Chapter 477: A Fight to the Death
Yang Mo was not angry about Michael Jordan's trash talk attack. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders and thought it was a special experience. At least among the active players, he was the only one who had enjoyed this treatment. Other players had no experience of exchanging trash talk with Michael Jordan in the finals.
"Hey, John, how did you take my job?" At this time, Hornacek patted Yang Mo's shoulder heavily and said, "Well done."
"This is just the beginning. Wait, I will create a bigger miracle tonight." Yang Mo answered confidently.
When Hornacek saw this, he suddenly had a strange feeling. He felt that the Stockton in front of him was no longer familiar. On the contrary... he actually felt a momentum similar to that of Michael Jordan.
What's wrong with this guy?
Hornacek shook his head in confusion. He was confident in his intuition, but the Stockton before him was clearly the same Stockton as before! Could it be that the Bulls had pushed him into a different person?
While Hornacek was puzzled, Yang Mo once again closely followed Michael Jordan's footsteps. This time he stuck very close and continued to use his strength to squeeze Michael Jordan.
Under Yang Mo's powerful impact, Michael Jordan seemed to be struggling, but he was not at all overwhelmed. Although Jordan's strength was not as strong as Yang Mo's, it was not weak either. Moreover, this guy's use of force collision has reached the level of a master. It feels like a Tai Chi master, using a little force to move a heavy object.
Seeing Michael Jordan's smooth footwork, Yang Mo couldn't help but feel a little surprised: Could it be that my strength didn't carry over to the dream? Why does he look so relaxed?
While Yang Mo was doubting himself, Michael Jordan was also constantly muttering something strange: "What's wrong with this guy Stockton tonight? He's so accurate in his three-pointers and so powerful. Did he take some banned drugs?"
Soon, in the struggle, Michael Jordan turned around, leaned on Yang Mo and reached for the ball. His body was in a perfect triangle position, which allowed him to maintain a very strong balance. Even though Yang Mo exerted a lot of force, he still couldn't push Jordan.
The God of Basketball is indeed the God of Basketball. Every move he makes on the court is impeccable. Everyone says Kobe Bryant is the second Michael Jordan, but now it seems that he is still far behind!
Yang Mo muttered silently in his heart. As someone who had played against both Kobe and Jordan, he undoubtedly had the most say.
Michael Jordan locked in position, and Ron Harbaugh quickly passed the ball to him. Michael Jordan caught the basketball, first raised it slightly to the sky, then quickly shook his shoulders left and right. Yang Mo was instantly deceived by his upper body. At the same time, Michael Jordan 's hips were also undergoing very rapid changes.
Suddenly, Michael Jordan's body spun sharply to the left, and Yang Mo dove to the left almost reflexively. However... Jordan's body didn't completely spin. Instead, it abruptly stopped, then quickly spun right, followed by a fadeaway jumper... Yang Mo desperately tried to block the shot, but he was out of time and space, and the height difference was also quite large. In the end, he could only watch the basketball fly over his head... Swoosh!
As the ball went through the net, Yang Mo could only sigh. This was truly impossible to defend. No wonder there were reports this year that the Bobcats' star player, Gerald Wallace, was frequently outplayed by the nearly fifty-year-old Michael Jordan during training camp. There was no way around it. This guy was simply too experienced. Every move he made was natural and impeccable. How could this be defended?
Only at this moment did Yang Mo understand why all the players of the same generation as Michael Jordan ended up in tragedy. There was no other way. It was like a bunch of stars surrounding the moon. How could they possibly steal the moon's light?
At the same time, Yang Mo seemed to have a deeper understanding of post-up play. Michael Jordan had previously taught Yang Mo the technique he had just used. Yang Mo had learned it then, but hadn't fully grasped it, or perhaps it resembled the form but lacked the essence. Now, after Michael Jordan demonstrated it himself, he seemed to finally grasp the key.
"Did you see that? This is a real post-up fadeaway jump shot!" After the ball went in, Michael Jordan did not forget to stimulate Yang Mo. This was his usual trash talk offensive.
However, Yang Mo wasn't provoked at all. Instead, he nodded sincerely, "Yes, you're right. This is a true post-up fadeaway jump shot. I'll work hard to learn."
Yang Mo's words were sincere, but they left Michael Jordan feeling as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a mosquito. He felt Yang Mo was being a bit shameless. Logically, shouldn't he have been furious? How could he accept this with such humility? He was definitely being sarcastic. Absolutely.
