Champion Creed
Chapter 681 - 681 236 He will never be the second Michael Jordan Vote for monthly tickets!_6

681: 236: He will never be the second Michael Jordan (Vote for monthly tickets!)_6 681: 236: He will never be the second Michael Jordan (Vote for monthly tickets!)_6 Paul Pierce couldn’t even imagine how humiliated AI felt at that moment, “How can you all not understand?”

Just like telling Roger himself, “I can’t beat you,” wasn’t really that hard.

One sentence could turn your life upside down.

“Damn!” AI punched the floor and got up again.

He was an indomitable warrior, but today’s defiance would only bring him greater disaster.

On the next attack, AI’s mid-range jump shot missed.

His shooting started to fluctuate again.

A guy officially listed at 6 feet had already scored 48 points, you couldn’t ask for more.

He shouldn’t have been so eager to eye Roger’s crown.

If the King showed mercy this time, there would only be more who would try in the future.

So, Roger would never forgive AI.

He would never become the next Michael Jordan.

Never.

Roger continued his slaughter.

Driving frantically to the basket, he scored with an aerial layup, 54 points.

A step inside the three-point line, a fake move shook McGee, then a powerful jump shot, 56 points, breaking his career record.

Backing down then suddenly spinning along the baseline for a layup, 58 points.

And AI?

In those few rounds, he only scored two points from free throws, a total of 50 points.

With only 1 minute and 13 seconds left, the 76ers were down by 16 points.

The game was essentially in garbage time.

AI had completely lost this much-anticipated duel for the Philadelphia fans.

The outcome of the match was frustrating.

Was AI’s 50 points not spectacular?

No, he had done very well.

But his opponent was simply unreasonable!

Roger’s skills and physicality were at their peak, his firepower limitless, allowing him to score wildly, cutting through everyone like slicing vegetables.

At this moment, both coaches had already called the substitutes to the scorer’s table, ready for the garbage time after a dead ball.

Yet, Roger still didn’t want to stop.

50 points and 58 points, these still sounded like scores within the same level.

No, he damn well couldn’t be in the same class as AI!

There’s no first in letters, no second in martial arts; the class must be clear on the basketball court!

A king is a king, of course standing a level above everyone else!

AI continued to attack with the ball, not ready to give up yet.

Although chasing 16 points in 1 minute and 13 seconds was almost a fantasy, he still wanted to try.

Pippen was so tired he felt his lungs might burst; as of today, Allen Iverson ranked second on the list of players he least wanted to defend in his career.

The first was Roger.

Just as AI crossed half-court, Roger shoved Pippen aside: “Scott, I got this.”

In the arena, all the fans cheered.

This bloody boxing match was about to reach its inescapable end!

AI and Roger, the top two scorers of last season, stood on the court for the final one-on-one showdown.

AI quickly dribbled between his legs, while Roger gave AI a bit of space, focusing on defending the drive.

After all, AI’s touch had turned ice cold in the second half of the fourth quarter.

AI sprinted, and even though Roger gave him some space, he still almost slipped past him.

Just when Roger shifted his weight to start catching up, Iverson pulled the ball back between his legs and retreated beyond the three-point line.

He created some open shooting space for himself and directly shot a three-pointer.

But Roger’s steps were quick and tight.

He quickly closed in, reaching out to disrupt Iverson as he shot.

The basketball flew towards the hoop.

But halfway there, the fans in the stands noticed something was off.

The trajectory of the ball seemed problematic.

Sure enough, the ball didn’t even touch the rim, dropping straight into Big Ben’s hands.

A completely missed shot?

No, it was blocked by Roger!

“Roger blocked Iverson, my God, he has outdone the Son of Philadelphia on the defensive end too!

In the “Rocky” movies, the Son of Philadelphia always manages to miraculously laugh last.

But in reality, sorry, Iverson couldn’t create a miracle!”

The 76ers hurriedly transitioned to defense, and Roger continued to roar at his teammates after scoring 58 points, “Give me the ball!”

Seeing Roger take the ball across half-court, Steve Jones wiped his sweat, “Bloodthirsty, cruel, terrifying…

no word can fully capture his ruthless coldness!”

The colder Roger was, the more symbolic the game became.

Since Roger’s playoff defeat in 1999, everyone thought they could seize the throne.

Tim Duncan thought so, the OK duo thought so, the Miami Heat thought so, and now even Allen Iverson thought so.

After all, no superstar can establish two dynasties in the modern competitive environment.

And the symbolic significance of this game was — it symbolized the grand beginning of two dynasties!

No superstar can establish two dynasties in the modern competitive environment?

Roger intended to be the first!

Roger broke through before the double team, facing George Lynch’s defense, he faked a pass to Pierce.

Lynch initially tried to steal the pass but, seeing Roger pulled the ball back, changed his mind to continue guarding Roger.

This rapid shift in focus made him slip, planting both hands on the ground, nearly falling.

After getting past George Lynch, Theo Ratliff charged at him directly.

He felt Roger was humiliating the 76ers in a game already decided, so this time he didn’t plan to defend properly; he was going straight for Roger.

Roger, leaning, tossed the ball toward the backboard, the referee whistled, the ball banked into the net.

The whole arena erupted.

“60 points!

Roger has raised his career scoring record to 60 points!

My God, an immortal performance!

Allen Iverson is the best scorer of his time, he proved it.

Roger?

He simply doesn’t belong to this world!”

Roger, after being helped up by his teammates, went to the free throw line, shot, and scored, pushing his record to 61 points.

Then he looked down at a defeated Allen Iverson, deprived of his usual arrogance, “Come on, you only need 12 more points to punish me.”

You can imagine how desperate Iverson, who had already scored a solid 50 points, felt hearing that.

Afterwards, the game paused, Larry Brown didn’t want to wait for a dead ball, he voluntarily raised the white flag, substituting all his starters.

Roger returned to the bench, behind him were the thoroughly silenced Smith couple, and on the other side was the unbowed Son of Philadelphia.

No one could take the throne from his hands.

He would not become the second Michael Jordan.

And no one could make him the second Michael Jordan.

Never.

In the end, the Philadelphia 76ers lost the game in an away match with a score of 96 to 110.

During the post-game handshake, the normally unruly Iverson was like a child who had erred, while Roger patted his head.

Seeing this scene, Bill Walton shrugged:

“The world is ultimately fair, when you look up to God at 135°, God looks down at you at 45°.

Don’t try to upset this balance, because everyone who attempts to disrupt it will be punished by God.”

(Today one update, two combined into one)