Chapter 181 Iron-Blooded Basketball? Am I afraid?

Author: Chief Disciple of the Beggar Clan

Chapter 181 Iron-Blooded Basketball? Am I afraid?

Toyotama, who originally thought of chasing points by improving his rhythm, seems to be hastening to death.

Toyotama's coach Nayama Muramasa saw that the players on the field did not slow down the attack speed because the score difference was slowly widening, and he was extremely anxious. However, at this time, he still did not choose to call a timeout, but watched quietly.

The players were struggling on the court.

Toyotama's team members are so proud. Even if they face a team like Shohoku, even if they are nearly twenty points behind, their players are still full of fighting spirit and their attack speed has not dropped at all. Nayama Muramasa is very

Clearly, if a timeout is called at this time, Team Toyotama will be frustrated.

With the current state of the players, even if a timeout is called, these players will not listen to him properly after returning to the rest area. They may even blame him, the coach, for calling a timeout at this time to interrupt their "counterattack."

As for whether Toyotama can really fight back, that's not important. What's important is that Toyotama's team members themselves feel that they are fighting back!

Toyotama had the ball. In the middle of the court, Nanretsu successfully got a shot with the help of Kishimoto Minori's high pick-and-roll. Jinguji Budo was slightly blocked by Kishimoto. He could not catch up immediately and could only watch Nanlie.

Lie shot from a high position.

"Whoa!" With a soft sound, Nan Lie made a shot. After successfully scoring the ball, Nan Lie quickly called on the players to start to defend.

The Jinguji Martial Arts side didn’t care about the gain or loss of a goal. As for playing ball, even Martial Arts couldn’t beat Nan Lie to a point. After all, this kid was quite smart and didn’t have the strength to break through the Martial Arts defense line.

After conceding two goals at the beginning and knowing the gap between the two, Nan Lie knew how to call for help from his teammates.

"Come on, hit this ball back!"

Miyagi Ryota controlled the ball and slowly advanced toward the frontcourt, shouting to his teammates as he walked. Miyagi Ryota, who had been focusing on the court, did not realize that he was almost about to be replaced by coach Anzai.

At this time, in the Xiangbei rest area, Mumu Gongting, who had just finished warming up, had already sat back on the bench.

Coach Anxi has no intention of replacing him.

Shohoku's offensive speed began to be consciously controlled by Budo's reminder. Miyagi Ryota took six or seven seconds to bring the ball across the half court, and then chose to pass the ball sideways to Hisashi Mitsui.

Mitsui Hisashi was not in a hurry when he got the ball, and waited for the gap in the attack. Seeing that Mitsui Hisashi had no intention of releasing the ball, Budo ran to his side and helped him set up a pick-and-roll.

With Budo's pick-and-roll, Mitsui Hisashi was less anxious to break through. With the cover of Budo, he moved along the three-point arc to the top of the arc. Seeing that his opponent failed to pursue the defense immediately, after reaching the top of the arc, he directly hit the three-point arc.

Shooting from beyond the arc.

Toyotama's defense is actually a bit broken in the eyes of Budo and others. Their defense adopts a standard 23 zone defense, with only two defensive players on the outside. But the offensive players on Shohoku's outside are

Jinguji Budo and Mitsui Hisashi, no matter who they are, can defeat their opponents in a one-on-one confrontation.

Now the two are even covering each other, which gives the offensive player with the ball enough time to adjust his shooting posture. Mitsui Hisami Toyotama concentrates his defensive power on the inside, so there is no idea of ​​rushing to the basket. Choice

Long range projection as a finishing touch.

"Whoa!" With a soft sound, the basketball flew across half of the court and fell into the net.

After Mitsui Hisahi scored, Budo smiled and high-fived his opponent, then quickly retreated on defense.

"If the game continues like this, it will be easy to win."

"Xiao San has already shot away, and Nan Lie has suffered losses at my hands before, so he won't let me go to defend against Xiao San."

"As long as you continue to use this style of play, Mitsui Hisashi's attack power will be completely released."

"His firepower is enough to support Xiangbei!"

Budao thought in his mind and began to direct the positioning of his teammates. Fengyu, who had no chance for a fast break, still dribbled the ball non-stop through half the court, and then the basketball was given to Nanlie's hands.

As soon as Nan Lie caught the basketball, Jinguji Budo already appeared in front of him, covering Nan Lie's sight with one hand and raising the other hand in a defensive posture.

"Damn it. This bastard!"

Faced with Budo's defense, Nan Lie was a little irritated. Although he scored a few goals with the help of his teammates, so far in the game, he had not scored a few points in front of Budo. During the prefectural competition in Osaka

His scoring average can reach 36 points per game, but today's game has been played for more than ten minutes, and he has only scored 5 points in total.

To say that he is a marginal role player, scoring these five points is very good, but he is not a role player. He is the main scorer of Toyotama High School. He is the team's ace who enjoys the most ball rights.

If you get 5 points, what does that count?

And at this point in the game, Nanlie already knew clearly that if he couldn't rely on his own strength to score in front of Jinguji Martial Arts, it would be a matter of time before their Toyotama High School lost, and he would never allow such a thing to happen.

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He also wanted to use run-and-gun tactics to lead Toyotama to win the national championship and rectify Coach Kitano's name. He would never allow Toyotama to fall here, in the second round of the national competition.

"If you're brave enough, just try to defend me!"

