~Date: ~October 26th~

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Holding the ball with both hands, I used my huge butt to look at Ben. Wallace behind me, then quickly turned around, held Ben. Wallace with her left arm, pulled horizontally, and dribbled the ball towards the basket.

Ben Wallace kept squeezing me with his strong body, but as he moved quickly, it was difficult for him to exert force, so he could only stretch out his arms and keep reaching the basketball in my hand through my body.

Perhaps when I first entered the NBA, my dribble was not very good, my center of gravity was high, and I was easily cut off, but now I have been practicing high-intensity basic practice privately for almost two years, and my dribble ability has been greatly improved. Although I am still a long way from the dribble of those defenders, I am no longer the one who can concede the ball casually.

Ben Wallace's interference completely turned into useless work. I quickly approached the basket without any pause. I caught the basketball that was bounced up from the floor with both hands, jumped up hard, and held the basketball with both hands and dunked hard towards the rebound.

Ben Wallace jumped hard beside me. In the air, he stretched out his left hand and sealed the basketball in my hand hard. His body kept squeezing me in the air.

I could feel that his hand had reached the basketball in my hand. The basketball encountered Ben Wallace's blocking the ball when it rushed to the basket. I increased my strength again and poured it hard into the basket. But Ben Wallace on the opposite side also increased the strength in his hand.

"boom!"

Under Ben Wallace's interference, my dunk dunked on the basket and bounced straight out.

"Kaome jumped up and wanted to dunk. Ben Wallace has blocked it. The two of them are competing for strength. Kwame Brown dunked away. Ben Wallace defended Kwame Brown in this defense. Ben Wallace defended Kwame Brown with 201 cm Ben Wallace defended Kwame Brown with 213 cm Ben Wallace used this defense to tell Kwame Brown that he would only be a superstar if he could defend..." DJ at the scene screamed loudly...

I was blocked. Although the basketball was not fanned out by Ben Wallace, he successfully stopped my dunk. There was no time to sigh, no sadness, no disappointment, I turned around and ran towards the landing point of the basketball. The moment the basketball flew out of the sideline, I grabbed the basketball again.

Turning around, he was about to jump up gently, and a three-pointer outside the three-point line, but Mr. Ben Wallace had already pressed up tightly.

The Pistons' defensive players have arrived. Although the defense line they organized is still messy, I believe that in the next second, their defense line will become impregnable.

I didn't have time to waste it anymore. If I wasted it, it would only make the Wizards' offense more difficult. I raised the basketball with both hands and made a false move of jumping up and pulling out the jump shot in front of Ben Wallace, trying to shake Ben Wallace's 201 cm.

Ben Wallace moved, he jumped up, he couldn't stop jumping. If he didn't jump, his 201 cm height would not have any impact on my shot. He could only jump, otherwise my fake move would become a real shot.

Ben Wallace was in the air. I shook down and the waist passed by Ben Wallace. Facing the Pistons' messy defense line, as soon as I stepped into the paint area with my left foot, I jumped up hard, facing Clifford Robinson's defense, I held the ball in one hand, 2 meters away from the basket, and poured the basketball into the basket.

Clifford Robinson was an All-Star, but now he is 36 years old and he can no longer jump. He can only watch me stretch out my arms from the top of his head and dunk the basketball to the basket. This is a very humiliating dunk.

I smiled, I smiled brightly, and I will be unstoppable to this dunk.

I was very relaxed in the air. Just as the basketball was about to dunk into the basket, I suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind me, pulling me hard to the floor. The basketball that was about to dunk into the basket suddenly dunked on the basket. The basketball bounced high, and at the same time, my body suddenly pounced on Clifford Robinson's body, pounced Clifford Robinson to the ground, and I was pressing on him.

I turned my head and looked back. Ben Wallace was standing there with a calm face, raising his right hand, and signaling to the referee for a foul.

Carlos Boozer, Larry Hughes, Chauncey Billups, and Richard Hamilton rushed over and surrounded Ben Wallace in the middle and shouted at him. The movement just now was really too dangerous, and if you were not careful, you might be injured.

Ben Wallace stood there quietly, saying nothing, pointing at everyone with silence, Jerry Starkhouse, Chucky Atkins, and Cliff Williams of the Pistons got in and separated Ben Wallace and confronted everyone with Wizards, but everyone was yelling in their mouths. If it weren't for the referee, I believe this time would definitely cause a gang fight.

Foul! But it was not a technical foul. The referee gave Ben Wallace a chance, just to give us a second ball.

"Is this your trick? It's really trash!" I stood up and walked to Ben Wallace, trying hard to suppress my anger.

"I can't compare to your nobleness! But as long as I can defend your score!" Ben Wallace snorted coldly and countered coldly.

