Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters Chapter 609 441 We'll All Eventually Go to Hell

After the lively pre-ga activities, tonight's main event also began.

The match between Yu Fei and Jas was always a highlight.

Now the Cavaliers had brought in Shaquille O'Neal and Mo Williams, truly strengthening the team's inside and outside ga.

It was said that Jas spent the entire sumr in special training, thoroughly honing his technical details.

But Yu Fei still didn't understand what the Cavaliers intended by bringing in Shaquille O'Neal.

Even though the Cavaliers' main rivals in the Eastern Conference all had star big n, a player like Shaquille O'Neal, whose offensive threat was limited to the three-second zone, severely clashed with Jas' style of play.

From the practical effects, it looked more like a cry for help.

The Cavaliers wanted to prove they had done everything they could in terms of recruitnt.

Before the ga started, Yu Fei deliberately ca before Shaquille O'Neal to taunt him, "If you had known you were cut out to be a bodyguard, Kobe wouldn't have kicked you out of Los Angeles."

Though Shaquille O'Neal wanted to ease the tension, he wouldn't let Yu Fei get on his nerves and responded, "If you knew what respect was, Michael wouldn't have traded you to Milwaukee."

"If old guys like you were worthy of respect, I would certainly respect you," Yu Fei sneered, "But he's not worth it, just like you aren't either."

Jas, turning peacemaker, said, "Enough, we're here to play the ga."

"This is a conversation between winners," Yu Fei looked down on the Cavaliers' No. 23 with contempt, "A loser like you should just shut up."

The new season's SuperSonics had plenty of newcors.

Veterans like Barnes, who had heard rumors about Yu Fei, found that Big Fei wasn't as hard to get along with as the legends suggested once they joined the team.

No, it should be said that Big Fei appeared to be a nice guy most of the ti.

As long as you didn't slack off or do anything to annoy him, he was more than happy to interact with you.

But today, he bared his fangs in front of Shaquille O'Neal and Jas.

DeAndre Jordan, temporarily taking Kwa Brown's place in the starting lineup, swallowed hard as he rembered Brown's advice.

"If Frye criticizes you, you'd better not talk back. Because the only thing worse than having him criticize you is having him dislike you."

It took Yu Fei less than half a minute to make DeAndre Jordan fully understand the aning behind Brown's words.

Jas, red-faced and embarrassed, couldn't muster a single word in reply.

Yu Fei double-tead them verbally and ca out on top, then walked to the side as the ga was about to start.

DeAndre Jordan looked at Shaquille O'Neal with a faint sense of awe; the man's weight might have been 1.5 tis his own.

Then, DeAndre Jordan won the tip-off with his impressive jumping ability.

"Wanna give your little brother a welco gift?"

Roy asked Yu Fei after getting the ball.

"Screw off," Yu Fei replied with a dark face, "Don't disgust !"

He said that, but as soon as Yu Fei got into position, he backed up against Jas, ready to play in the low post.

Roy really knew him too well.

Every bit of Yu Fei's body language scread, "I'm going to smash this bastard!"

Roy didn't dawdle and lobbed the ball in.

Yu Fei got the ball, faked a shoulder move, then stepped back for a fadeaway jumper.

"Swish!"

"Do you even know how to defend?" Yu Fei sneered mockingly.

Jas kept a stern face and still said nothing.

The Little Emperor was cool enough not to launch an imdiate offense because the lineup restricted his desires.

Shaquille O'Neal at this point was sowhat similar to Boban Marjanovic.

Could you expect him to defend? Could you expect him to jockey for position and protect the rebound? If you were expecting him to do these things, you might as well use a blue-collar player.

The value of Shaquille O'Neal now was to exert his due power when he had the energy, no different from Boban making use of his unmatched height and weight in the era of small ball.

So, as long as Shaquille O'Neal was on the court, the Cavaliers' offense was easy to predict.

Ninety percent of the ti, they would play toward the inside.

But, Shaquille O'Neal didn't disappoint, receiving the ball and pushing DeAndre Jordan aside with one move, then turning near the basket for a hook shot that hit its mark.

"I know you can't hold him off, but do you have to fall over at the slightest touch?"

Yu Fei passed the ball to DeAndre Jordan.

"Don't be intimidated by that guy's chubby body; he looks tough on the outside but is actually weak, nothing to be afraid of."

DeAndre Jordan was terrified when he saw Big Fei criticize him, as if his soul was about to fly away.

"I'll definitely hold my ground next ti!" DeAndre Jordan promised.

Yu Fei wasn't really saying that DeAndre Jordan had to hold his ground, actually, nowadays Shaquille O'Neal wasn't as keen on crushing his opponents under the basket like a tank and dunking fiercely as he was at the start of the century. On one hand, his physical condition had greatly declined and, on the other hand, playing that way was very exhausting. Back when he was young and unmatched in all-around skills, he probably smashed his opponents into pieces with just five percent effort, but now, he would have to exert himself fully to achieve that effect.

But was it necessary? With full effort, he could only play a good ga for ten minutes at most, but if he conserved his energy, he could last for twenty minutes.

Therefore, if DeAndre Jordan just stubbornly held his ground, he could increase Shaquille O'Neal's fatigue. If like before DeAndre Jordan flies away at the slightest touch, scoring would be too easy.

Yu Fei had just finished talking in the backcourt when Roy, in the frontcourt, signaled DeAndre Jordan to co out for a pick and roll.

Shaquille O'Neal would at most follow to the edge of the paint, but DeAndre Jordan's athletic ability exceeded his expectations.