Nan Lie felt furious and quickly dropped the ball to break through. At the same time, his breakthrough movements became much larger. He dropped the ball with his right hand and made a less obvious elbow-raising movement with his left hand. If the referee hadn't stood too far away, his movement would definitely be blocked.

A foul was called, but unfortunately, the referee stood a little far away and did not notice Nan Lie's little move.

Nan Lie's original intention was to use such an action to force Martial Arts not to pursue the defense immediately, but as soon as he dropped the ball and broke through, the figure of Jinguji Martial Arts quickly appeared in front of him.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Wu Dao, who was calm and focused, was immediately hit by Nan Lie's elbow on his chest. The moment huge power poured into Wu Dao's chest, a powerful counterattack was also transmitted to Nan Lie.

The dribbling rhythm of Nan Lie was affected, and Budo stepped forward to try to steal it, but the alert Nan Lie held the ball in his arms, stood firm, and quickly passed the ball.

"This guy was clearly hit by my elbow just now! How can he still keep up?" Nan Lie looked at the dark and plain martial arts of Jingu Temple in front of him, and his heart was shaking.

He originally just wanted to scare Wu Dao, hoping that the opponent would not follow up immediately, but what he didn't expect was that Wu Dao didn't seem to notice him raising his elbow. Not only did he rush forward without any scruples, but he almost completed the steal.

This was something Nanlie never expected.

"Iron-blooded basketball. I already experienced it when I was in junior high school."

"And you are so childish at this level, Nan Lie!"

Budo seemed to have noticed Nan Lie's surprise. While looking at Kishimoto Minori who was cooperating with his team members to attack in the distance, he stood in front of Nan Lie to prevent him from getting another chance to catch the ball.

He is not a thin young man like Fujima. If the person defending Nan Lie now was Fujima, he might have been hit in the head or chin by this elbow and lost his fighting ability. But Wu Dao is taller than Nan Lie.

At most, his hidden elbow strikes could only hit his chest.

And to be honest, the elbow hit just now was already very strong in Nan Lie's opinion, but when it actually hit Martial Arts, it was not even as powerful as Shinomiya Tano's standard back blow.

That guy's beating was really terrifying. If we talk about strength alone, every back attack from the opponent was far more powerful than Nan Lie's elbow attack. That bastard Shinomiya Tano could only resist but had no choice but to fight with martial arts.

Martial arts are afraid of physical confrontation, so Nan Lie wants him to flinch with such a level of elbow attack? How is this possible!

Nan Lie did not answer, glanced at Martial Arts, remained silent and did not speak, standing aside to watch the team members attack.

"Cang!" As Toyotama's center resisted Akagi's defense and missed the shot, Chiba collected the rebound. Shohoku left and began to counterattack.

During the counterattack, Xiangbei no longer suppressed the speed of the attack. The group of people rushed to the frontcourt without much effort. The basketball was transmitted from Miyagi to Budao's hands. Budao received the ball and ignored the pursuit of Nanlie and others and cut into the basket.

Scored an easy layup.

His jumping and height are much higher than Nan Lie's. Even if Nan Lie completes the defense immediately, he will not be able to have any impact on the martial arts that has already joined the ball.

As the basketball hit the net, the audience burst into cheers.

Nan Lie glanced at the scoreboard, which was dark and gloomy.

The offense and defense switched, and Toyotama High School started to attack again.

As they entered the frontcourt, the basketball once again came into Nan Lie's hands. This time, there was no hesitation on Nan Lie's face. Jinguji Budao's words not only angered him, but also made him completely distraught.

scruples.

"Bang!" As the basketball fell, Nan Lie stood up to break through. His ball protector no longer had irregular movements, but blatantly raised his elbow and aimed hard at Jinguji Martial Arts.

Face greeting.

However, what surprised him was that the sudden elbow strike during his breakthrough did not hit Wu Dao. It was obvious that he was about to hit the opponent's face, but Wu Dao's head suddenly tilted back and he easily dodged his elbow blow.

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Although the elbow attack was unsuccessful, Nan Lie also naturally found a breakthrough gap and took the ball towards the inside. Before he could get close to the inside, he couldn't wait to shoot.

However, the basketball in Nan Lie's hand had just been raised above his head when the figure of Jinguji Martial Arts suddenly appeared in front of him. He jumped up and grabbed the basketball with his palm. The martial arts figure in the air suddenly lowered his eyes slightly and looked towards

He caught Nan Lie, and he could easily catch the basketball in his hand, but he slapped it hard.

The place where the basketball landed was Nan Lie who had just thrown the basketball!

"Bang!" Nan Lie was caught off guard and was hit on the head by a basketball. The huge force made his proud head lower.

After landing on the ground, Jinguji Budo ignored Nan Lie and started directly to pass over the opponent. He picked up the basketball that fell far away and rushed towards the front court. The martial arts that accelerated completely seemed to be in a no-man's land and ignored the pursuit.

Everyone in Toyotama was on guard, and they dunked the ball in front of them, pouring their anger on Toyotama's basket.

The faces of Toyotama, who once again watched Budo score, finally showed a look of defeat. It was obvious that they had worked very hard, but instead of narrowing the score difference, it was widened by Shohoku.

Nan Lie, whose elbow failed and was hit on the head by a basketball, also stood there in a daze.

Somewhat confused.

"why why?!"

Nan Lie shouted in his heart, his face gloomy and a little twisted.

"Beep!" As a long whistle sounded, the referee's voice sounded in the field.
To be continued...