"I will beat you up!" Anger was stirring in my heart, and at this moment I had the idea of ​​slapping Ben Wallace.

"Then come on! I'm waiting for you!" Ben Wallace answered viciously, and after that, he walked to the left side of the paint area to prepare for rebounds.

I ignored Ben. Wallace stood on the husband's line and received the basketball that the referee passed from the bottom line. He glanced, patted carefully, adjusted a little, raised the basketball and shot it out.

The basketball hit the inside of the basket and bounced gently, making continuous collision sounds with the basket, and finally penetrated the net under the restrictions of the basket.

The first penalty was entered.

The referee passed the basketball over again. I took a deep breath, bent down, raised the basketball in my hand, and shot the basketball in my hand seriously again. This time the basketball went straight to a hollow.

Watching the basketball enter the net, I turned my head toward Ben Wallace, who was preparing to grab the rebound, and said: "Your foul cannot stop my scoring, this is proof!"

"Hmph!" Ben Wallace snorted coldly, without saying a word.

I stepped back and ran back to the backcourt, organized the defense line seriously, blocking Ben Wallace, and kept glancing at Chucky Atkins who was holding the ball, trying hard to judge Chucky Atkins' passing route.

Cliff Williams ran out to do pick-and-roll for Chucky Atkins, Chucky Atkins quickly interpolated, Richard Hamilton quickly made up for defense, and went deep into the Wizards' inside, Chucky Atkins passed the basketball to Jerry Starkhouse, who caused a misalignment defense.

Facing Chauncey Billups who were dislocated to defend, Jerry Starkhouse raised the basketball in his hand without hesitation and shot the basketball out of the three-point line.

Chauncey Billups defended well, Jerry Starkhouse's obviously shot was slightly shorter, I turned around quickly, and used my back to fight Ben Wallace behind me, blocked him behind me, used my physical advantage to jump high and grabbed the rebound with both hands, yelled, turned around in the air, ready to throw the basketball in my hand into the whole game and make a fast break.

Larry Hughes, Chauncey Billups, and Richard Hamilton were all running, and they left all the Pistons behind. As long as I pass the basketball at this time, the possibility of this fast break failure is almost 0.

But suddenly a lighter in my hand, and the basketball suddenly flew out of my hand. I was shocked. A guy wearing a No. 9 Piston jersey showed a mysterious smile on my left side.

I was intercepted. I didn't protect the basketball when I grabbed the rebound just now. I was caught by Chuckie Atkins, and I caught the ball again.

I quickly went to grab the fiery red elf, but Ben Wallace was half a position ahead of me and grabbed the basketball.

The Wizards' outside line had already played fast breaks. I was also slightly away from the basket while competing for rebounds. Ben Wallace slid sideways and went straight to the basket.

Ben Wallace jumped up and roared loudly, "I will dunk too!" His voice was hoarse and shrill, and his voice was filled with too much anger and reluctance.

I didn't seem to think anything. At that moment, my thinking seemed to pause. I just moved sideways and jumped high from behind Ben Wallace, stretched out my left arm from behind Ben Wallace, and slapped at Ben Wallace's basketball with both hands. It didn't matter whether the foul was fouled or not. What's important is that if my offense was defended by Ben Wallace, and Ben Wallace successfully dunked under my defense, it would be a great humiliation for me.

The hand undoubtedly had an intimate contact with Ben Wallace's hand holding the ball, and the crisp sound made everyone in the stadium hear a gentle sound.

I fouled, but Ben Wallace's dunk was slapped hard by me.

"You *** don't foul if you have the ability!" Ben Wallace turned his head and shouted at me, his voice full of anger, yes, I was sure enough that his voice was full of anger.

"Just you can foul, I can't foul!" I took a step forward and pressed Ben tightly with my head. Wallace's forehead counterattacked loudly.

"You shit..." Ben Wallace pressed me hard with his forehead, and began to curse in vain.

The anger spread rapidly. Before the anger blinded my brain, the referee separated us at the right time and gave us two a warning.

Ben Wallace stood on the husband's line angrily and received the basketball from the referee's bottom line. He did not adjust and pushed the basketball to the basket with anger, but his poor touch made the basket reject his request.

The second goal was Ben Wallace much more serious. After receiving the basketball from the referee, he aimed at the ball with both hands for 3 seconds before he reluctantly pushed the basketball out, but the basket still refused his shot.

"Although I still support Ben Wallace, I have to admit that there is a huge gap between Ben Wallace and Kwame Brown. At the basket, you have no use for fouls against Kwame Brown. He can accurately pass the basketball into the basket, but Ben Wallace is not. His poor touch limits his progress towards a first-class center..." Kenny Smith kept shaking his head and said regretfully on the sidelines.

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