Chapter 118: The Longest Fight, The Stunning in Section 4

"Yan Yufeng!" Shang Linru stood on the sidelines like an angry lion, shouting with all his voice.

When Nanyang launched a counterattack again within four minutes after the start of the fourth quarter, the most violent attack came. They were all aiming at people, defending each other closely, and taking three-pointers from the outside regardless of success or failure. Under the blow of the storm of the South China Sea, the weak advantage that Beiyang has not yet established was immediately lost. The most painful thing is that the score was widened to 14 points, which was the biggest difference since the start of the game.

Whoever can establish an advantage at the beginning of the fourth quarter will win!

I don’t know who said this sentence, but countless coaches regarded it as a good word. Therefore, at the beginning of the fourth quarter, there will be a fierce attack frenzy.

What disappointed everyone was that Nanyang occupied the military aircraft first, and Beiyang was defeated within four minutes.

Shang Lin was angry. He did not see the violent energy emitted by Yan Yufeng. He did not fully implement the right to fire freely. Shang Lin was very disappointed. What he was disappointed was that Yan Yufeng did not completely relax himself as he imagined. Although he tried his best, he was unwilling to do so. This made the anxious Shang Lin's emotions suddenly explode as the score widened.

Yan Yufeng turned around in confusion and looked at the coach who had never seen such an expression.

"Have you forgotten what I said? I give you freedom, have you heard it clearly? Where is your freedom on the court? I didn't see it! No, nothing!" No one knew Shang Lin with this expression now. He gritted his teeth, he was furious, and he danced with his hands and feet.

free?

Freedom on the court?

Yan Yufeng asked himself.

Suddenly, among all the running crowd, in the noisy and hustle and bustle of the sky, Yan Yufeng stood there straight and raised his head high.

The world suddenly calmed down, and only a faint sound was floating.

The sound was sharp, long, without pause, it became louder and longer, as if it was shouting, calling, and screaming violently.

The bright sunshine

The stadium blowing by the breeze

Rough and solid cement floor

There are only a few strands of baskets left

The dark and solid ball frame hanging there

There is also an orange-red basketball held in your hands

Endless sweat slowly flowed on my face, passing by and falling down

This is my world, my whole, my happiness is

Yan Yufeng looked up at the sky, closed his eyes and opened it suddenly under the dazzling light, everything flew through his mind like flowing water, and then quickly disappeared into the endless darkness!

The loneliness of the past, the familiar indifference, and the heart that was standing on the court, without worries and freedom suddenly emerged violently.

They jumped in their chests, and their hearts seemed to be so excited that they could not control themselves, and they were beating violently. So the blood began to burn, forcibly adding every bit of fighting spirit in their hearts to every drop of blood flowing through their hearts.

The smell of heavy metal emerged in the nose, it was shouting, roaring, and enjoying it unruly without restraint.

The loose body suddenly became tense, as tight as a piece of steel.

Free fire right

Free fire right

Free fire right ```````

I finally heard what the voice was shouting. Suddenly, I also found a reason to vent my feelings. A thought that was deeply buried in my heart and deep in my soul finally broke out.

He slowly stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and slowly raised his thumbs up. Yan Yufeng pursed his lips tightly, and his short and thick eyebrows frowned deeply, sinking his deep eyes, becoming more and more dazzling.

Sweat slashed on his angular face, and his dark skin and black jersey seemed to melt into one end. At this moment, Shang Lin saw a completely complete Yan Yufeng.

Originally, he should be like this!

The furious Shang Lin stopped. He looked at Yan Yufeng with a blank expression. He slowly put down his hand with his thumb. Then, he never looked at anyone again and turned around and walked forward.

You finally got a little murderous intent!

"Hi!" Yan Yufeng, who came to Dan Yu, suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Shan Yu was surprised, turned her head and looked at the opponent's face.

"Be serious!"

"What?" Shan Yu smiled angrily.

Yan Yufeng glanced at Shan Yu, his eyes were very strange, so strange that Shan Yu couldn't help but shiver and immediately burst into tears.

Yan Yufeng moved. After a brief speech, he suddenly ran to the right along the three-point line. There was no one around him. Chen Ping's defensive task can only be replaced by Shan Yu. The biggest reason is the look before leaving No. 8.

A look of pity for looking at animals.

"ball!"

The usual shouts of balls were rarely heard, and the luck of the order even made Xiang Jie, who passed the ball, suspected that he had heard it wrong, but when he saw Yan Yufeng running towards him, Xiang Jie still handed the ball to Yan Yufeng who ran past him.

There was no time to think about it. Chen Ping behind Xiang Jie had already moved a little step when he ran to No. 8. He keenly felt that the way forward of No. 8 would definitely come from his direction, that is, the position of the free throw line, and the place with the strictest defense.

This is a speculation without reason, because Chen Ping saw Yan Yufeng's eyes, everything was cold there.

After receiving the ball, a figure appeared in front of him. Yan Yufeng didn't go to see who it was.

He made a thrust, turned his steps, dribbled the ball across the board, and in front of the defender, he came close to him, and clamped the opponent's waist with one hand and turned to the defender behind him. His steps were so big, his steps were wonderful, his sudden on-the-spot, and his appreciation were unparalleled.

The audience burst into an exclamation.

In everyone's eyes, there was a strange feeling that was impacting themselves just now. The person who was defending No. 8 was like a doll, and was thrown behind without resistance under the first hand of No. 8.

