Champion Creed
Chapter 596 - 596 212 No one can defy the will of the savior Vote for monthly tickets!_6

596: 212: No one can defy the will of the savior (Vote for monthly tickets!)_6 596: 212: No one can defy the will of the savior (Vote for monthly tickets!)_6 Lenny Wilkens instructed the whole team to play man-to-man defense, not to double-team lightly.

Because the previous play with a sideline ball to Smits proved, the Pacers tonight were not just looking for Reggie Miller, their entire team was a threat.

During the timeout, Bill Walton wiped the sweat from his forehead, “It feels like the air conditioning in Market Square Arena is broken, it’s unbearably hot in here!”

Magic didn’t continue speaking; the intense game had ignited the passion within him.

The timeout was brief, but everyone watching felt as if they had been waiting for a very long time.

When the buzzer signaling the end of the timeout sounded, the recently quiet arena became restless again.

Roger’s gaze landed on Reggie Miller, even though Pippen would be guarding him later, Roger was still particularly wary of Reggie Miller.

Would that guy do that move again?

The players entered the court, and Reggie Miller and Roger started trash-talking as soon as they approached each other.

“Roger, you’re done for, you know what I’m capable of.”

“If you were capable of much, you wouldn’t be without a single ring.”

“Hah, I’ll have one soon.”

“Wishful thinking.”

Reggie Miller’s words were deceptive; he might have said that on purpose, but in reality, the Pacers’ sideline ball might be passed to someone else.

Of course, he might also be confident.

Psychological warfare was also a part of the basketball game.

Roger stood next to Mark Jackson, but his eyes were fixed on Reggie Miller.

The camera gave close-ups to both Roger and Reggie Miller, as they incessantly bickered, Magic was covered in goosebumps: “You have to say, a great opponent creates a great game!”

Reggie Miller was ready to unleash his finishing move.

The referee’s whistle blew, and time began ticking away.

Reggie Miller moved to the left corner at the baseline, with Dale Davis already setting an off-ball screen for him.

Pippen started moving to keep up, but just after he took a step, Reggie Miller suddenly ran in the opposite direction, sprinting towards a 45-degree angle beyond the three-point line on the right side!

Pippen immediately shifted his center of gravity, but Rik Smits blocked his path.

He couldn’t evade or stop in time and crashed hard into the arms of Rik Smits.

Pippen lost him, and Roger, who was originally guarding Mark Jackson, immediately switched to cover.

But just as Roger was about to catch up with Reggie Miller, Miller forcefully pushed Roger away!

As Roger had anticipated, he did that move again!

Magic jumped up excitedly, “That’s a definite offensive foul!

I’ve always said, he always gets some inexplicable whistles and escapes some inexplicable calls!”

On the court, at least three Hawks players were yelling at the referee, arguing that it was a foul.

But for some reason, the referee made no call.

Reggie Miller successfully received the basketball beyond the right three-point line, jumped, and took his shot.

The clock’s hands finally pointed to Reggie Miller’s favorite moment.

The clutch moment had arrived!

He confidently released the ball, but in the next second, Reggie Miller’s eyes were shrouded in darkness.

Roger, who he had just pushed away, had caught up and then slapped Reggie Miller’s three-point jump shot!

“Great block!

The clutch player saves Atlanta!” Magic’s blood pressure soared.

Jordan and O’Neal’s blood pressure also soared.

Yes, Reggie Miller had once killed the game against Jordan in the original 1998 with that move.

But that was against a 35-year-old Michael Jordan.

Roger was 12 years younger than him.

Just because Jordan was pushed away and couldn’t catch up didn’t mean Roger couldn’t catch up either!

Reggie Miller’s heart turned cold; he hadn’t expected Roger to actually be able to defend and come back.

Fortunately, the basketball was about to fly out of bounds, and the Pacers would still have a second or two to execute a sideline ball strategy.

Then, Scottie Pippen, with a leapfrogging action, flew out of bounds, and with a strong push of his hand, he directed the basketball toward Roger.

Go to hell, for Atlanta!

The basketball whizzed past Reggie Miller’s head like a cannonball, flying straight into the hands of Roger, who had just blocked it.

Pippen fell, his back slamming right onto the scorer’s table.

Magic heard a scream, followed immediately by the Pacers team’s chase after Roger.

Jalen Rose, Mark Jackson, and Reggie Miller, they all reacted instantly and caught up with Roger.

With no time left, Jalen Rose directly grabbed Hawks’ number 14.

The referee blew the whistle; Roger had earned two free throws in the last 20 seconds.

Roger first looked towards Pippen who had stood up, holding his waist, and gave Roger a thumbs up.

Now, Roger could comfortably finish off the game.

Those decisive free throws had cost the Hawks dearly in the past.

As Roger received the basketball at the free-throw line, the booing from the crowd was so loud that Magic could barely hear his own words, “This is insane.

Can you imagine how hard it is to calm your mind with tens of thousands screaming in your ear?”

“Roger, you’ll drown in the same river!” Reggie Miller tried to rattle Roger with trash talk.

He knew the immense pressure Roger was under.

Even he could miss these free throws.

But sadly, Reggie Miller wouldn’t have guessed that last night Roger had fired all his pressures away.

The first free throw, Roger’s shot swooshed neatly through the net.

“Reggie Miller is one of the best clutch players in the world; Roger is the best clutch player in the world, without a doubt!” Magic continued to praise the savior.

The second shot, all Atlanta fans held their breath.

O’Neal muttered non-stop, “Don’t go in, don’t go in…”

Only Michael Jordan simply turned off the TV.

The moment Reggie Miller got blocked, everything was already over.

In the Market Square Arena, all the fans booed, and Reggie Miller prattled nonstop, “You won’t make it Roger, you won’t make it!”

Stevie Smith pointed to the sky, Pippen gritted his teeth enduring the pain, Lenny Wilkens spread his arms wide to prevent the overly excited substitutes from rushing onto the court too early.

Roger, expressionless, took a deep breath and then released the ball.

As the basketball was halfway to the hoop, Roger turned around early, looked towards Reggie Miller at the side, and raised his arms high.

Swish.

“It’s over!

The game is over!

Roger’s crucial free throws cleanly made!

He didn’t let the Hawks drown in the same river, but instead made the Pacers feel the drowning!

4 to 2, Roger with 43 points, 5 rebounds, 11 assists, 2 steals, and 2 blocks, the savior has carried the Atlanta Hawks into the finals!”

Roger said he doesn’t play in Game 7, and so no one can defy the savior’s will!”

Watching Reggie Miller stunned in place, Sofia Vergara remembered her own mind-blanking ascension from last night.

Yep, just like Reggie Miller right now.

They said it, don’t provoke Roger.

It’s dangerous.

(One chapter today, since it’s a direct 10,000 words combined)