Champion Creed
Chapter 491 - 491 182 He can now guzzle the blood of his enemies!

491: 182: He can now guzzle the blood of his enemies!

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(Requesting monthly tickets!)_5 The other patrons in the bar were also somewhat disappointed, but they still consoled Old Jack, “It’s okay, John never screws up in the clutch, right?

With him around, the Jazz won’t lose.”

The score was still 87 to 87, and it was the Magic’s turn to attack.

Roger, trapped in a pincer move, passed the ball to Saru, but the loyal Knight’s three-pointer just wouldn’t sink this game.

He complained to the referee, “That bastard John Stockton tripped me on purpose when I jumped!”

As expected, he got no response.

By this point in the finals, it had become an all-out brawl.

The referees themselves were caught up in this standard, so there was no way they would notice anything amiss.

The score remained 87 to 87, and the Utah Jazz continued.

Malone cut out to receive the ball, and took a jump shot before the double-team could arrive.

But just like his free throws, the basketball bounced out again.

Jazz fans were exceedingly disappointed, as Karl Malone’s tough-guy image was thoroughly overturned.

Brian Hill called a timeout; someone had to step forward and break the balance.

Sitting on the bench, everyone glanced at the red wine beside them.

A sweat-drenched Wilkins asked, “Should be about sobered up by now, right?”

Harper chuckled and pitched in, “I can smell the aroma of wine already!

Roger, when the hell do we drink those bastards’ blood!?”

“After 39 seconds!” Roger replied, and 39 seconds was precisely what was left in the game.

Brian Hill tapped the tactical board, “Let’s discuss drinking later, gentlemen.

Next offensive play, Shaq, you hold the ball high!”

“You must be fucking crazy!” O’Neal roared in dissatisfaction.

Since he was leaving after this season anyway, he didn’t need to preserve any decorum in this relationship.

Any displeasure, he’d just shout it out loud.

“That’s still better than you being afraid to even touch the ball in the low post!

You know damn well that as soon as the last 2 minutes come, if you touch the ball at the low post, you’ll be fouled.

Damn it, if your cursed free throws were a bit more accurate, we wouldn’t have to struggle like this!

Move to the high post, I have a way to get you points!” Brian Hill also let loose, not caring whether Shaq would get angry.

“You saying, what do I do at the high post?”

Seeing Shaq’s attitude soften, Brian Hill immediately laid out the tactics.

He chose Shaq because the Jazz would habitually assume that Magic would not let Shaq, with his abysmal free throw shooting, handle the ball at critical moments.

So, they would definitely focus more defensive attention on Roger.

All right, it was time to play a wicked joke on the Utah Jazz!

Game resumed, and fans in the Delta Center rode an out-of-control roller coaster, screaming wildly.

Indeed, their fate hung by a thread.

How they wished these deafening screams could help their team out of trouble.

The Magic were on the attack; Saru directed the play outside the three-point line, and just when everyone thought he would pass to Roger, Shaq suddenly burst forward.

Saru passed the ball to Shaq near the free-throw line, and Mutombo, who followed, hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to commit the foul, as Shaq posed no threat from there.

As Mount Mutombo hesitated, O’Neal passed the ball back to Roger, who was outside at 45° left of the three-point line.

Roger immediately drove towards the center, and surely enough, Mutombo’s defensive focus was on Roger, stepping up to block.

He and Bryon Russell formed an impregnable wall, with Roger unable to break through or find a shot.

But the next second, Mutombo felt a chill in his heart because he saw Roger bounce-pass the ball through his own legs, sending it to O’Neal, who had cut down!

It was a perfect play, with Roger drawing the defense and Shaq finally breaking free, lunging toward the basket.

Shaq caught the ball, took two big strides, and leaped in preparation to slam it down.

Just as Karl Malone attempted a foul, jumping to intercept,

Shaq completely ignored this weakling, roaring as he one-handedly smashed the ball down!

“Bang!”

Karl Malone was sent flying out of the baseline, Shaq hung on the rim bellowing, and the referee blew the whistle.

O’Neal had earned a three-point play opportunity!

In the final moments, Roger and O’Neal, a duo destined to part ways, once again, with their tacit understanding, destroyed the vocal cords of the Salt Lake City fans and quieted the arena!

It was a soul-crushing attack; at this moment, the Salt Lake City fans really wanted to ask, “Can the combo of Roger and Shaq truly be defeated?”

For three years, this was the question every opponent of the Magic had been searching for.

Roger and O’Neal did not celebrate, they did not have a melodramatic reconciliation at the cusp of victory.

They still ignored each other, not even a high-five, let alone a glance.

O’Neal just walked to the free-throw line, while Roger glanced at the wine on the sidelines.

“He couldn’t wait to drain the enemy’s blood, he couldn’t wait to start his own Dynasty Feast!” Marv Albert read Roger’s mind aloud.

Once again, the Jazz fans roared on the court.

They knew how terrible Shaq’s free throws were, and if O’Neal missed the extra point, the team still had a chance.

Unfortunately, O’Neal did not repeat the mistake from the Eastern Conference Finals this time.

With an extremely awkward stance, he single-handedly pushed the ball out, and in this world, the only thing that could be uglier was probably Flying Pig playing golf.