Fans at the target center followed Ginobili's flying to save the ball in shock and turned their sight to the frontcourt - Anthony received the pass.

The front was wide open and there was no one behind him. At the best moment of performance, he offered a fierce one-handed battle axe buckle.

75 to 84

"The difference narrows down to single digits!"

"It seems that the outcome of this game is far from being decided!"

Curry stood at the basket, staring at O'Neal in front of him with bright eyes.

I am Eddie Curry, carrying the future of the Pistons and shouldering the mission and responsibility of continuing the dynasty.

I have a heavy responsibility on my shoulders!

O'Neal decided to smash Curry's defense and he continued to take the lead.

"One day we will learn to grow up alone, and we must understand why we will live and die in this life."

This was what Mo Mengchen said to him the night after his mother passed away.

O'Neal's back was so powerful that he could hardly stop it.

“Every day ahead…”

There were shouts around me, which were the echoes of blood and fire.

"You must be like now..."

No matter how far it is, this is the most important moment in Eddie Curry's life.

"Learn to take responsibility, be brave to take responsibility..."

You must hold on and you cannot let the team fall.

"Can you promise me to be a man?"

I have to be a real man, and my dad is watching me off the court!

When you know who you are, you feel a constant vibrant tranquility.

You can call it joy, because joy is this feeling, vivid and energetic tranquility. This is joy that knows that one is the essence of life, before the burden of form on life.

This is the joy of being, this is the joy of being truly you.

Eddie Curry felt this joy, and infinite energy burst out from his body. He roared and screamed. After being pushed away by the shark, he raised all the courage, and his young explosive power and speed caught up with the shark's hook-"Eddie Curry blocked Shark O'Neal on the front!"

Anthony grabbed the defensive rebound, and the Pistons fiercely opened the climax of the counterattack.

Curry stood under the basket like a Titan God. He turned around and looked at Mo Mengchen, slowly raised his right hand, and pointed at his eyebrows like a pistol. He shouted loudly: "Dad, please witness!"

Hill's lips opened slightly. He had seen countless storms in his life, but never so shocked.

Mo Mengchen looked calmly without changing his expression.

When the piston's counterattack hit, the score difference was narrowed to 7 points, and the Timberwolves were hit with a timeout.

After the timeout, the Pistons' defense was so strong that it was hard to describe. The rotation of this group of people and the protection of the penalty area made the Timberwolves team silent at the same time.

24-second offensive violation!

Anthony dribbled the ball and transferred the ball to Prince on the left.

Prince tried to break through to the right, but the opponent's defense line was very tightly arranged, and the connection between them was impeccable, so he could not find a suitable ball-taking point.

Seeing this, Ginobili ran to him quickly. Prince handed over the ball and immediately turned his body into a pick-and-roll wall to help jamm the defender.

As a result, Ginobili faced Payton - even at the age of 38, he was the most difficult outside defender in the Timberwolves except Bowen.

The tactics have been killed, and there is no other way except to fight one-on-all.

Ginobili's body language is like saying that. What happens on defense will shame Payton.

Ginobili first made a step to break the left and closed the ball with a fake move, and perfectly worshipped Buddha to shake Payton. The Argentine could have used speed to directly pass the gloves that had been shaken, but his breakthrough suddenly went to the right halfway through. Peyton reacted that he was not satisfied with two points and wanted to shoot a three-pointer. In desperation, he rushed forward at full speed.

Come on, come on, you vulgar dog.

Payton started at full speed and rushed forward, but it was a meeting. Ginobili's body rotated in a direction at a speed that ordinary people could not imagine - "Excellent turn!" Mike Blin shouted. Payton was swung by the elegant and gorgeous movements. Ginobili passed by him, exerting force on his left elbow and pushing all his strength towards Payton's back. Payton, who failed to pounce on the prey, could no longer stand. The Argentinian's moment made him feel enthusiastic and heartbreaking hug with Mother Earth.

The moment Payton faced the earth, Ginobili made a layup.

"Gary Payton gave a big kiss to the floor of the Target Center Arena!"

As a result, Ginobili, who completed a gorgeous positional attack, ran to Mo Mengchen, and pointed his fingers like Curry, as if he were to his fingers at his eyebrows: "Dad, we will definitely win the game for you, please witness!"

The beating pulse was clearly pointing to one thing: a terrible change occurred within the Pistons.

