Champion Creed
Chapter 606 - 606 215 Sit down earnestly for me!

606: 215: Sit down earnestly for me!

(Asking for monthly tickets!)_4 606: 215: Sit down earnestly for me!

(Asking for monthly tickets!)_4 Karl Malone’s anger was on the verge of reaching its tipping point, he swore to make those two idiots regret it!

This time, the Jazz’s offense was a pick-and-roll executed by Mutombo and Stockton.

Stevie Smith was blocked by the pick-and-roll; Stockton intended to break through, but Kurt Thomas quickly stepped up to defend.

Mutombo cut in opportunistically, but Big Ben rapidly switched to defend, blocking Stockton’s passing lane.

Big Ben had improved rapidly this season; although he wasn’t quite at his historical peak level yet, his ability to read the opposing offense was much better than when he first joined the team.

However, this was exactly the outcome the Jazz Team had wanted.

With Mutombo drawing the defense down, forcing the opponent’s power forward to help, Malone could break away for a mid-range jump shot after receiving the ball.

Stockton didn’t hesitate and immediately passed the ball to Karl Malone, who was temporarily unguarded.

But as Malone caught the ball, Kurt Thomas swiftly moved to face him again, while Stevie Smith continued to handle Stockton.

The Hawks’ defensive rotation this round was nothing short of perfect, fully maximizing their advantage in mobility.

The moment Lenny Wilkens decided to start Big Ben, he was determined to contend with the Jazz in defense.

The interior combination of Kurt Thomas and Big Ben might be weak offensively, but was definitely tough enough to give any opponent a hard time defensively.

This pick-and-roll tactic didn’t give the Jazz Team any easy shot opportunities.

Karl Malone, facing Kurt Thomas, faked a shot with the basketball before driving hard.

Kurt Thomas was strong in his defense, but not as freakishly so as Big Ben.

Malone powered over him into the paint, then forcefully jumped for a layup.

In midair, Malone had completely pushed away Kurt Thomas’s body and then one-handedly lofted the basketball towards the basket.

For Karl Malone, such a layup was almost certain to score.

But as he released the ball, an explosive head suddenly rose swiftly.

His hand blocked the rim and viciously swatted the ball away!

Big Ben came in just in time to help on defense, thwarting Karl Malone’s shot, which he had been so sure of making!

Karl Malone immediately shouted, “Goaltending!”

The ball had already flown high and seemed unlikely to be blocked.

Thus, Malone had reason to suspect that it was only after the basketball started to descend that Big Ben touched it.

The referees did indeed stop the game to check the playback at the technical table.

But this action only confirmed Karl Malone’s demise.

Because the replay showed that Big Ben had completed the block at the very peak of the ball’s flight!

“Unbelievable height, he’s only 206 centimeters!” Steve Jones exclaimed in amazement.

If he knew Big Ben’s actual height, he would have been even more shocked.

The referee confirmed it was a clean block and only granted the Jazz Team a sideline throw-in.

Stockton inbounded the ball, and an impatient Malone quickly asked for it and then turned for a jump shot.

The basketball ricocheted off the rim.

The defensive pressure Big Ben applied to Malone was a completely different story compared to Alan Henderson.

Roger ran forward while deliberately taunting in a mocking tone, “What’s the matter, Karl?

Starting to rely on jump shots again?

Do you really think you can harvest the game like that?

Championships aren’t that easy to come by!”

Malone was so furious he was at a loss for words.

All he wanted to do was raise his elbow and smash it down hard on Roger’s crown.

At this moment, perhaps seeing Malone silent, Mutombo spoke up in his defense, “Shut up, Roger, you’re doing the same by playing on the perimeter.”

“This isn’t your place to speak, Dikembe, I don’t want to bully a 50-year-old man,” Roger retorted.

“50-year-old geezer?

Give it a rest, Roger, you’ve never successfully dunked on me.

If I’m an old man, why can’t you do it?”

“I admit I haven’t dunked on you recently because you’re not worth it.”

“No, not recently, you’ve never done it throughout your entire career.”

Roger chose to shut up, and Mutombo thought he had managed to silence Roger.

He was so old, yet so naïve.

In this round of offense, Roger was constantly on the move without the ball, leading Bryon Russell on circles.

When he ran to the right corner, Roger received a pass from Pippen.

Bryon Russell, who had been led around by Roger, was extremely impatient.

So, as soon as he saw Roger raise the ball, he immediately jumped up, not hesitating to try to block it.

As expected, Roger merely faked a shot, juking past the duped Russell.

At that moment, the path in front of Roger was wide open—except for that Mount Mutombo standing under the basket.

Mutombo had previously been blocked by Kurt Thomas, but he quickly and forcefully pushed Thomas aside.

But by then, Roger had already leaped towards him, and all Mutombo could do was hastily jump to intercept.

By the time his body was airborne, Roger had already dunked the ball over him with one hand, slamming it into the basket!

Mount Mutombo was effortlessly conquered by Roger!

“Roger dunked on the DPOY!

Is it that every DPOY becomes a toy for Roger in the Finals!?”

As Magic shouted, Roger looked down arrogantly at Mutombo, then did his signature move, wagging his finger, “Is it hard to dunk on you?

I didn’t even feel a sense of achievement, old man.”

Then, Roger turned his head and continued to taunt Karl Malone, “See that?

Any of my random offensive moves is tougher than your bronze-obsessive heart!”

Already seething with rage, Malone intentionally shoved Roger to vent his frustration.

The tightly wound players from both sides immediately gathered around.

Big Ben was the first one to rush over, but instead of directly confronting Malone, he moved between Roger and Malone.

Then with a swimming motion, he parted them, seemingly just a peacemaker.

However, Big Ben’s right hand only lightly touched Roger’s chest, while his left hand forcefully pushed against Malone.

Malone felt as if something had “thumped” him, causing him to stagger backwards a few steps before landing on his behind.

Malone, who had intended to teach Roger a lesson, ended up falling embarrassingly.

In that moment, Karl Malone’s rage was suppressed.

He couldn’t fathom what that explosive head was made of, possessing such terrifying strength!

In the league, very few could knock Malone over with one hand.

Big Ben didn’t just knock him over; he practically propelled Malone flying with one hand!

Now Karl Malone could be certain of one thing: if it came to blows, he absolutely, absolutely wouldn’t come out on top.

Tonight, whether playing ball or anything else, Karl Malone was at a disadvantage!

The referees called a halt to the game but issued only a regular foul to Big Ben.

After all, Big Ben had just been “breaking up a fight.” He was just a bit stronger than usual—what’s the harm in that?

The Jazz fans’ cheers quieted down.

This round, Mutombo got dunked on, Karl Malone got flipped over.

Their supposedly strong frontline appeared extremely frail in this instance.

Roger walked up to Karl Malone, who was sitting on the ground pondering life, and waved goodbye to him.

“Goodbye, Karl, letting you win one game was nice enough.

From now on, just sit tight, and I’ll take care of sending you home!”

Malone, who initially wanted to stand up in anger, chose to sit tight after seeing Big Ben behind Roger.