Champion Creed Chapter 936: 307: Why aren't you speaking? (Asking for month

Chapter 936: 307: Why aren’t you speaking? (Asking for monthly votes!)_4

Roger sat back on the bench, with 2 minutes and 43 seconds remaining in the ga.

He knew exactly what he needed to do next—continue using both hands to break through the Pistons’ iron wall.

This was Roger’s last rest before taking over the ga, so he didn’t say much, just focused on regulating his breathing.

Lenny Wilkens substituted Pippen for Jeff Hornacek, achieving an assist, a basket, and drawing a foul; the lethal 3-point shooter had completed his task. At least during Roger’s breathing pause, his presence ensured the Hawks didn’t fall behind.

In fact, Jeff Hornacek absolutely overachieved in his tasks.

But that’s about as much as he could do; for these kinds of gas, ultimately, it’s the star players who solve the problems.

Roger watched the Dream, who was too tired to leap anymore, observed Hornacek shining brightly after 331 days of doing his best, and surveyed everyone itching to puml the Pistons. Atlanta’s Savior took a deep breath.

Ti-out ended, the battle continued, Roger stood up, and promised everyone: “I won’t let your efforts go to waste.”

Now is the ti for the Savior!

Ron Artest continued to guard beside Roger, this Hawks number 14 hadn’t made a shot in nearly two minutes, and hadn’t scored in nearly four minutes.

Artest had reason to believe that Roger had been defeated in this ga.

In the past two minutes, the Hawks could still rely on their seasoned veterans to barely survive.

But now?

He couldn’t always rely on the veterans to save him.

“Really, Roger? Putting Scott on again at this point? You expect him to turn back to 1993? Just hope those old guys keep saving you, huh?” Artest continued to trash talk Roger, convinced he had the upper hand.

“I’ve heard enough of your nonsense, Ron.”

“That’s really unfortunate because aside from listening, there’s nothing else you can do.”

“No, you misunderstood . What I an is, I’m about to shut you up.”

Artest laughed: “If you could do it, would the ga be this tense?”

Roger didn’t respond because you can’t use words to silence soone.

You have to do sothing to shut their mouth.

Roger continued dribbling past half-court, while Artest maintained his physical pressure and verbal pressure.

“That’s right Roger, watch the situation and see which old guy hasn’t been worn out yet, then hurry up and pass the ball to him. Win or lose, at least you can boast at the press conference about being a team player. This move is too intelligent, you’re truly a smart guy.”

Roger really wanted to know if Ron Artest were to use the sa words against Lakers’ LeBron, would the latter be thrown off balance?

In this offensive possession, Roger didn’t pass the ball. He first leaned left to break through, then suddenly pulled back, held the ball, seemingly preparing for a step-back jump shot.

Artest raised his hand to heighten his center of gravity, only to realize Roger lowered the ball and took another dribble in the mont he was about to clasp the ball with both hands. Roger’s very discreet fake-manipulation didn’t directly provoke Artest but still toyed with his balance, gaining Roger so space to break through.

Roger swept past Artest’s side, but he knew Artest would quickly catch up, and if he continued deeper, he would run into Big Ben’s help defense.

Therefore, Roger, who just gained half a step, jumped directly, and shot on a sudden stop!

At this ti, Artest couldn’t interfere with Roger from the front, and the distance from Big Ben’s help defense was still considerable. Despite so interference, this was already a great opportunity for Roger.

The basketball soared over Artest and Ben Wallace’s heads, drawing a perfectly graceful arc. This ti, the basketball didn’t miss again but instead went straight through the net!

Almost everyone on the Hawks’ bench jumped up at the mont of scoring, finally, Roger finally regained his vigor!

Artest considered that he had defended well enough on this ball, and Ben Wallace’s support defense was also very quick, yet Roger still scored, which dealt a heavy blow to him.

He prepared to participate in the offense without saying a word, while Roger murmured right beside his ear: “Ron, why are you so silent?”

Artest ground his teeth, this ti attacking aggressively with his back against Roger, wanting to use his strong body to crush the defense directly.

Yet in the instant of Artest’s turn for a jump shot, Roger seized the timing and cut the ball again.

Artest’s technique was relatively rough, as long as he encountered an expert ball-cutter, he would doubt his own abilities.

After slicing the ball away, Roger imdiately shifted gears to sprint, aiming to push for a seven-second offense.

But as always, Ben Wallace was quick; Roger had just crossed half-court, only to see Big Ben sprinting to the basket like a 100-ter runner, promptly protecting the rim, denying the Hawks an easy counterattack.

But Roger didn’t slow down, invading the paint, jumping directly at Big Ben.

Big Ben welcod this kind of forced attack at the rim. This season’s regular season saw his career-high average of 3.5 blocks mostly taken from those attempting forced rim attacks.

Big Ben latched onto the timing to jump into the air with Roger, lowering his arms. However, just as his palm was about to touch the basketball, Roger withdrew the ball, switched it to his left hand, and gently flipped it from under Big Ben’s arm, succeeding in scoring!

Roger scored again with an unstoppable move, leading the Hawks to a 4-point advantage!

The fans in the Palace of Auburn Hills arena suddenly felt the air conditioning temperature turn low, trembling them.

Quickly they realized, this was not the air conditioning; it was Roger’s signal to take over the ga.