After setting a high screen, this guy instantly cut back towards the basket, looking like a full-grown gorilla with superhuman athletic ability; Shaquille O'Neal reacted too slowly, and DeAndre Jordan was already airborne.

With a feed from Roy, DeAndre Jordan slamd the ball into the hoop with both hands.

"DJ, do all you Jordans have such hops?"

Roy's trash talk again provoked Fei's death glare.

"Don't glare at , there are so many people with the last na Jordan you can't hate them all," Roy mumbled, "Just like you and Shaq don't get along, but that doesn't affect your friendship with Jermaine."

"You're right, Brandon."

Fei waited until Jas ca to the frontcourt.

Just like there are so many Jas in the world, but the only one he truly wished would drop dead was dear LeBron himself.

"Not going for the ball again?" Fei pressed close to Jas, "Who are you showing weakness to?"

Jas snorted, "How I play is my business!"

Then, the Cavaliers once again lobbed the ball inside.

But DeAndre Jordan was no longer a fragile tofu project that would crumble upon impact.

He withstood the first wave, buying Marion ti to help on defense.

Shaquille O'Neal wanted to pass the ball, but the SuperSonics had a design on him.

The result of a wild pass was that it got disrupted by Durant's long arms, and then Fei grabbed the ball.

"I held my ground!" DeAndre Jordan said in disbelief, "I limited Shaquille O'Neal all by myself!"

Fei froze for a mont, there were too many things to mock, he didn't know where to start.

Was this dismissing Marion as non-existent, or had he been infected by Kwa?

Fei quickly brought the ball up to the frontcourt, passed it to Durant first, then went down to the low post to ask for it.

Wisely, Durant spaced out with Fei on the weak side and lobbed the ball to him.

The other three players conscientiously moved to the strong side.

The scene of Fei going one-on-one in the low post against Jas appeared on the court again.

This ti, Jas was fully concentrated.

The two biggest improvents he had made over the years were in two areas, one was periter shooting, with a three-point shooting percentage that had stabilized at 36% last season. Over the past sumr, he continued to rigorously train threes, confident in reaching a new level in the upcoming season. Aside from that, it was his defense that had improved the most.

In previous years, he mainly relied on athleticism for defense, and blockbuster chase-down blocks were what people rembered most about his defense.

But now, Jas was determined to beco a Jordan-style player who excelled both in offense and defense.

However, Fei's low post offense was also not what it was two years ago.

In the past two years, because he was part of the Dream Team, Fei didn't attend Olajuwon's "Dream Workshop," but with a low-post master like Kobe to spar with on the national team, his low-post offense improved rapidly.

Last possession he scored with a shoulder shake and step back jumper. This possession he started with the sa shoulder shake, but it was a Garnett-style left-right-left triple shake. Jas misjudged the timing of the offense, jumped prematurely, and was once again caught by Fei exploiting the vulnerability to score with the timing difference.

Being repeatedly broken by Fei's low post offense disturbed Jas's calm.

The next possession, Jas suddenly ca to a halt at the high post and pulled up for a dry jumper.

This shot shared the sa lottery nature as Garnett's low-post jumper.

Fei effectively contested it, and Jas's forced shot didn't go in.

Shaquille O'Neal proved that the Cavaliers' acquisition wasn't entirely nonsensical.

As long as he had enough energy, he was still one of the top centers in the League.

Shaquille O'Neal leapt and secured the offensive rebound. Since he was very close to the basket, he simply used his body to shove both DeAndre Jordan and Marion aside and easily put the ball into the basket.

6 to 4

You could tell, he really had aged.

If it were back in his younger days, he would have just slamd it down with a dunk.

Jas started to stick closely to Fei.

He didn't want to give Fei an easy chance to receive the ball.

"If you really don't want to get the ball, you might as well just hug ," Fei taunted.

At this mont, Jas, who was at a disadvantage, completely blocked out Fei's trash talk.

He was very focused, but defense wasn't just about concentration.

Suddenly, DeAndre Jordan ca out to set a screen, and Fei slipped to the corner to catch Roy's pass. Just when the opponents thought he was going to shoot, he violently threw the ball towards the rim.

Half a second later, DeAndre Jordan soared, his jumping height was terrifying. Within the SuperSonics, only he could catch that pass.

Unfortunately, although DeAndre Jordan caught the ball, his lack of strength and the push from Shaquille O' Neal caused him to go soft-handed. What could have entered the season's top plays as an aerial alley-oop dunk was missed.

Mo Williams jumped up and grabbed the defensive rebound. First glance, and he saw the bolt-like speed of Jas racing down.

Little Mo's long pass was swift, but after he passed the ball, his eyes suddenly widened.

Because SuperSonics' No. 44 chased after it with a speed that also went beyond his understanding. He jumped ahead of the ball's landing, his 220 cm arm span blocking the pass and intercepting it mid-air.

Jas was furious, wanting to step up on defense. However, the descending Fei seed to be suddenly possessed by Kobe, using the montum to elbow Jas with his left hand.

The referee witnessed it but remained silent.

Jas cried out in pain, but Fei had already dashed to the frontcourt to launch an unguarded chase-down three.

"Swish!!!"

The Cavaliers called for a tiout.

Jas's close aide Randy Mims saw how Jas was elbowed and imdiately beca livid: "You lowdown scoundrel! I curse you to burn in hell!"

"That's right, we all eventually go down to hell," Fei turned to Mims and said, "But even there, LeBron would still get beaten by ."