Chapter 476: Duel with the God of Basketball
"John, are you ready? We're about to go on stage!"
Yang Mo was stunned when the young Sloan walked towards him. He patted his shoulder and gave him great encouragement. Yang Mo looked down at his shirt and saw that it was number 12. It was Stockton.
He looked up and saw Ostertag, the bald giant, a famous backdrop of the '90s. He'd been dunked on countless times, but he was undeniably a capable center. Then there was Karl Malone, a towering figure. Yang Mo swore he'd never seen such muscular pecs; he looked at least two sizes larger than those around him. Then there was Hornacek, the sharpshooter, and Russell, the perennially mocked backdrop. If nothing unexpected happened, he'd be shaken off by Michael Jordan in the final moments of the night, and then watch helplessly as he hit the game-winning shot.
"Guys, we are already two down and three down, we can't lose again. This is our last chance, we must not repeat last year's tragedy." Karl Malone said heavily in his low voice, and it was easy to see the determination in his eyes. This was the Jazz's do-or-die battle.
"Okay, everyone get ready. I will lead you to victory next." Yang Mo walked forward, patted his teammates on the shoulders, said this very easily, then turned and walked onto the court. He picked up a basketball and started dribbling it casually .
When he got the ball back, he could clearly feel his ball control improved, a tangible improvement from the combination of his own strengths and Stockton's. After confirming he'd found his feel for the ball and hitting two consecutive three-pointers, Yang Mo tried a pass, and sure enough...his shot went wherever he pointed, with precision as if calculated by a computer.
No wonder Stockton is the league's all-time assists leader; it's not entirely due to the system; his own strengths shouldn't be underestimated. Now that his strengths and mine have merged perfectly, I should be able to rival Michael Jordan, right?
As Yang Mo thought about it, she couldn't help but turn around and look at Michael Jordan.
Michael Jordan was warming up, chewing gum, looking relaxed, but it was undeniable that he exuded an aura of strength that was impossible to ignore.
Is this... the aura of the God of Basketball?
Yang Mo's fighting spirit instantly soared. The thrill of facing the God of Basketball was immense. What player wouldn't want to defeat the God of Basketball, even in their dreams? And now, Yang Mo finally had this opportunity. Even though it was a dream, Yang Mo was certain he would truly defeat Michael Jordan.
drop!
Soon, the game whistle sounded, and this life-and-death battle officially began.
After the two players took their positions, the referee reminded both teams to remain restrained and avoid any physical altercations. Yang Mo had grown accustomed to this. He'd often traveled through the '90s and knew how physical contact was back then. In a Finals arena like this, a few heated exchanges were not uncommon. Rodman once wrestled Karl Malone for an entire game.
After the referee's reminder, he finally threw the ball into the air. Tony Kokuchi and Ostertag immediately jumped at the same time, but in the end, the hill-like Ostertag caught the ball first. The moment he caught the ball, Yang Mo quickly flew out.
Watching Yang Moru's lightning-fast attack, Ron Hager was stunned: Is this still John Stockton? Why does his body feel even more powerful than Tim Hardaway's? Was he on drugs?
While Ron Hager was amazed, Stockton had already quickly grabbed the rebound and immediately initiated a fast break. His lightning-fast attack caught the Chicago Bulls off guard. No one expected him to suddenly break the ball. In everyone's mind, he was known for his conservative approach.
Yang Mo quickly ran upcourt, and before the defenders could catch up, he quickly stopped outside the three-point line and shot. The moment he released the ball, he saw a dark figure darting towards him, diving to block his shot. Fortunately, Yang Mo's release point was high enough and a little bit faster, otherwise it would have been blocked.
Swish!
When the ball landed accurately in the net, Yang Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced to the side and saw that the man flying over to defend was indeed Dennis Rodman. He had been at least five or six meters away just moments before, yet he had somehow managed to pounce in the blink of an eye. His defensive prowess was truly remarkable; no wonder he grabbed so many rebounds; he had some unique skills!
While Yang Mo was astonished by Rodman's quickness in covering defense, Michael Jordan was puzzled by Stockton's performance tonight. He thought Stockton was too uncharacteristic, rushing at lightning speed right from the start and taking such a risky three-pointer. This was simply not his style. How did he become like a completely different person?
In fact, the Jazz players including Sloan were also stunned. They also felt that John was too weird tonight.
