Champion Creed
Chapter 292 - 292 125 No one can teach me how to speak!

292: 125: No one can teach me how to speak!

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(Vote for monthly ticket!)_3 Magic had a chance to counterattack, Roger rushed to get the rebound from Cage.

If I’m going to be worn down without the ball, might as well go on the offensive with it.

Roger took the ball past the mid-court line, and still he had no intention of passing.

This game, Magic’s offense had completely turned into one man against four spectators.

Brian Hill didn’t like this kind of game, but the Heat’s defensive strategy was to force Roger to do just that.

Chapman continued his mindless pressure, but Roger got past him with a wide cross-over move right in front of him.

Chapman himself was not much of a defender; they were indeed fierce and resolute, and dealing with them truly required top-tier talent.

Not to brag, but Roger happened to possess that top-tier talent.

Facing an offensive player with top-tier talent, just having the right attitude on defense is far from enough.

Having gotten past Chapman, Roger shot from just inside the three-point line.

5 to 6.

Bill Walton knew on-site that the fury was about to ignite!

“Pat, I thought after you ran off to South Beach you would’ve at least improved a bit.

But you are still useless, and your team is just as pathetic as you.

Where do you plan to run to next time?

The West?”

Roger kept taunting toward the Heat bench.

“Watch your mouth here, kid!” Alonzo Mourning wouldn’t allow anyone in his home court to insult his team and coach like that.

Roger had been enduring Mourning for a long time, always avoiding him, but Mourning was constantly provoking him.

Hasn’t anyone taught you not to interrupt when adults are talking?

“Interesting, what if I just don’t care?” This was the first time Roger spoke to Mourning today.

“I’ll make you care!”

Mourning didn’t like Roger and Shaq, as everyone knew.

Speaking of Shaq, hardly a few in the league liked the arrogant and domineering O’Neal.

Roger?

He had said back in high school, “Entering the NBA, Mourning won’t even be mentioned in the same breath as Shaq.”

Looking at it now, that was indeed the brutal truth.

But Mourning felt insulted, so Roger had always had a bad image in his eyes.

Now, Roger was so recklessly wild in Mourning’s home court!

Mourning made up his mind, if Roger dared to enter the paint, he was definitely going to teach that bastard a lesson!

The Heat continued their offense, Mourning set a blind screen for Chapman who was a very accurate three-point shooter, In the ’90s, he averaged shots from downtown six times per game, but his shooting percentage was a stable 37.1%, so his long-range threat was significant.

This blind pick-and-roll caught the Magic’s defensive attention, McKey was pondering whether to switch defense for Roger or not.

The next moment, right after the blind screen, Mourning cut straight to the basket.

Meanwhile, point guard Bimbo Coles fed him the ball directly.

The blind screen was just a decoy!

Because of his initial hesitation, McKey was a step slower and could only stick to Mourning as closely as possible, but Mourning still managed to push past McKey under the basket, forcefully leaping for a layup.

The Heat’s offensive intentions were very clear today, to blatantly bully the Magic’s weak inside.

But as Mourning was about to shoot the ball he hoisted, he saw Roger dart into the paint, jump up beside McKey, and swat the ball right out of his hands!

After completing the block, Roger, still charging forward, slammed hard into Mourning and knocked him straight down.

“Along with the ball, Roger just blocked Mourning, his help defense was incredibly fast!

The kid’s fury is burning, truly burning!” Bill Walton couldn’t help but shout.

After bulking up this season, Roger’s style of play had become even more brutal.

The previous Roger was probably a 10 in elegance.

It was now a mix of 7 points of elegance and 3 points of brutality.

In the past, Roger might have been able to block Mourning, but there was no way he could have knocked him down with his weight.

After Mourning fell to the ground, Roger didn’t forget to bend down and get in his face, “Answer me, Alonzo.

What if I don’t watch my words?

What can you do to me?

How are you going to make me pay attention?”

“Fuck!” Mourning slammed the floor angrily and got up ready to fight.

Derrick McKey prevented the fight from happening.

He almost instantly stepped in front of Roger, “Back off Alonzo.

What do you want to do?

Remember Dennis’s bright red hair last time he stirred up trouble with us?

That wasn’t dyed!”

Mourning backed off under his teammates’ pulling and the referee’s warning.

He was enraged to the extreme, but acting out was clearly not the wise choice right now.

He had to ensure victory in the game first.

Mourning tried to calm himself down, but the fans’ excitement was still hard to settle.

This season, Roger really felt more and more like a tyrant, with such violent scenes becoming increasingly common.

This change in Roger was due to increased weight and strength, and he enjoyed this transformation.

The Magic countered, Mourning kept a tight watch on Roger, determined to return the favor!

If Roger dared to barge into the paint, he would make him pay a heavy price!

Roger continued to play solo with the ball.

This season, Roger’s assist numbers had improved significantly, especially after Saru successfully joined the rotation.

But today, Roger returned to his classic self.

Roger knew Riley’s strategy, he wanted to exhaust him through endless pressing and one-on-one, turning him into the version of Jordan from the previous game against the Magic.

But the best defensive effect the Magic had on Jordan before was only when Harper was guarding him.

If Roger was being pressed by excellent defenders like Pippen or Harper throughout, then Roger would indeed be greatly worn out.

But with the Heat’s ragtag outsiders, Roger was hardly affected by their pressing!

This time was no exception, Roger did not even give Chapman a chance to get close.

When Chapman aggressively pressed up trying to wear Roger out, Roger skillfully dodged by dribbling behind his back, immediately avoiding Chapman, and then drove straight to the basket.

Mourning, like a fierce beast spotting its prey, immediately went up to defend in the perfect position, ready to hunt Roger down.

He jumped with all his might, but in mid-air, he was still dominated by Roger in terms of height, the difference between a vertical jump and a running leap.

Roger, in mid-air, collided head-on with Mourning, and, with the help of inertia, forcibly pushed Mourning aside, slamming the ball down with one hand!

Mourning tumbled out of bounds, brutally taken down by Roger for the second straight play!

Having just flipped Mourning over with ball and all, and now directly smashing him to the ground face-first.

Roger’s brutality meter made Miami feel the fear!

Up in the stands, Micky Arison couldn’t even smile.

Sure, he liked tough competition, but he liked it when the Heat inflicted hardship on their opponents.

But now, it was Mourning who was being tormented by Roger!

This season, with increased weight and strength, Roger’s dunk success rate was noticeably higher.

Compared to his previous style, akin to a swift, gentle assassin’s strike, Roger now preferred to wield his battle-axe and directly split his opponent’s head!

The creed of an assassin?

The creed of a berserker!

Mourning lay on the floor, looking at Magic’s number 14 in astonishment.

He hadn’t expected this once skinny high schooler to explode with such power.

Roger looked down proudly at Mourning, whom he had trampled underfoot, his gaze cold, “Watch what you say?

Nobody can teach me how to talk, Alonzo!

If you can’t stop me, then shut the fuck up, I’ll speak however I want!

I don’t want to hear another word from you, got it!?”

Having dealt with the interrupting Mourning, Roger turned his attention back to the bench and Riley as he retreated, “I have a lot more to deliver today.

Sit tight and enjoy the show, you mutt, Pat.”

Roger continued roaring at the Heat’s bench, and Bill Walton began to feel sympathy for Riley:

“God, Roger is trash-talking the Heat’s bench every time he scores, he’s not letting Pat off the hook!

I’ve said long ago, being on Roger’s radar is not a good thing.

Is Pat Riley starting to regret things he’s said before?

I think, maybe just a bit.”