Chapter 58: Sending Blood
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The game resumed as the referee blew the whistle.
Yang Mo sat on the bench. The Heat's starting lineup for the second half was Magloire, Haslem, Michael Beasley, Dwyane Wade, and Mario Chalmers. The Nets finally replaced Najera, who was beaten to a pulp by Yang Mo, with Lopez.
At the beginning of the game, the Nets learned their lesson and took the initiative to attack from the inside. They kept feeding the ball to Lopez and Yi Jianlian. The two of them were really competitive and put the basketball into the basket one after another. On the Heat side, Haslem, Beasley and Magloire, who were new to the game, couldn't find the rhythm of the game at all. No matter how they shot, they couldn't score.
Soon the score gap was narrowed to ten points.
The game that had originally lost suspense suddenly became exciting again. With nearly one and a half quarters left in the game, a ten-point gap was really nothing.
Lopez, who had scored six points in a row, felt pretty good about himself and kept challenging Yang Mo on the bench: "Come up here, kid. Let me teach you a lesson."
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Spoelstra requested a substitution, and Yang Mo came on the field, replacing Magloire.
Finally, the much-anticipated situation of Yang Mo VS Lopez appeared. Although the two had clashed before , they were not in the same position.
1.94 meters VS 2.16 meters.
This was originally a duel without suspense. In fact, before the game, everyone thought that Yang Mo would definitely be beaten to a pulp by Lopez. But now, no one dared to pat their chests and guarantee that Lopez could win this duel, because Yang Mo's first half was too crazy.
When Yang Mo walked to Lopez, the fans in the stadium immediately started to cheer and shouted: Lopez, kill the Chinese! Lopez, kill the Chinese.
The slogans of the Nets fans were uniform and loud.
At the same time, the popularity of the major TV stations broadcasting this match soared and continued to rise. Finally... finally... the much-anticipated match was about to take place.
One is Yang Mo, who is determined to defeat Lopez, and the other is Lopez, who claims that he will never be defeated.
The duel between spear and shield officially begins.
"Guess how I will deal with you next?" Yang Mo smiled faintly, while calmly blocking Lopez's position.
Although Yang Mo was talking and laughing, his strength was definitely not something Lopez could contend with. He was simply unable to stop Yang Mo from taking position because Yang Mo's strength was too abnormal.
"If you dare to single me out for this ball, I will definitely block it for you." Lopez said fiercely, gritting his teeth.
"That's as you wish." Yang Mo smiled faintly, suddenly stretched out his hand, and shouted to Qian Moss: "Brother, give me the ball, I will perform a dunk for you."
Upon hearing this, Qian Moss subconsciously glanced at the team leader Dwyane Wade. Wade nodded and he quickly passed the ball in.
When Yang Mo received the ball, Lopez immediately became nervous and increased his strength to fight against Yang Mo's body.
Yang Mo didn't feel anything at all. That's right, how could an elephant feel how much strength an ant used to step on it? Even if the ant used all its strength, the elephant might not be able to feel the slightest itch.
Yang Mo received the ball and adjusted his butt slightly... Bang! He slapped the ball hard, and his body arched back like a bomb, and immediately, Lopez was directly knocked up. Since Yang Mo's strength was concentrated on Lopez's waist and abdomen, his feet left the ground immediately.
Although Lopez is tall and long, he looks more like a sloth bear hanging on Yang Mo's back, with no killing power.
Bang!
Yang Mo hit Lopez back hard again, and he bounced up again. This time he felt like his lungs were moved, his blood was churning, and he almost vomited blood.
FUCK, are you playing ball or murdering someone?
Lopez felt very wronged. There was nothing he could do. Who made him so much taller than Yang Mo? Yang Mo could only aim at his waist and abdomen. In fact, Yang Mo was already very polite. If he moved down a few centimeters, Lopez would probably have to go to China to find the treasure of the Eastern Master.
Lopez felt aggrieved and at the same time... bang!
Yang Mo hit the ball hard again, and this time Lopez was determined to learn his lesson, and he quickly stepped aside. He thought he had escaped this disaster, but Yang Mo was smarter than him. After hitting the ball, he turned around and jumped up very quickly... Boom!
The basketball hit the basket hard...bang!
The basketball went through the basket and hit Lopez's face as he was peeking under the basket... Bang! Immediately, Lopez's nose was crooked and blood was flowing.
Seeing this scene, all the fans in the stadium were stunned, and fans all over the world were stunned.
They thought this duel would be interesting, but... it ended so simply and violently. In less than 20 seconds, Lopez's health bar was emptied and he was killed.
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The referee looked at Lopez who was covered in blood and quickly stopped the game and asked the Nets team doctor to come up and check .
The Nets' team doctor rushed over to stop the bleeding for Lopez. After stopping the bleeding, he quickly took him downstairs for examination. After examining him for a while, he went straight to the player tunnel.
Lopez's tall figure disappeared from the camera, and the grand showdown before the game ended just like that.
Yang Mo scored by KO and Lopez lost the first blood.
"Uh...it seems like the Nets' team doctor played more time than Lopez today." ESPN host Mike Breen complained helplessly to the camera.
"So, did Yang win this matchup?" Mark Jackson asked very confusedly.
"Of course, whether it's statistics or direct confrontation, Young beat Lopez." Jeff Van Gundy said with certainty.
Jeff Van Gundy felt that Yang Mo won the duel, but the Nets fans didn’t think so. After Lopez left the court, they finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and started cursing like old women: “Go back, Chinaman!” “Thug!” “Murderer!” “Despicable Chinaman” “…………”.
All kinds of insults continued to be heard, and Spoelstra couldn't stand it anymore. As an Asian with yellow skin, he quickly replaced Yang Mo. For him, the game was no longer suspenseful, so he didn't want to leave Yang Mo on the court to be scolded, lest he also get shot.
