1243: C1243 Fatal Number Ten

C1243 Fatal Number Ten

Drops of sweat trickled down his cheeks, and his lips began to crack. Now that it was the last moment, no one dared to be careless. Whoever could win this match would be the first to seize the initiative in this series of matches and get the point first.

Big Beardy raised his head and looked at the timer. He felt that every second was extremely long.

Young Master Wei bent down and used his body to protect the ball in his hand. His eyes kept turning, looking for a fleeting opportunity.

Suddenly, the bearded man moved and rushed towards the restricted area.

What?!

While Guy was in a daze, Big Beardy was already behind him. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned around to chase after him.

Aldridge stared intently at Big Beardy in front of him. At the same time, he was on guard against Kara, who was behind him, in order to prevent Big Beardy from making a false move. Breaking through was fake, and passing the ball was real. Scenes like this had appeared quite often in the last season.

After Big Beardy arrived, Young Master Wei directly delivered the ball to Big Beardy's hand.

It's here!

The Spurs held their breaths. The five of them began to shrink their defensive perimeter at the same time, preparing to fight to the death.

Looking out of the corner of his eye at the group of Spurs charging at them, the bearded man revealed an undetectable smile.

Get up, shoot...

Whoosh...

The ball that was supposed to fly towards the basket, at the last moment, changed direction and flew towards Tucker who was at the far corner.

Tucker gathered his hands in front of him and was ready to shoot. He had a feeling that this ball would definitely hit.

Receiving the ball, jumping up, aiming, shooting!

His actions were done in one go. Tucker's lips curled up. This ball must go in!

24 seconds of attack time was used to wear down 22 seconds, although it was not perfect. He left twelve seconds for the Spurs, a gap of five minutes. This was already enough, unless the Spurs could repeat the miraculous scene just now. In just a few seconds, the stabs increased by 3 points and then forcefully created suspense.

Unfortunately...

The same tactic would no longer work in front of him. Tucker had already thought about it. He would defend against DeRozan later and not give her a chance to attack.

Slap.

Just as Tucker was about to fall to the ground and enjoy the spectacular scene of the basketball falling into the net, a hand suddenly blocked the basketball's path forward.

The number 10 was magnified infinitely in Tucker's eyes, then magnified again and again.

After taking off the ball, DeRozan landed on the ground and quickly counterattacked. Like a black lightning bolt, he rushed towards the half-rocket area.

Don't even think about it!

Young Master Wei raised his speed to the limit and blocked in front of DeRozan.

Swoosh!

There were still two steps left before the three-point line. DeRozan quickly stopped jumping and threw. He adjusted the air and aimed at the basket in front of him.

Because Young Master Wei was too fast, he had already rushed over. He could only watch helplessly as the basketball flew towards the basket.

"Rebound!"

The bearded man shouted at Kara.2

However, he, who always had the advantage in speed, actually lost to Aldridge, the Spurs.

Swoosh!

Clang!

This time, the basketball was knocked to the front. It tapped twice in the basket and staggered into the net.

Three points!

Deafening shouts erupted in the stadium. After being behind for so long, they had finally reversed. Furthermore, there were only seven seconds left.

DeAnthony panicked and hurriedly called for a pause. He quickly began to plan his tactics, hoping to secure the victory in the last seven seconds. Fortunately, the Spurs were only one point ahead. As long as he scored two points, he would be able to regain the victory.

"Young Master Wei, Big Beardy, you two pull each other and run. Try to find an opportunity!"

"Capella, you are lying in ambush on the inner line. Prepare to catch the ball at any time, or snatch the rebound."

DeAnthony used all of his skills to arrange emergency tasks for the players.

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