Champion Creed
Chapter 492 - 492 182 He can now guzzle the blood of his enemies!

492: 182: He can now guzzle the blood of his enemies!

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(Requesting monthly tickets!)_6 Karl Malone and Mutombo were tightly clashing under the basket, while Stockton and Bryon Russell had already sprinted forward, waiting for the long pass.

But the basketball “whooshed” straight through the net.

O’Neal swung his fist, roared, and nailed a three-pointer!

When you encounter a Shaq who can still make free throws at the last moment of the game, it means your luck has run out.

Roger looked at Malone, who was starting to show fear, and shook his head gently, “You’re the first piece of trash I’ve seen whose free throws are worse than Shaq’s.”

The final 20 seconds, Utah Jazz trailed by 3 points.

This was the margin separating them from the end of their season.

Jerry Sloan did not like this situation at all.

Being down by 3 points meant that there were few offensive options; they could only shoot from beyond the three-point line, which would greatly reduce the opponent’s defensive difficulty.

Of course, Sloan could choose a quick 2-point play, and then foul Shaq.

But, setting aside whether a quick 2-point play would work, given Shaq’s recent free throw feeling, he wouldn’t be missing them easily again.

Going for 2 points, the risk was too great.

In the end, Jerry Sloan decided to put the ball in the hands of John Stockton, the man who had killed the Rockets’ big three in the Western Conference Finals, the guy who was always incredibly calm no matter what.

As the timeout ended, in Washington’s Spokane, all the patrons tensely fixed their eyes on the TV.

Among them, Jack Stockton’s palms were already sweating.

“Jack, your son’s going to execute this play, right?

The Jazz team needs a three-pointer,”

“Keep silent, Leon!”

“Why?

Our voices can’t affect the game anyway.”

“Shut up!”

The whole bar fell silent, and all that could be heard was Marv Albert’s commentary on the television:

“John Stockton, with a resting heart rate of 41, has a pilot license, capable of flying a SuperSonic jet, and even owned one.

You could say that on the basketball court, there’s nothing that can make his heart beat faster.

So, will the ball be given to him?

Will he make this tie-breaking play?”

Marv Albert would bet that no Orlando Magic fans watching the game at that moment weren’t nervous.

Because in times of crisis, John Stockton’s big-hearted attribute was simply off the charts.

Although Stockton had not yet performed a game-winner in the Finals, he had several crucial moments of brilliance.

In Game 1, with less than a minute left in the entire game, it was Stockton receiving a pass from Karl Malone to sink a three-pointer, putting the Jazz ahead of the Magic 82-81.

In Game 3, with less than 5 minutes left in the fourth quarter, after Roger hit a three-pointer leaving the Magic Team only 5 points behind, Stockton scored 4 straight points to stabilize the situation and then sealed the game with six successful free throws at the final moment.

Just past in Game 4, when Roger ran to the frontcourt, it was Stockton who immediately appeared beside Roger to interfere.

John Stockton was a man born for the big scene.

He was very calm, not feeling a trace of nervousness.

Until No.

14 stood before him: “I’ll play with you a bit.”

As a pilot, Stockton could definitely feel his heart rate accelerating.

Why was this?

Because in the previous game, Roger had caused his final equalizing shot to miss.

This season, Roger had not just once used his defense to kill the game at critical moments.

As those basketball commentators had said countless times, “Roger now influences the game with more than just scoring.”

Very different from his rookie season, Roger now had a lion-like keen sense on the defensive end.

The referee’s whistle blew, the game began, Karl Malone inbounded the ball.

If anyone in the world could sense Stockton’s position with their eyes closed, it definitely had to be Karl Malone.

Stockton pushed away Roger, and even stepped on Roger’s foot during his start to disrupt Roger’s pursuit.

Roger gritted his teeth in anger, Stockton was truly a villain in scholar’s clothing.

He shook off Roger and sprinted away towards the three-point line.

Karl Malone, at the perfect moment, passed a ball at just the right speed.

Their synergy even surpassed the most precisely calculated machines.

Based on the ball’s trajectory and Stockton’s running speed, by the time Stockton reached beyond the three-point line, the basketball would also arrive in his hands.

Stockton was already adjusting, ready to shoot the instant he caught the ball, not giving Roger the chance to close in and disrupt the shot.

But suddenly, Stockton felt a sharp pain in his ribs.

His pace became disordered, slowing down by a couple of steps.

Stockton turned his head only to find Roger revealing an evil grin, having elbowed him in the ribs!

This was the kind of tactic needed for dealing with such a villain!

The idea of sportsmanship depended on who your opponent was!

With his pace slowed, all Stockton could do was watch helplessly as Roger overtook him.

Roger was the first to break out beyond the three-point line, and in the Delta Center, under the fearful gaze of over twenty thousand fans, he intercepted the pass from Malone to Stockton!

For two consecutive games, Roger had contained the man touted as the least likely to make a mistake!

For two consecutive games, Roger had shamed Karl Malone at the crucial moment!

In these critical moments, his performance, the toughness he displayed, utterly exploded the bleeding Mailman.

He didn’t just shatter Malone’s myth with an elbow during the regular season.

He completely destroyed his reputation with basketball in the championships.

This was the most ruthless crushing of one star by another!

Inside a Spokane, Washington bar, there was dead silence.

Inside the Delta Center, there was dead silence.

What remained was only fear.

After intercepting the basketball, Roger immediately dashed down the court.

By now, the Jazz Team had no one who could catch up to him.

Roger ran frantically, feeling for the first time just how vast the basketball court could be, so vast.

He ran for what seemed like ages without reaching the other half of the court.

Finally, after what felt like a full minute, Roger made it to the paint.

He used the strength in his legs to soar through the air.

The backboard seemed to become a screen, replaying various scenes.

The summer of 1994, the meeting on the golf course with the Magic Team executives.

The fall of 1994, O’Neal lying on the locker room carpet, clutching his legs: At last!

I’ve finally seen you here!

Still in the fall of 1994, Roger confidently told reporters: Next season, no one will want to face us.

It was the beginning of a brutal reign, followed by one massacre of victory after another.

He took down Dream, he took down Jordan.

During this campaign, Karl Malone’s name wasn’t even worth mentioning.

From 1994 to 1997, three seasons.

It was time to take the third championship.

Now, it was Roger’s dynasty!

“Roger dunks with a tomahawk…Bang!

That’s it, the game is over!

One assist, one steal, and one score, Roger has once again ended the suspense!

Orlando Magic are the 1997 NBA champions!” Marv Albert shouted as he watched Roger’s ferocious dunk, jumping up.

Roger landed, excited to jump onto the scorer’s table once again.

He could now drink in the blood of his enemies!

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