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Chapter 225 - 139 "Memphis doesn’t have a 23, but they have a 77

Chapter 225: Chapter 139 "Memphis doesn’t have a 23, but they have a 77

"Fuck!" Durant cursed.

How could there be someone as annoying as Hansen in the world!

Even more annoying than those Durant haters he encountered on social media!

Brooks’s reminders were tossed aside; right now, he just wanted to tear Hansen apart.

Yes, just like the countless times he had done last summer.

The previous rounds were just an accident; he didn’t believe he couldn’t beat Hansen.

He reached for the ball, then signaled to spread out.

Upon seeing this, Brooks felt helpless.

But he could only choose to trust, after all, that was Kevin Durant.

This time, Durant’s offense was clearly more cautious; he was real, not stupid.

He tried to use a dribble to draw Hansen in for a steal, hoping to break through, but Hansen was unmoved.

Or it could be said that last summer’s confrontation allowed Hansen to judge whether Durant was really attacking or just feigning.

Durant’s feint didn’t work, so he turned it into a real move, breaking to the left.

Then Hansen moved; both men shifted towards the free-throw line.

Upon reaching the free throw line, Durant suddenly stopped for a jump shot.

Because he was wary of Hansen’s steal, his shot was a bit slow.

By the time he jumped, he realized Hansen was even quicker!

He wasn’t Kobe; he didn’t have the ability to change his shot in the air so he could only lean back and release the ball as quickly as possible.

However, he underestimated Hansen’s jumping ability.

Or rather, he was using last summer’s standards; Hansen now had the dunking talent.

"Slap!"

To everyone’s surprise, Hansen blocked Durant’s shot head-on!

That was Kevin Durant!

Though the block involved some anticipation, Hansen fully displayed his physical talent.

And after the block, Hansen controlled the ball in mid-air!

After landing, he changed directions, passing Durant.

Durant pursued hard, but Hansen with the ball was even faster.

Both raced to the front court; Hansen took a deep breath and soared, slamming the ball into the basket with both hands.

Durant’s desperate block just flew over his head.

The entire Ford Center Arena erupted in turmoil.

That play was a huge blow to the morale!

After landing, Hansen’s legs went weak, and the feeling of being physically drained was unpleasant.

However, his spirits were higher than ever.

In that moment of slamming the ball into the basket, he felt as if he had crossed over the peak, though it still loomed high behind him.

to 100.

The Grizzlies gained a crucial 2-point lead, and the final minute of the game remained.

The fans at the venue hardly dared breathe.

Game 7, down to the wire, and after leading for more than three-quarters, being overtaken was really too much for anyone’s heart to take.

"OKC! OKC!"

The shouts in the venue persisted, but what was different from the start was that you could sense a tremor in the voices.

Hansen really did it; he sent chills through Oklahoma City fans’ hearts.

Durant still backed into position to get the ball; he wasn’t running away.

But this time, Hansen chose to half-front him.

Although the last defensive round was spectacular, realistically holding Durant back every time wasn’t feasible; the best way was to limit his reception of the ball.

Durant tried to counter-move, but Hansen wouldn’t allow it; their off-ball confrontation was intense.

Ultimately, the referee blew the whistle, calling a defensive foul on Hansen.

Both men had similar actions, but this was the Thunder’s home court, and Durant was a superstar.

The fans heaved a sigh of relief.

Coach Hollins protested excitedly to the referee, but it couldn’t change the call.

"So you’re just like LeBron, relying on referees to make your stand in the league," Hansen shot Durant a disdainful look.

"Shut up!" Durant was really angry, "Don’t compare me to that guy!"

Compared to the fans, LeBron’s "Decision" had an even worse impact among the players.

But by now, LeBron was heavily promoted by Nike, and most players relied on Nike for their livelihood, could only play dumb like the former Cavaliers.

"That’s your ability then, avoiding penalties!" Hansen said scornfully, not believing for a moment that Durant was much loftier than LeBron.

Durant snorted coldly.

Of course, he couldn’t just not take the free throws; only a fool would be tripped by such blatant rhetoric.

However, his first shot missed.

Hansen successfully rattled his composure.

He shook his head, shrugged his shoulders vigorously, and made the second shot.

With the last 40 seconds, the Grizzlies led by 1 point.

The deafening defensive chants of Oklahoma City fans rose again in the venue.

If they could stop the Grizzlies from this attack, victory would still belong to the Thunder.

Conley crossed midcourt, solidly running down the clock, reminiscent of Game 3 but this time, after pressing down to 10 seconds, he solidly passed the ball to Hansen.

The person defending Hansen was Durant.

By this time, Durant was already a league superstar, but it was only his fourth NBA season.

He was still young and passionate.

Hansen had held him off; now he wanted to defend in return.

Ten players on the court, twenty thousand spectators around, but except for the two of them, everyone else seemed to vanish at that moment.

The two seemed to return to that training court in Memphis last summer.

Just them, one shot to decide the victory.

Hansen held the ball with one hand, and after threatening three times, broke to the right.

Durant’s steps were slower than Hansen’s, but his concentration allowed him to keep up with Hansen.