley's eyes lit up.

"Shaq, don't give me face!" Barkley yelled at the Heat's home court, which immediately attracted the angry eyes of the home fans.

"Ahem, Barkley, you're the commentator, it's a national live broadcast now, watch your words. Kenny Smith reluctantly reminded Barkley of his partner who couldn't objectively explain the game.

Bang!

In a section, Howard and O'Neal, who used ninety percent of their strength, collided hard with their backs and chests, and O'Neal was hit by Howard's left foot and took a step back, but his body was not knocked away.

Bang!

"Heh!"

"Hmm..."

The second stage, with all his might, Howard did not give O'Neal time to buffer, although after a period of fighting, he was also shocked by the shock force, but Howard gritted his teeth, looked fierce, and his back, waist, knees, and ankles worked together.

After resisting the force of the countershock, it exploded quickly again

! O'Neal let out a soft snort in his nose, his expression was tough, and he still didn't retreat

! Bang!

"Roar!"

"Ahh

The loud collision of muscles and the wrestling of power between men completely stimulated the blood of the two, and strong hormones filled the audience.

This violent picture made the fans on the sidelines adrenaline rush and excited.

"Guard him off, great Shaq

!" "!"

...... Inside the field.

After the third back-to-back hit, Howard would make a move, and both men knew the rhythm of the fight, so after the final collision, both men went all out.

Howard, who was in mid-air, raised his right hand high, and used the broad shoulder width to make a hook hand through O'Neal.

O'Neal tried to sweep from the side with all his might in mid-air, stretching out his long arms and vowing to block Howard's hook shot.

O'Neal didn't succeed in blocking, the basketball hit the side of the basket, bounced up and hit the rebound, and luckily fell into the basket.

"Hey, hey, hey, big shark, what's going on, I'm in~ whoa!" Howard

clenched his hands into fists at his waist and swayed his shoulders mischievously at O'Neal, happily retreating all the way.

“...... This damn boy!"

[Damn! He pretended to be it, so angry!]

O'Neill frustratedly touched his chest that hurt a little, and turned to serve.

"Wow, Howard, this ball is so hard! You are one of the few centers I have seen other than Da Yao who can slap O'Neal's hard, tsk!"

Francis walked over and high-fived, shook his head and sighed.

"Pretty and beautiful! That's it! Howard, let's blow up O'Neal's stupid big guy!" Barkley threw his fist frantically when he saw Howard score on O'Neal's head.

Kenny Smith scratched his forehead speechlessly.

In the audience, Stern smiled slightly, nodded imperceptibly, and his face was calm.

[Howard, this kid is really good, now at a young age facing O'Neal on the inside, he can score O'Neal alone, hehehe! Now it seems that except for Da Yao in the west, few people can do it. ]

The offense and defense on the court switched, and the Heat team deliberately gave the ball to O'Neal, with obvious meaning, that is, to teach O'Neal a good lesson and learn a good lesson to the proud Howard and respond with a goal.

"Shaq, come on! Let me see the strength of the so-called No. 1 center!" Howard

scored, and his heart was high at this point.

"Very good, little brat, you've managed to me off!"

O'Neal grabbed the basketball with one hand, also observing the Magic's defense.

"Come here, old center! I'm going to see how much gas you have in your tank

!" "FK!" "Make

sure no one will come over to help defend the bag, O'Neal turned his back and squeezed Howard with his fat ass with anger.

Although Howard was spewing trash words happily, Howard didn't dare to be careless at all, and immediately squatted slightly to resist O'Neal.

Bang! Bang!

"Hmm... Not... Damn! Damn!"

[How is it possible!]

Seeing that he couldn't defend himself with his chest alone, Howard immediately leaned on O'Neal's waist with both hands, trying to use the powerful thrust to resist O'Neal.

But O'Neal ignored Howard's top defense at all, and chased Howard all the way like a super-heavy bulldozer.

When he came to the penalty area, O'Neal turned quickly and nimblely, swept past Howard, pulled out the space, and held the basketball to make a one-handed dunk.

"Don't think about it!"

Seeing that O'Neill was going to dunk through himself, Howard's eyes widened with anger, which Howard would never allow.

However, Howard did not reach for the basketball, but cleverly placed his big palm in front of the basket.

As long as O'Neal wants to dunk, this anti-dunk method can 100% intercept when the opponent dunks.

However, this method is very risky, and if the opponent is much stronger than you, then the risk of the entire palm being pressed against the basket and broken is very high.

But now Howard can't care so much, Howard doesn't want to be dunked in the ring, and Howard is confident in his own strength.

O'Neal, who was originally confident that he could complete a violent heavy dunk, saw the big hand that appeared in front of the basket, and thought of the strength of the two evenly matched on the basketball in mid-air when he jumped the ball before.

O'Neal had a sparkle in his head, and in the end he didn't choose to come hard, and his right hand that grabbed the ball was retracted, and he changed from a dunk to a small throw.

Ball

in.

"What's the matter, little brat, where is your defense? Why don't I feel someone defending me?"

"Shaq, you're definitely more than 147 kilograms, absolutely!" Howard

looked at O'Neill with displeasure.

[MD, I can't stand the big shark, O'Neill definitely lied about his weight, saying that I believe 160 kilograms. Damn, my lower limbs are too long and not thick enough, which makes the lower game look too light and unstable against a super heavy center like O'Neal.

"Hmm, guess!"

O'Neill folded his hands back, not at all in reply.

"Yo, rookie, you don't really think you can defend against O'Neill alone! Tsk! What a beautiful thought! Go home and eat more milk!

Hearing Haslem's words, Howard directly lowered his face and stared at Haslem's back.

[What's more, O'Neal is a historic center, and he spews trash talk with me, that's nothing, he has something to respect, but where did Haslem, where did you come out of this, and dare to bark in front of me?].