Michael Jordan's mood suddenly turned sour. He thought Yang Mo was being sarcastic, but the truth was, Yang Mo genuinely agreed with him.
To prove his sincerity, Yang Mo, after returning to half court with the ball, decisively turned his back to Ron Harbaugh from the same position. Yang Mo imitated the move, tipping the ball upwards, then shrugging his shoulders. Making sure Ron Harbaugh was affected, he slowly shifted his hips into a strong position, then quickly rotated to the right. Sure enough… his agile movement caused Ron Harbaugh to reflexively misjudge the ball. As he made the mistake, Yang Mo decisively spun around and launched a fadeaway jumper… bang!
The basketball hit the rim hard. Although his lead-in movement was identical to Michael Jordan's, the arc of his shot wasn't as smooth and accurate as Jordan's. Fortunately, he had good luck, and the ball bounced off the rim and landed safely in the net. Yang Mo scored two more points, bringing his total to eight.
This goal sent the Salt Lake City fans into a frenzy, and they began chanting John Stockton's name. Last season, they were worried about Stockton's aging affecting his form, but tonight, Stockton seemed to have rejuvenated himself, his form even stronger than in his youth. Furthermore, he actually gave Michael Jordan an identical answer ball. It was truly remarkable!
"Hey, Michael, do you think your post-up game has improved a bit this time?" Yang Mo asked sincerely.
Although Michael Jordan wanted to admit that Yang Mo's fadeaway was beautiful and had its own unique style, as an opponent, he still made a venomous comment: "For an elementary school student, it's already an outstanding performance. Keep it up!"
"Thank you for your affirmation. I will keep working hard, Michael." Yang Mo was not angry at Michael Jordan's harsh words. Instead, he waved his arms happily, as if he had really received praise.
Now , Michael Jordan was really angry. He felt that Yang Mo was deliberately acting crazy and stupid to mock himself.
So, he went berserk: "OK, John, you finally made me angry. You and your team will pay the price for my anger!"
After saying this, Michael Jordan ran to the front court angrily while chewing gum.
The basketball god is angry? Why?
Yang Mo looked at Jordan's angry back. He was obviously still a little confused. He thought he had been communicating sincerely with Jordan. Why did he suddenly get angry?
At this time, Karl Malone patted him on the shoulder from behind and said, "Hey, man, good job! I have never seen your fadeaway jump shot and three-pointer. If you had taken this out last year, we would have won the championship last year."
"This is a secret weapon I just practiced." Yang Mo stuck out his tongue and lied a little embarrassedly.
"It's already very strong, it's time to reap the victory." Karl Malone said very confidently. He recognized Stockton's progress. In his opinion, the evolved Stockton plus himself will definitely be able to defeat Michael Jordan and win tonight.
But once back at half court, Michael Jordan delivered a profoundly shocking lesson. After receiving the ball, Michael Jordan turned to face Yang Mo head-on. After several fakes, he suddenly launched forward. Yang Mo quickly retreated to defend. Unexpectedly, Jordan, after a quick dash, took a quick step back. Yang Mo instinctively followed him forward, but stumbled, unable to keep up, and his upper body quickly fell to the ground. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and braced himself with his right hand. Meanwhile, Michael Jordan had already easily shot the ball... swish!
"Do you think I can forgive you if you grovel and apologize to me?" Michael Jordan sneered and turned away.
At this moment, Yang Mo finally felt Michael Jordan's 'malice'. The moment he was knocked down, he finally understood that they were now rivals in a duel, not some idol-fan relationship. Michael Jordan would definitely show no mercy, so... he didn't need excessive respect. The best way to show respect to an idol was to defeat him and crush him underfoot!
"Okay, Michael, you've pissed me off too." Yang Mo shouted at Michael Jordan's back. Jordan turned around and saw Yang Mo's murderous look. This aura made Michael Jordan feel very familiar, as if he had seen it before, but at the same time, he felt it was very dangerous.
"Come on!" Michael Jordan smiled coldly, and his pride was completely released in an instant. He is the king, and he is not afraid of the challenges from below.
"Then let's fight to the death!" Yang Mo also smiled indifferently. The two smiles collided in the air, and the temperature of the court seemed to drop by several degrees in an instant.
"Why do these two guys look like the same person?" Scott Pippen, who was standing between the two men, looked forward and back. Suddenly, he had a strange feeling in his head. He found that the two guys had the same aura. Although they were at odds with each other, they were obviously the same people.