But isn't this strange?
Because he really became a different person!
Everyone thought Stockton was abnormal, but Yang Mo didn't think so. He felt that Stockton was just playing his own way, and he also wanted to win the game that way. So, after scoring the goal, he quickly followed Michael Jordan. Yes, he couldn't wait to fight Michael Jordan.
Seeing Yang Mo running towards Michael Jordan, Hornacek decisively went forward to defend Ron Hagg. After all, among the three outside players of the Bulls, Hagg was undoubtedly the weakest. Although he was once called the small Jordan, his physical fitness is not as good as before. Moreover, the team's offensive power is all on Jordan and Pippen, and these two people have better control.
"You didn't even use any tricks." Michael Jordan taunted Yang Mo as he ran. "That's not your style. Aren't you the one who loves to use dirty tricks?"
Yang Mo did not take Michael Jordan's ridicule seriously. After all, it was not herself who was being ridiculed, but just this body.
"I will treat you well tonight, in the most special way." Although Yang Mo said it harshly, his tone couldn't help but tremble, because the other party was the god of basketball. He wanted to fight with him in his dreams, and now it finally came true. How could he not be a little excited?
"I'm waiting!"
Michael Jordan chuckled and suddenly sprinted forward. Yang Mo hurried to chase him, but just as Yang Mo started to pursue, Michael Jordan had already sprinted back. Yang Mo wanted to return to defend, but his body couldn't stop the inertia, and only allowed Jordan to run into a gap. At this time, Ron Harbaugh's ball had already been delivered with incredible speed.
When Michael caught the basketball, Yang Mo also jumped over his center of gravity. He hurriedly chased after him, but Michael Jordan got ahead of him and made an easy fadeaway jump shot... Although Yang Mo tried his best, he was still unable to stop the basketball from flying over his head.
Swish!
The basketball hit the net very accurately.
"Well, come on, you almost defended me the way you did." Michael Jordan laughed, shrugged his shoulders, and quickly ran back to defend.
Yang Mo seemed stunned. Is this Michael Jordan? His timing is terrifyingly precise, isn't it? His off-ball movement is vastly underestimated. His fadeaway jumper is practically unguardable. Kobe is seriously inferior to him!
Yang Mo was filled with emotion, the God of Basketball was indeed worthy of his reputation.
"Hey, John, why are you just daydreaming? Catch the ball!"
Just as Yang Mo was lamenting how terrifying Michael Jordan was, Karl Malone's rough shouts came from behind him.
Hearing the sound, he quickly turned around, reached out and caught the ball from Karl Malone, and then steadily advanced forward. Arriving in the frontcourt, Yang Mo subconsciously scanned the positions of his teammates and found that the Bulls' restrictions were very sophisticated, with almost no blind spots for passing the ball.
At this time, Karl Malone pulled up and tried to set a pick-and-roll with Yang Mo to open up space and get offensive opportunities. This is their classic routine, a routine that has always worked, and it is also their trump card that .
However, Yang Mo waved his hand at him, indicating that his pick-and-roll was unnecessary. Seeing this, Karl Malone frowned. He found it strange. Why would John not want a pick-and-roll? What on earth was he trying to do?
Yang Mo quickly gave him the answer. He turned around and pushed Ron Harbaugh's defense with his butt. And then… bang! Yang Mo thrust backwards with all his might, and almost instantly Ron Harbaugh felt the force of the wilderness. His physical strength was decent for a perimeter player, but he was facing a top-tier inside force. How could he possibly withstand it? And he was caught off guard. So , quite unsurprisingly, he fell to the ground with a thud… thud!
After this scene happened, fans throughout Salt Lake City exclaimed at the same time: How is this possible?
And just as they were exclaiming, Yang Mo had already made a fadeaway jump shot...Swish!
Once again, the basketball hit the Bulls' net, and an accurate three-pointer shattered the Bulls' hopes of grabbing a defensive rebound!
"Hey, Michael, how about this fadeaway?" Yang Mo asked Michael Jordan very sincerely, just like a fan asking his idol.
But, unfortunately, now wasn't the time to delve into technique; this was a life-or-death battle. Michael Jordan naturally interpreted it as a provocation, so he sneered, "If this is called a fadeaway jump shot, then every psychopath in the world would become a scientist."
