Champion Creed
Chapter 260 - 260 115 It hasn't been extinguished it's just been deeply buried asking for monthly votes!_2

260: 115: It hasn’t been extinguished, it’s just been deeply buried (asking for monthly votes!)_2 260: 115: It hasn’t been extinguished, it’s just been deeply buried (asking for monthly votes!)_2 He thought he could successfully take Roger out and stabilize the situation.

He underestimated the power of Talent.

As Chris Mills jumped up and raised the basketball, Roger slapped the ball directly onto the backboard, bouncing it back!

Neither in terms of bounce speed nor jump height could Chris Mills compare to Roger; the block was very clean!

The rebounded basketball was grabbed by Horace Grant.

Chris Mills cursed under his breath, not having expected to miss when the hoop was completely exposed.

It was as embarrassing as going limp with splayed legs in front of you!

Roger and Chris Mills ran forward together, and during this short journey, Roger didn’t forget to hit back at Mills, “Not scoring 10 points tonight, huh?”

That was a counter to the trash talk Chris Mills had just spat out.

Roger was never known to be particularly magnanimous; he was sure to seek revenge.

“Fuck, don’t get cocky, you haven’t taken the lead yet!” Mills continued to guard Roger closely after speaking.

This time on the offense, Saru was tightly guarded and couldn’t find an opportunity.

So the ball was eventually passed to Roger, who didn’t plan to gamble on shooting; he wanted to break through.

But just as he started, Terrell Brandon predictably double-teamed him.

For the moment, only Terrell Brandon joined Mills in double-teaming Roger because Derrick McKey had just scored several baskets, so Bobby Phills, who was guarding him, didn’t participate in the double-team anymore.

This also meant that as long as Terrell Brandon could be drawn away, Roger could make Chris Mills eat his shit!

Roger quickly passed the ball to Saru at the 45-degree angle on the right.

As Saru caught the ball, Terrell Brandon immediately swung around and lunged to attempt a block, leaping with all his might.

But he was too short; at a mere 180 centimeters, he found it very difficult to interfere with Saru, who stood at the standard shooting guard height of 196 centimeters.

Moreover, Saru had an extremely quick release, needing just a moment’s space.

In the end, Terrell Brandon’s fingertips brushed Saru’s forearm as Saru shot steadily.

His heart was incredibly calm; he hadn’t felt this peaceful in a long time.

He too once thought he had unmatched Talent, thinking one day he would peak in his dream and command from on high.

Until later when he hit the wall of reality and encountered an unexpected fate.

Battered and bruised, he lost the shadow of the talented player he used to be.

So he fell, he fell down.

But he was lucky; he met that young King.

The conversation with Roger that day made him deeply realize what was in his heart: the once passionate dreams hadn’t extinguished, just been deeply buried.

Now, he would dig it all out again!

Therefore, the current Saru no longer pondered aimlessly.

He forgot his past genius self, focusing only on playing well in the current game.

Then, to become the first European player to win an NBA championship!

Shooting, falling to the ground.

“Swish.”

“Beep beep beep!”

“Four-point play!

Saru severely punishes the Cavaliers’ double-team, although Terrell hustled back immediately, he still left Saru too much space!

God, Saru has finally found half of himself from a year and a half ago!”

At the sidelines, the Cavaliers coach Fratello, who had just deemed Saru worthless, stood with his mouth agape, seemingly forgetting how to close it.

After scoring, Saru lay on the floor, pounding his fist again and again, shattering the gloom of the past one and a half years!

Then, the other four teammates on the court came into his view.

Roger was the first to reach out a hand: “Welcome back.”

With Roger’s help, Saru stood up and walked to the free-throw line.

His expression was focused, as if his left-handed shot would never deform.

The basketball went through the net, the additional free throw scored, and Magic took the lead by 2 points!

Saru turned to look at the bench, signaling two fingers to Brian Hill, “Two points, Coach.”

“Zip it, or you’re out!”

The Cavaliers were a bit panicked; they had been full of confidence when they just took the court.

They thought they could kill the defending champions’ mood and show off in front of the reporters.

