NBA Tyrant

Francis in the air was full of shock and panic, but he watched the basketball get out of his hand weakly, and his body involuntarily fell backwards because of the confrontation in the air.

With nowhere to borrow strength in the air, Francis was left with only a blank space in his mind, and his right hand subconsciously went down, trying to find a support point.

Fortunately, Francis's sense of self-protection is good, and when he landed, his right hand took the lead in supporting the floor, which played a cushioning role to avoid the first landing of his back and head, otherwise Francis would definitely suffer a lot of injuries because of the unbalanced fall of this confrontation.

But even so, Francis's butt was still in close contact with the floor, which made Francis feel a little numb, and his palms and wrists were a little tingling.

Francis gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but after trying, the pain in his body and the fear of secondary damage caused by moving his body, Francis could only give up and lay on the floor on the ground without moving, no longer wanting to stand up immediately.

And Howard, after pressing Francis, grabbed the basketball with both hands like nothing and handed it to Nelson, who was following him.

"Attack, run, run!" Howard yelled at his teammates.

After roaring, Howard glanced down at Francis coldly, with mockery on the corner of his mouth.

"Welcome to the no-fly zone, F-Boss!" Howard

knew very well what Francis wanted to do on his head just now, if he was just an ordinary interior player, maybe he would have been ruthlessly humiliated by Francis at this time, as a background board.

This is something that Howard absolutely can't bear, no one wants to complete a violent dunk on his head, no one can.

After saying that to Francis, Howard immediately ran to the front court, ready to participate in the offense.

And Cato, who was beside Howard, did not run back to defend, but stood in front of Francis and looked at Francis worriedly, "Francis, how are you, are you

okay!" "It's okay, just slow down, damn it, this damn boy, I must give him a good look!" Francis clenched his hands, grimaced his face, and looked back at Howard who ran away through gritted teeth.

On the other side, Nelson had already dribbled the ball into the three-point line, looking at Stevenson who ran to the bottom corner, and Garrity who was outside the three-point line at a 45-degree angle, and the rookie Nelson was a little hesitant about who to pass to.

And just in the middle of hesitation, the old cat Mobley, who quickly returned to defense, had already stopped in front of Nelson, using the advantage of height and arm length to use death winding on Nelson to lock the immature Nelson, so that Nelson could not move forward and play the ball.

As Nelson struggled to defend the basketball and try to find a teammate, he heard a voice that seemed like heaven to him.

"Nelson, here!"

Howard had already sprinted over from the backcourt, saw Nelson being defended, and signaled Nelson to pass the ball to him in time.

Nelson didn't hesitate and threw the ball back towards Howard.

Howard received a pass from Nelson two steps outside the three-point line, dribbled, came to the three-point line, took a leap, stepped on the free throw line, jumped with both feet, and used the inertia of the sprint to ignore Andrew and Bradley under the basket.

With both feet exerting force, Howard jumped high, grabbed the basketball in his hand with his right hand, and pulled it back, and the whole person was like a full bow in the air.

Howard stared at the basket with serious eyes, from looking up at the basket, to jumping up, to getting closer and closer to the basket, to the basket being at eye level with himself.

At the highest point, he was already a head taller than the basket, and when he was about to fall, Howard smashed the basketball in his right hand into the basket fiercely.

With a loud bang, the basket was pulled and deformed by the huge force, as if it was about to be separated from the rebound, and it let out a squeaky moan.

The two who were originally preparing to defend under the basket saw Howard jump up directly and move forward to make a heavy dunk, so they dodged away early to avoid making Howard a background board.

Although the two of them succeeded in not becoming the background board, the two intuitively saw on the side that Howard's head far exceeded the basket, and the two looked at Howard who fell to the ground with shocked faces.

"Oh buy ga! oh buy ga! oh what do I see? oh my god!" Nelson was near the three-point line, his hands clutching his head, his face in disbelief, so explosive, too incredible.

A group of people on the sidelines applauded excitedly while sending their own exclamations and shouts.

From the sidelines, they could see it clearly, from Francis who Howard jumped on the spot and pressed his hat to prepare for the tomahawk split, to sprinting to the frontcourt, catching the ball, striding and jumping, and finally ending with a powerful heavy dunk.

The whole process of violence, the ultimate aesthetics, made their adrenaline rush up.

After landing, Howard was happy and comfortable, looking at the cheering crowd on the sidelines, although it was only the team's staff, the number was not large, unlike the regular season when there were many fans sitting on the sidelines, but Howard still yelled at the sky, crossed his arms, and showed his extremely strong biceps.

