Champion Creed Chapter 920: 303: More qualified than the other guy who like

Chapter 920: 303: More qualified than the other guy who likes to call himself King (Seeking monthly votes!)_3

For Nowitzki, who lacks weight and the ability to back down the opposition, his biggest fear is facing forwards with height, long arms, and athletic ability.

And on the Hawks’ power forward position, it’s not just Marion; Stephen Jackson also excels at countering the Grand Teuton.

The Mavericks missed their shots, and the Hawks’ long-lost seven-second offense finally started working.

The Mavericks naturally have strategies to counter this, retreating quickly on defense is a given, and Old Nelson also emphasizes cutting off the passing lanes.

Eduardo Nájera tries his hardest to stick close to Roger, while the others keep close to their matchups, giving Roger no chance to pass the ball.

The end result is Roger shooting a trailing three-pointer from the top of the arc, and the basketball swishes through!

5 to 2!

With Michael Finley injured, the Mavericks lost their only decent periter defender. This xican guy simply cannot impact Roger defensively whatsoever.

Roger pushes the seven-second offense without needing to pass; he can finish himself!

After scoring, Roger continues to turn and look at Mark Cuban, placing a finger to his lips — you better shut your mouth!

In the following ga, Roger simply roams freely through the Mavericks’ defense.

The Mavericks’ periter defense is awful, and the interior defense isn’t any better.

Though Erik Dampier, who self-proclaid as “Western Second Center” has always been a joke, you must admit he did provide so rim protection value after joining the Mavericks.

And now, this Mavericks squad can’t find a single qualified interior defender.

Watching Roger casually score from the periter and dominate the paint, Stephen Jackson laughs: “Damn, Roger is like banging a 40-year-old woman!”

Jeff Hornacek is embarrassed, if the defense is slack then say it, what kind of bizarre taphors are these!

However, Nowitzki and Nash are performing exceptionally today; their shooting touch is unbelievably good.

Many tis, Marion and Stephen Jackson got right in Nowitzki’s face, yet he could still make the shots.

Nash is just the sa, his mid-range jump shots are so steady it’s like he’ll never miss.

But, as the ga progresses, Mark Cuban feels a sense of “might as well concede early” creeping in.

Because the closer Nowitzki and Nash get to tying the score, the higher Roger’s personal scoring climbs!

From the start of the ga, Roger has suppressed the Mavericks with his terrifying individual firepower, no matter how hard Nowitzki and Nash try, they just can’t take the lead.

Though Dirk and Nash are performing well, the Mavericks never really see any hope of winning from beginning to end.

With two minutes left in the ga, Roger holds the ball on offense, and the Hawks have already led by 13 points.

One more basket, and the ga will officially enter garbage ti.

Roger doesn’t need to wave for everyone to spread out because just dealing with the Mavericks’ defense, Roger is enough alone.

He dribbles, goes between his legs, crosses over like he’s walking across the street past Nájera, then stops abruptly to the left of the free-throw line and raises the basketball.

The xican jumps nervously to block, but didn’t expect Roger was just feigning a shot. After tricking Nájera, Roger steps forward, jumps, and shoots.

For so reason, Roger’s shooting form seems odd, the basketball indeed doesn’t go in, bouncing off the backboard imdiately.

Yet, the basketball rebounded right into Roger’s hands as he charged towards the basket and jumped, grabbing the rebound among four Mavericks players, and he finishes it, showcasing an All-Star-esque self-pass and finish!

Roger did this on purpose; he wanted to end the ga with a move like this!

Mark Cuban’s head buzzes as he glances at the stats on the big screen.

Roger with 64 points!

This bloody number almost suffocated Cuban, making him feel an unprecedented sense of sha.

Soon, Cuban hears Roger shouting: “Mark, there’s nothing you can do if I’m rude to you. But if you’re rude to , this is what you get, this is the difference between a king and a commoner. That’s right, in a king’s eyes, a franchise and a peasant are no different. 64 points is my gift to you; I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and don’t expect to apologize to you either!”

Watching Mark Cuban angrily get up and leave, Roger finally feels much more comfortable inside.

Roger now harbors intense resentnt towards these arrogant owners, so if you’re smart, don’t co near, and certainly don’t mimic Cuban.

During the tiout, Roger, having blasted 64 points, steps off the court, while Stephen Jackson stands up and makes a crown action to Roger.

Roger suddenly realizes sothing’s wrong, he’s increasingly calling himself king, and his teammates are starting to crown him.

This…

To hell with it, anyway, I’m more qualified than that other guy who likes calling himself king.