Champion Creed
Chapter 703 - 703 242 Why is it different from that time with KG!

703: 242: Why is it different from that time with KG!?

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(Asking for monthly tickets!)_4 Jamal Mashburn had long lost the explosive power of his youth, so he couldn’t even block Roger’s shots.

The explosive Monster Mash died in 1995, now there was only Jamal Mashburn battling on the court.

4 to 2, the Heat’s defense had completely lost the magical effect of last season, and Roger did as he pleased.

“Jamal, figured out how you’re going to lick Santa’s boots yet?”

“Lick your mom!”

“You know what?

Just now, I decided I’m going to score 40 points tonight as a punishment for you.”

“Delusional!”

Jamal Mashburn shouted furiously, but it couldn’t change the situation of today’s game.

In the following first quarter, Atlanta’s savior completely shredded the title “Roger Killer.”

With PJ Brown gone, Jamal Mashburn’s man-to-man defense couldn’t trouble Roger at all.

In the first quarter alone, Roger slammed in 11 points, and unlike last season’s playoffs where he relied on three-pointers, Roger solidly outplayed Mashburn to get those 11 points.

In the second quarter, Pat Riley decided to let Mourning expand his defensive range, substituting him for PJ Brown to help defend Roger.

The result was that the Heat’s back door was blown open by Pippen.

The now severely injured Pippen had almost lost his ability to initiate offense, but he was still sneaky without the ball.

Plus, he loved backdoor plays, something both Larsa and Roger knew well.

Mourning stepping up to defend Roger couldn’t protect the rim in time.

And Mourning stepping up also led to Big Ben snagging several offensive rebounds.

The Heat fans hadn’t expected this outcome, as they had dominated the boards against the Hawks in last season’s playoffs!

In the end, Riley had no choice but to pull Mourning back to the paint, which left poor Jamal Mashburn exposed to Roger’s firepower once again.

Time and again, the “Roger Killer” was killed by Roger.

“Hey Jamal, didn’t realize you were so into Santa’s boots.”

“Come on, you don’t want to be embarrassed in the Christmas Day game, do you?”

“Complaining?

Complaining also takes time!

You’re running out of time, Jamal, I’ve already accomplished more than half of my goal!”

While Roger was tormenting Jamal Mashburn, Pierce didn’t forget to torment Sprewell either.

He stuck close to Sprewell on defense, and with the half almost over, Sprewell had only scored 6 points!

The Heat’s offense today was solely supported by Mourning and a red-hot Allan Houston, while Spree became a complete black hole on the offensive end under Pierce’s dedicated defense.

Pierce’s biggest issue on defense was his slow lateral movement, unfortunately, Spree wasn’t a speed-type player during this period either.

At the half, the Hawks were ahead by 6 points moving into the third quarter.

Roger had 23 points at halftime with a 52% shooting percentage.

His “50% shooting for 40 points” prediction was about to become a reality.

At halftime, seeing the Heat, who had dominated the Hawks in last season’s playoffs, now being suppressed by them, Magic had a strong feeling: “Roger’s dominance has never been interrupted, his personal ability, the pressure he brings to the game, is the most intense I’ve seen.

Pat, I’m really sorry, you’re going to have another rough Christmas.”

In the third quarter, the situation didn’t improve.

Sprewell kept missing, and Jamal Mashburn let Roger score repeatedly.

If it weren’t for Mourning and Allan Houston holding up, the gap would have widened early on.

The Heat was still barely hanging on to the score, but Spree and Mashburn were already quite ragged.

“This guy doesn’t deserve to mention fear in front of Roger.

Paul was right, settling him doesn’t even need Roger to lift a finger, just like the summer league.” Magic commented.

Once again, when Sprewell missed under Pierce’s interference, he started complaining to the referees: “Nobody can score like this, it’s all fouls!”

Pierce just laughed then, “Roger, did you feel the terror Latrell brings?”

“Of course, I’m scared I’ll make him cry.

Then what are we gonna do?

Buy him a lollipop at the store?”

Sprewell could no longer contain his anger, and after one round, he finally got past Pierce with a crossover step and drove to the basket.

But just as he took off to lay up, he felt someone yank him hard from behind.

Pierce ruthlessly pulled down Spree, and the referee called a foul on Pierce, but Pierce didn’t care at all.

“Mut, keep laying there on the ground; don’t throw around words like ‘fear’ just because everyone else does.

You want a foul?

This is a foul!”

Originally, Spree was already suffocating from Pierce’s defense today.

Now, having been maliciously fouled, Spree couldn’t stand it any longer.

He stood up, immediately picked up the ball, and smashed it into Pierce’s back.

This scene was just like the time Spree clashed with KG.

After smashing him, Spree looked at Roger and laughed, “Your dog only knows how to bark, not bite?

Are they all like their owner?”

Confident as ever, Sprewell was someone no one dared provoke.

Pierce could only retreat in impotent rage, just like Garnett.

Then…

“Smack”

Before Spree could react, his head was abruptly twisted, causing a buzzing in his brain.

Dizzy, he staggered backward and sat down hard on the ground.

Unlike Garnett, who “grew braver with battle,” after being hit, Pierce simply slapped Spree across the face!

Spree, sitting on the ground with his face covered, it’s not…

how is this different from that time with KG!?

He looked up in panic, only to see the ever-looming Roger.

His gaze was cold as ice, like a tycoon looking down on a pitiful beggar.

Between them seemed to lie a chasm that could never be bridged.

Roger remained silent, as if Sprewell didn’t even deserve a response.

The intense humiliation made Sprewell recall the scene of Roger blowing smoke rings at him.

Roger never had to lift a finger, but he had already humiliated Spree twice.

At that moment, Pierce walked up beside Roger, both staring down at Sprewell: “Sss~ He looks like a dog, doesn’t he?”

The blow to his pride was severe, Spree suddenly burst with the urge to escalate the conflict, but his teammates restrained him in time.

Meanwhile, Roger and Pierce, ignoring Sprewell’s yelling, walked away as if nothing had happened, making him seem impotently furious.

Walking alongside Roger, Pierce grinned and glanced at his palm, “Hey, I repaid you with a slap.

Who do you want to hit next time?”

Roger hadn’t expected that Pierce could make such use of the two slaps he owed him.

“Save it for the next person who doesn’t know their place,” Roger casually replied.

“You mean Shaq?

Don’t worry, I’ve got something more explosive for him.

This season, I’m gonna make Lakers question their existence, even if it kills me!”

That comment made Roger pause.

Oh well, Pierce was just talking.

Besides, his sphincter must have recovered by now, right?

Seeing Sprewell still shouting, Pierce sneered, “Damn mutt, so annoying; how can we make him shut up for good?”

Roger glanced at the scoreboard; Heat was only trailing by 6 points, which explained why Spree was still screaming.

“No worries, he’ll be quiet when the game is over.”

The referee decided to call it even, giving technical fouls to both Pierce and Spree, and the game continued.

Roger was determined to use a deeply memorable defeat to completely snuff out Miami’s Heat.