Whether it was a 180 kg bench press or a 200 kg bench press, it didn't make much difference to Matt Barnes.
He was knocked flying both times.
However... if he could stand firm against Howard and still be effective, that would instantly elevate him.
Howard showcased his dominance in the paint with an unreasonable dunk over someone.
Tyson became the background, feeling extremely frustrated, even though he knew how powerful Howard's fighting ability was.
But he still wanted to try and redeem himself.
"Bang bang bang!"
Receiving the ball in the low post, he fiercely attacked Howard like a maniac, seemingly intent on tearing him apart.
Howard retreated repeatedly.
Couldn't he withstand it?
Perhaps not, but his current retreat was entirely intentional by Howard, avoiding intense confrontation and waiting for a killing blow.
That's right.
"The Beast" Howard was better at aerial operations and didn't need to constantly engage in close-quarters combat with opponents.
Attacking in the paint.
No matter how fierce your confrontation is, if you want to score, you always have to raise the ball, jump, and put the basketball into the hoop.
That's when Howard's opportunity would arise.
"Now!"
Seeing that he had driven into the basket and reached his offensive sweet spot, Tyson roared, gathered the ball, and attempted to dunk right over Howard's head.
A direct response.
But... what awaited him was a massive hand that seemed to blot out the sky.
"What?"
Tyson's pupils suddenly dilated; he couldn't attack, but having already jumped, he was forced to twist his body to evade and take a forced shot.
Although he avoided the Blocking, the shot was wildly off, missing the rim entirely and bouncing off the backboard.
Carter rushed in and secured the Rebounding.
Back on the court, Howard shrugged at Tyson, showing an innocent, boyish smile: "If you want to deal with me, brute force alone won't work!"
"Stop gloating!"
Tyson grunted, looking displeased.
Howard shrugged, choosing not to argue further with Tyson; in his view... no one could escape his Mount Wuzhi.
Possession changed.
After Carter grabbed the ball, he drove it upcourt himself, encountering McGrady's defense, while Curry also rushed over, trying to steal it.
The sudden double-team made Carter feel a bit flustered.
He protected the ball and, with quick eyes and hands, passed it out to Nelson, who was open on the other side.
An open look.
He could shoot a Three-point Shot immediately upon catching the ball.
Unfortunately... Su Yan anticipated the passing lane, charged straight up, and intercepted the basketball.
"Swoosh!"
He sprinted down the court for a fast break.
"Hah!"
Seeing this, Nelson let out a low shout and chased at full speed, attempting to pressure Su Yan and disrupt his fast break.
As a 183 cm Point Guard, his physical strength wasn't great, but he was very confident in his speed.
He and Su Yan started running almost simultaneously.
Nelson was confident he could catch up to Su Yan and delay him!
What was the reality?
As the two ran, the distance between them grew wider and wider; Nelson simply couldn't keep up with Su Yan's pace.
"That speed?!"
Nelson was stunned.
"Unbelievable!"
Curry also widened his eyes. He had been guarding Nelson and knew his speed well. "What is going on with Yan's speed?!
Nelson actually can't catch him?!"
"So?"
McGrady hadn't noticed the anomaly yet.
Curry exclaimed, "I know the speed of both Nelson and Su Yan very well. Nelson should be faster than Su Yan.
But now.
He's being left behind by Yan, to the point where he simply cannot catch up."
"Wooow~"
McGrady reacted and followed up with an exclamation: "Does that mean Yan hasn't just gotten stronger, but faster too?!
What kind of demonic growth rate is this?!"
"A monstrous growth talent!"
Curry slapped his forehead, signaling his surrender.
"Thud!"
Su Yan took three steps inside the Three-point Shot line, grabbed the ball, glided, and delivered a powerful one-handed dunk, Splitting Mount Hua!
After dunking, he landed steadily.
Nelson just happened to rush over, silent and dejected, picked up the basketball, and prepared to inbound the ball.
Offense-defense transition.
Howard received the ball under the basket. Tyson was clearly flustered, facing a Center of the caliber of "The Beast," the strongest ticket king in history.
He was still a bit panicked.
"I'll help you!"
David Lee shouted and came over to help, forming a double-team on The Beast.
This situation was commonplace for Howard; as soon as the double-team formed, he passed the ball out.
Lewis was open in the left corner.
Unfortunately, Howard wasn't "Teacher Jokic" and didn't have that passing vision, otherwise things would be incredible.
But being able to pass the ball out was already very good.
Carter caught the ball near the free-throw line and, without hesitation, passed it again to Lewis in the left corner, creating another opportunity.
"Whoosh~"
He immediately raised his hand for a Three-point Shot.
"Clang!"
Unfortunately, it missed.
But it didn't matter at all; Howard fought two people under the basket and secured the offensive Rebounding.
He passed it out again.
Lewis took another Three-point Shot.
"Swish!"
Accompanied by the beautiful sound of the net.
This time, Lewis did not let down "The Beast's" good intentions.
"The Beast is too good at Rebounding, his dominance in the paint is terrifying, and his outside Shooters are also strong.
The Magic are very strong."
"That's true. After all, we were the team that made it to the NBA Finals last year.
This year, we also brought in "half-man, half-god" Vince Carter, so our strength will only increase further.
This is a tough opponent!"
"The Magic's 'one star four shooters' lineup has explosive combat power!"
"The New York Knicks lost their last game when the starters rested, and even with everyone playing tonight, winning won't be easy!"
"Charge, Magic players! Sweep the New York Knicks this season!"
"..."
The powerful combat strength displayed by all The Magic players excited the home fans, who cheered loudly!
On the court.
Curry pushed the ball up and gave it to Su Yan hand-to-hand, trying to challenge Howard, but after two consecutive screens.
Howard stubbornly refused to come out.
No choice.
The mismatch put him against... Nelson first. The latter rushed up like a mad dog, tightly wrapping around Su Yan.
Nelson knew clearly that to guard Su Yan, he had to use this biting, aggressive defense to have a slim chance.
"Uh."
Su Yan felt awkward.
Although men who defend seriously deserve respect, still... it depends on the disparity in strength.
If you let Little Thomas guard Yao Ming in the paint.
Is serious defense going to be effective?
No matter how hard he tries, as long as Yao Ming holds the basketball up, Little Thomas can only stare helplessly.
Now.
Su Yan, at 201 cm, faced Nelson, at 183 cm, with huge advantages in strength, speed, vertical burst, height, wingspan, and so on.
With virtually every physical talent gap being overwhelming.
A mad-dog wrap-around defense was meaningless; he should have immediately called a teammate over for help defense.
But there was no help defense immediately.
In that case, Su Yan wouldn't hold back.
Showing no mercy.
With a half-spin, facing Nelson, a smile curled at his lips, as if saying: Uncle here is about to start posting up.
"Bang!"
He leaned back with force.
With just one push, Nelson's body shot backward, and a sharp pain erupted from his chest as if it were splitting open.
The pain made him grimace, and he lost all motivation to defend again, gasping for breath right where he stood.
Su Yan charged forward, ready to deliver a second impact.
But seeing Nelson gasping, wearing a mask of agony, and looking half-dead.
He stopped his attack.
Su Yan shook his head, slightly bored, "This is an adult's game of confrontation; kids shouldn't interfere!!!"
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