But now they haven’t even realized what happened, their 7-point lead turned into a 2-point deficit!

This time, the Cavaliers’ offense ended up with Danny Ferry, who had the ball in the low post and then dished it out to the mid-range Bobby Phills, whose jump shot missed.

The offensive talent of the Cavaliers is too mediocre; it’s fine when neither side is scoring, but as soon as the opponent starts scoring consecutively, the Cavaliers simply can’t respond.

Fratello called over Dan Majerle, preparing to bring in the veteran guard at the next dead ball.

However, before a dead ball, Fratello was unable to do anything.

All he could do was pray that the deficit wouldn’t grow any larger.

The game continued, with Saru controlling the ball beyond the three-point line.

Although he had lost his breakthrough ability, he could still occasionally handle the ball and organize plays.

In this lineup, he was playing the point guard position.

Roger, at the top of the arc, immediately raised his hand for the ball, and Saru passed it to him right away.

The moment Roger received the ball, he suddenly took off, and with just one step, he had already gained a half-body advantage!

Chris Mills’ one-on-one defense was no problem for Roger at all.

Terrell Brandon immediately went to double-team him, but during the process, he saw Roger glance at Saru.

Brandon got scared; he dared not leave the Lithuanian open.

So, just as he was about to successfully complete the trap, he backed off.

But Roger didn’t pass the ball; instead, he drove through the gap Brandon had left and towards the basket!

Finally, the space in front of Roger opened up.

Finally, someone could help him create space.

Finally, he could do as he pleased!

By this time, Tyrone Hill and Danny Ferry had already positioned themselves in the paint.

But faced with Roger, who was barreling in like a runaway truck, both of them seemed to freeze.

All game long, they hadn’t seen Roger break through this easily.

Just like that, Roger dunked ferociously over the heads of two Cavalier defenders who might as well have been wooden stakes, posterizing both!

With the forceful slam dunk accompanied by the referee’s quick whistle, the cheers of the fans, and the announcer’s shout:

“This is the comeback battle we’ve been waiting for!

This is the Roger we’ve been waiting for!

He’s finally back!

Please allow me to introduce to you once again, the young King, the Truth of Orlando, the cold-blooded Agent Zero, the wise Plato, Roger!

He’s back, he’s back!”

This is the consequence of completely clearing out space!

The Cavaliers’ mediocre talent is nowhere near enough for Roger!

Saru also opened his arms wide, enjoying the roar of the crowd; he was back too.

The Cleveland Cavaliers called for a timeout; the defending champions’ onslaught had completely broken the Cavaliers!

After scoring, Roger let out a triumphant roar; with that basket, he had already racked up 20 points.

Afterward, he turned to Chris Mills, who had earlier taunted him, and smirked, “Hey, wasn’t it you who said I couldn’t score 40 tonight?”

Chris Mills, scared, quickly left the court; he felt…

as if he had gotten himself into big trouble!

Roger high-fived his teammates, then headed to the bench.

Brian Hill, whose face had been sour for several days, finally showed a hint of a smile: “Well done, lads, that’s the defending champions’ form!”

After that, he turned to Saru, whom he had been reluctant to trust till now.

“You did well, Saru, I hope you keep it up.

But I’m still sticking to what I said earlier: if you make two consecutive mistakes, I’ll sub you out.

Don’t get ahead of yourself!”

“And what about shooting?”

Brian Hill shook his head: “Right now, I’ll allow you three misses.

So go ahead, Saru, shoot!

If those bastards double-team Roger, punish them hard.

To hell with the four-game losing streak, we’re getting back on the winning track tonight!”

Saru beamed with joy, although Brian Hill could be quite annoying at times…

well, at least he was better than that bastard George Karl.

At that moment, the camera panned to the bench where O’Neal’s large silhouette was framed.

Someone had placed two disposable cups on either side of the frame.

Bob Costas joked, “Look at how happy Shaq is.

He must also be cheering for that last basket!”

Indeed, O’Neal’s presence felt more substantial tonight.

You can rest easy when you leave things in Roger’s hands.