"Wow, wow, oh my God, Howard, you're going to heaven! You're jumping too high! You're too strong! I feel like you're going to tear the basket off!" Garridi ran over to Howard and banged Howard's chest to celebrate the shocking dunk.

"Haha, yes! Yes! I can see clearly, Howard's head is far over the basket, this kid can't touch the edge of the rebound! No one in the NBA can do it!" Stevenson jumped next to Howard excitedly.

Head coach Johnny and general manager Wiesbrod had involuntarily stood up and stared at Howard, who was celebrating with his teammates, with excitement and confident ambition in their expressions.

The two glanced at each other, both understood each other's meaning, and felt more relieved and firm in their hearts about the decision to build a system around Howard.

Francis and Cato, who were still sitting on the other side of the field, also had an indelible shock on their faces.

"Francis, it looks like this Howard is really strong!" Cato said a little dumbfounded.

"Hmph!" Francis snorted unhappily when he heard Cato's voice, "Help me up, TNND, I'm going to kill him!" "

Francis, you can't fight, you'll be punished by the team and the league!" Cato picked up Francis, but didn't let go, still holding Francis's hand hard.

"What do you think, I don't fight, I'll teach him a lesson in the way of a basketball game!" Francis frowned and glared at Cato, he was not a rookie who had just debuted, he had just experienced a team change, and his temper was not so impulsive and brainless.

At this time, Hill blew the whistle and signaled a timeout, then walked up to Francis and asked about Francis's condition, and the team's team doctor also stepped forward to check on Francis, who had already stood up.

"It's okay, it's just that my wrist may have some pain because of the force just now, and when my butt just hit the ground, it was a little numb, and now I don't feel it, it's good!" Francis still respects the doctor and said his condition seriously.

"I suggest you stop the game and take a scan of your wrist and crotch first, just to be on the safe side! The team doctor examined it and gave his own conclusions.

"No, I know my situation very well, and I will be able to relieve my wrist pain in a while!" Francis refused directly, thinking that he wanted to teach Howard a good lesson and win the training game, how could he just leave in embarrassment.

"Hey...... You ......" Before the team doctor could finish speaking, Francis had already run away and was ready to return to his backcourt to continue the game.

When Howard heard Hill's whistle, he stopped celebrating with his teammates, saw Hill running to Francis's side, and ran over with the team doctor, thinking that Francis was not lightly injured because of the confrontation just now, and immediately walked towards Francis.

But before Howard approached, he saw Francis running towards his bottom line with a cold face, and Howard was about to ask Francis if he was okay, but he saw Francis looking up with his head, looking at himself with a vulture in his eyes, and running away with him silently.

Howard narrowed his eyes and glanced sideways at Francis, it seemed that a block and a dunk in the opening game completely angered Francis, but so what, even if I let the horse come, I will take it all, Francis, you are proud, but I am more proud than you.

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Francis, who received the serve, had an extremely calm face, and the ruthless expression just now was completely gone, and he began to organize his teammates to settle and run at halftime.

"Cato, come here and pick it up!" Francis shouted to Cato on the inside.

Cato immediately moved outside the three-point line, facing Nelson, and made a personal wall to block Nelson firmly, and Francis used the pick-and-roll to get rid of Nelson and face Howard who switched defenses.

"Nelson, change the guard, don't come over, hold Cato!" Howard stared at Francis and shouted for Nelson to go to Cato, "Francis, come on, there's a kind of one-on-one with me

!" "That's what I mean!" Francis was too lazy to say, pulling Howard to the outside, and began to constantly change the pace and rhythm, which was unpredictable.

Howard lowered his center of gravity, this Francis seems to be going to make a big move, his movement speed is definitely not comparable, but he has height and long arms, as well as bullet speed, he can put a certain distance to defend his shots, focus on defending his breakthrough, he just needs to be careful not to be deceived by his feints, lose the center of gravity of defense, steady, cover the defensive range.

Seeing Francis speed up the pace of dribbling, Howard lowered his center of gravity slightly, always staring at people and balls, Howard didn't expect to steal at all.

Suddenly, Francis broke through with his left hand, which was like lightning, Howard didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly moved his steps sideways to catch up with Francis, but then, Howard saw Francis use a faster speed, changed his hand under his crotch and changed direction, and changed his right hand to break through.

Damn, don't want to break through so easily.

Howard grabbed his body hard, exerted force with his left foot, and continued to follow Francis.