No one felt that Yan Yufeng was turning behind his opponent, but he felt that No. 8 held the defender in one hand and threw it behind him. The strength of his momentum and explosive power brought by his visual impact suddenly seemed like an electric current, hitting everyone's heart heavily.

As Chen Ping thought, the free throw line is the most tightly defending side. In the traditional defensive formation, c and pf are the side of each guarding the court. Sf and sg are forward, pressing one meter in front of the free throw line to half a meter behind the three-point line. In the trapezoid of the inside line, these four points actually represent the most basic defensive positions of c, pf, sf, and sg.

Under normal circumstances, the crossbar of the free throw line is under the overlap of the four-fold shadows in the defensive area of ​​the four-person.

Undoubtedly, this is the most sturdy fortress position.

But now, Yan Yufeng has found the area that can best vent himself.

Long Wei and Yuan Xing were two meters behind the free throw line. After Yan Yufeng threw away Chen Ping, he took another step and stepped on the white free throw line. The distance between the three was only three meters.

For many people, three meters cannot represent anything, but for a person with extremely strong explosive power, this distance is already enough.

The ball brought by the horizontal line was thrown forward by the hand. The ball escaped from the control of the hand and then leaned forward at a high speed.

Yan Yufeng took a deep breath, half-sided back, lifted his body and took a leap. After landing, he raised his toes and poked forward.

The left foot stepped forward and firmly rested on the floor. The ball bounced right in front of Yan Yufeng's right position. He received the ball, bent his knees, bowed his body, and stomped on the ground. Yan Yufeng's entire body was like a black armored chariot coming from a whirlwind. Every part of the body was integrated at high speed and precision, and then burst out huge energy and rushed up.

He grabbed the basketball with his right hand, raised it behind his head, and bowed strongly. Yan Yufeng rushed straight to the basket without any protection, but full of lethality.

Long Wei and the others could not avoid it. No one expected that No. 8 would dare to be so arrogant. There were two people in front of him who dared to jump up and try to score with delusion.

At this time, the brain could not allow them to think about it. They shouted angrily at the same time, jumped up with their shoulders, held up their four hands, completely protecting the basket behind them.

Everyone's jumping strength and speed are different. Compared with Yan Yufeng, Long Wei and the other two are hard to bear. When the two jumped up, Yan Yufeng had already jumped in front of them.

Suddenly there was darkness in front of him, and a loud shout suddenly sounded in his ears. At the moment, Long Wei's chest hurt, and a huge force hit his chest hard. At the same time, his raised hands suddenly felt that he was being stolen by something heavy, and his body, due to the huge impact, fell back uncontrollably.

Did I get knocked away?

This is the last trace of consciousness before Long Wei landed.

The difference between Long Wei was Nanyang small forward Yuan Xing. He jumped from the side. It was precisely because of the different jump positions that he could see the scene just now clearly.

Yuan Xing was frightened to see that No. 8 was faster than theirs, and he was simply forcibly jumping over. He had never seen anyone so fast in the air. It can be imagined that when No. 8 jumped, he must have applied all his strength to his toes and jumped forward with all his strength.

What a madman, aren't you afraid of a big crash in the air?

What surprised him even more was that No. 8, who was one head shorter than them, actually bounced up from one step, so powerful.

Long Wei, who was two meters tall, stretched out his hand, but now he could only touch the wrist of No. 8. Yuan Xing knew very well that in the air, whoever had a higher bounce height would have all the factors.

The referee's penalty, the increase in scoring chance, and the decrease in the degree of injury are all very related to the height.

When he felt that he had reached his limit, No. 8 even plucked a point upward, and Yuan Xing had to use a feeling of looking up to block it with his hands.

He was completely shocked inside. Yuan Xing subconsciously understood that the sealing could only be a heavy burden for Yan Yufeng this time, adding a little more glory.

"Clang!"

The basket frame suddenly sounded, and the audience exclaimed instantly. Yan Yufeng grabbed the front edge of the basket with one hand and pulled it down fiercely. With the force of his hand, the other hand also held the cold basket, pulled it up with both hands, and a domineering stand upwards.

According to the rules of the game, such a celebration after a dunk is a foul, but the referee must also make a penalty based on the situation at the scene. Obviously, Wang Jian stood there expressionlessly without any intention of blowing the whistle.

Because, under Yan Yufeng and under the basket, the center of Nanyang was lying there completely. If Yan Yufeng fell down immediately, I am afraid that this kick would have to be really done.

When protecting yourself and others, No. 8 knows what to do, and of course Wang Jian also knows what to do.

After watching the spot, Yan Yufeng let go of his hands and fell down!

The moment Yan Yufeng successfully drew hard across the crowd, Beiyang's bench became quiet, and suddenly everyone jumped up, waved their towels, and shouted wildly.

Almost at the same time, in the stands, the fans of Beiyang, neutral, and Nanyang couldn't help but stand up and cheer loudly!

I haven't seen Yan Yufeng's wonderful dunk for a long time. This surprise is not something that Beiyang people can completely bear in one go, let alone Shanghai fans who are not familiar with Yan Yufeng at all.

Shang Lin didn't know if he should be angry or wanted to laugh, so he shook his head and cursed: "Isn't this kid really afraid of being hurt? He really deserves life!"

In sharp contrast to the Beiyang bench, there was a group of people silent on the rest seat in Nanyang, but from their eyes staring at Yan Yufeng, it can be seen that the blow just now gave them spiritual intimidation.
To be continued...