Champion Creed
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Wilkins’s skin crawled with goosebumps; he had thought that Roger was just talking big before.

In that game in Atlanta, Roger told Wilkins: “That thing from 1988 won’t happen again because this time, the asshole who can score 20 points in a quarter is by your side.”

Wilkins couldn’t believe that Roger had turned it into a reality!

Jordan and Ewing gritted their teeth as they watched Roger at the free-throw line, powerless to stop him.

This wasn’t the first time that top athletes were seen embarrassed at their low point, Marv Albert used a boxing analogy:

“This foul is like Mike Tyson, cornered, resorting to biting Evander Holyfield’s ear in a fight to deal with the beating!

Yes, they’re both desperate, so they make such a helpless choice!”

Once the Tyson who was proficient at destroying opponents in seconds, now forced to rely on some tasteless bullshit to prove he’s still tough.

What about Jordan?

His situation was even worse than Tyson’s.

Tyson at least could still fight.

But Jordan’s professional career was about to be terminated.

No one expected the fourth quarter of the game to be so ruthless.

People thought it would be a scoring battle between Jordan and Roger, a fierce fight.

Instead, it turned into a merciless slaughter.

Knicks fans felt as if they’d plunged into an ice cave, the cold piercing to the bone.

Madison Square Garden, the fourth quarter, a do-or-die…

It seemed as if everything had been predetermined.

Because Roger, in this situation, had never missed before!

As the game time ticked away, Michael Jordan continued to be dominated by Roger on the court.

The Knicks, who had led by 7 points, were now falling further behind.

With 1 minute and 3 seconds left in the game, Roger scored his 25th point of the quarter with a pick-and-roll jumper, for a total of 48 points!

After the third quarter ended, Roger trailed Jordan by 14 points in individual scoring; now, he had completely overtaken him!

Michael Jordan had only managed 9 points this quarter, totaling 45 points so far.

And the Knicks were now trailing by 9 points.

Jordan panted heavily; was his professional career going to end like this?

He continued to attack, looking for opportunities through off-ball movements.

This time, Roger got caught on Ewing’s off-ball screen and lost Jordan.

Seeing this, Wilkins immediately stepped in to defend, confronting Jordan directly.

The keenly sensing Jordan knew well that his chance had come!

Jordan made a move to drive, fooling Wilkins into a lateral movement, only to change direction immediately.

But, incredibly, Wilkins managed to move in time, blocking in front of Jordan and colliding hard, bringing Jordan to a halt!

Surprise filled Jordan’s brown eyes; he looked at Wilkins in disbelief, not understanding.

How could this be?

Even if that guy had been gasping just now, he couldn’t suddenly be bounding with energy.

Normally, that would be impossible, unless, your spirit lets your body break through the bottleneck.

Now, Wilkins understood that Roger was the superstar destined to destroy the Knicks.

The very thing he feared most, this time, stood with him.

So, he feared nothing.

To hell with exhaustion, to hell with fear.

Even if I plunge into hell, even if I run my legs to break, I will hang on till the end of the game, to get that ring!

Come on, Michael Jordan, bring it on!

Kill me, or be killed!

Victory, is the only truth.

Win the victory, win everything!

After being blocked, Jordan didn’t have much time to adjust, because Roger was already lunging at him.

Pass the ball to Larry Johnson?

No, Grandmama had long since lost his touch.

Although passing the ball could take some of the blame off Jordan, he wouldn’t do that.

Jordan adjusted himself, pushing away Wilkins with one hand, preparing to step back for a jump shot.

But the moment the ball was in both hands, Jordan’s ball was poked away by Wilkins!

Dominique Wilkins, always fond of gambling for steals, won the most important gamble of his life!

“Ah!!!”

Wilkins roared, using those legs that had once soared through the air, squeezing out the last bit of strength to rush towards the ball, diving to the ground, lunging for the basketball.

It’s hard to imagine, just last fall at the Magic Team’s preseason training camp, the haughty Dominique Wilkins was caught by Roger for not bothering to chase after a loose ball and was berated while being grabbed by the collar.

That incident had sparked a feud between them.

But now, he threw himself into the game without any regard for his safety.

Yes, not everyone is like Shaq, never changing.

Wilkins dived for the basketball, then pushed it single-handedly towards Roger.

Go.

Turn the lead into double digits!

Fulfill your promise!

Put an end to all this!

Let me wear that damn ring!

Roger stooped, picking up the ball.

Jordan quickly went to defend, but he found that the distance between him and Roger was getting wider; he couldn’t catch up.

Roger?

At that moment, he remembered the season he was traded.

Roger, the world’s number one awesome king.

Without Michael Jordan, the Bulls were nothing.

Just one year would prove that Roger would never be as good as Michael, because Michael could lead the same Bulls to championship victory, but Roger couldn’t.

Ha.

Now, Roger was going to make Jordan nothing!

Substitute me for Jordan, and the Bulls wouldn’t make it to a single Finals, Jordan wouldn’t make it to a single Finals, I kept my word!

Roger burst into the paint, his entire body tensed in the air like an axe cleaving into Jordan’s head, and he slammed the ball down fiercely!

The next moment of that shot, if frozen at that instant, was Wilkins leaping in mid-air, Harper with his arms raised high, Brian Hill shouting loudly, the substitutes standing and waving towels, and a complex-looking Shaq.

Everyone was losing their composure, ecstatic, sharing the joy of that moment.

Years later, many people would still reminisce about this day, the day when Roger’s name was etched into history.

He had slayed God for the third time.

He had become part of a dynasty!

The sprint, the slam, the landing, the roar.

27 points in a single quarter, 49 points for the entire game.

Roger chopped Michael Jordan to a bloody sprawl in the fourth quarter.

Then, with bloodied hands, he emerged as the final victor, having claimed a savage and bloody victory.

Michael Jordan stood not far behind Roger, hands on his hips.

It was over, all over.

He had witnessed the most brilliant peaks, and now, he had plunged into the most desperate of valleys.

At that moment, Roger ran back on defense, passing by Jordan.

Jordan thought that Roger would trash talk him, as Roger’s vicious trash talk hadn’t stopped all quarter.

But Roger said nothing, he didn’t even glance at Jordan.

Roger’s reaction plunged Jordan further into despair.

It meant that he, like the other opponents lying in pools of blood, was no longer significant.