The young people were keenly aware that their era had arrived, and the days led by Dor.mo and Grant Hill would never return, and from now on, they would be the heirs to carry the dynasty forward.

No one noticed that the situation was out of control, and the successor of the Piston Dynasty dominated both offense and defense.

Half a minute later, it was Ginobili again.

Ginobili was forced out of the left three-point line by the Timberwolves' defense, and Payton's defense was extremely aggressive.

Suddenly, Peyton saw Ginobili smile sarcastically, and was about to fight to let him know that his legs were powerful, so his spreading legs released a lot of space - sometimes strange and wonderful thoughts appeared in an instant, and in the flash, Ginobili bent down as if he wanted to worship his opponent's defense, but in fact he used the space below his crotch to penetrate the crotch.

"Oh my god! How brave is this guy?!"

Peyton, who was angry, wanted to pull Ginobili down. The moment he took action, Ginobili threw the ball with his left hand, and the little prince Prince followed up, and the dunk was all-in-one.

Price, who completed an air relay, silently made a "Please witness" to Mo Mengchen on the way back to defense.

This goal helped the Pistons take the lead and scored the Timberwolves' second timeout.

However, the result was already destined, and the powerful piston did not give the Timberwolves a little room to fight back.

James' breakthrough had hope of breaking the Timberwolves' scoring drought, but Gerald, who flew out of the sky, actually grabbed his trolley layup directly from the air. After passing it to Anthony for a long time to score a counterattack, he also scored "Please witness" against Mo Mengchen!

This is true for everyone!

Everyone!

Two minutes before the final game, the Pistons' lead had reached double digits.

Anthony broke free from Kawei's low post and sneaked out of the three-point line on the right corner to get the ball. James was as close as ever and was close to him step by step. No matter what he wanted to do, he had to solve the big trouble in front of him first.

Anthony stepped on the three-point line.

James' defense is comprehensive and does not give any flaws. This seems perfect, but it is actually stupid. He is not an outstanding defender himself. If he wants to fight an offensive superstar like Anthony, he can only attack targetedly, but he wants to keep people in a full range without any blind spots. How is this possible?

Anthony takes the ball, just like a cobra will arch its upper body first when he is preparing to spray venom. He holds the ball on his left waist and constantly tests it towards the bottom corner with his right foot.

Every step he took was testing the opponent's heart. For an offensive kaleidoscope with a full set of skills, their tentative steps were much more powerful than changing directional shaking that consumed physical strength and time.

Anthony's tentative steps were getting harder and harder, and his arrogant explosive power was probably thinking, "Why just pass him by the tone?"

In the end, the steps that seemed to be about to drive the body to the bottom corner destroyed James' defense. His eyes flashed, and Anthony slapped the ball to the left, shook out a position, and then forced the shot and shot the basket.

He quickly completed the set of movements, but the Chosen Son just reached his hand to his navel.

"Swish!"

Anthony suddenly stopped on the way back to defense, and solemnly compared the gesture to Mo Mengchen that countless times appeared in the fourth quarter. It was a gesture belonging to Dor.mo. In those popular legendary stories, "Please witness" often means that a legendary moment is about to be born.

But tonight, it starts with Eddie Curry's first "Please Witness" gesture against Momonchen.

Every time he scores a goal, every block, every time, the person who contributes a wonderful performance will compete with Mo Mengchen as "Please witness".

At this moment, Anthony looked at his leader with full emotions. He respected, feared, and hated this man... all kinds of complex emotions. If his legend really came to an end, then he, all of them, hoped that he would not leave any regrets.

"Dad, please witness!"

That's it, please witness, you don't have to do anything, you just need to be a witness for us!

Those young people who are brought into the team by you, those idiots who are looked down upon, repeatedly ravaged, and tortured countless times, those little ghosts who are so arrogant in front of you that they dare not breathe, and see you like a mouse and meet a cat, they want to prove that they are worthy of everything you do!

Ten seconds before the final game, the ball was in Ginobili's hands, and the Pistons led the Timberwolves by 16 points, and the suspense had long disappeared.

“10!”

The teammates off the field have all stood up.

“9!”

O'Neal looked at the scorer in frustration, and he couldn't believe he lost again.

“8!”

James looked around and said that this was his first trip to the finals. He should be satisfied with being able to play like this with the Pistons, but why, he had a feeling that this might be his only chance to defeat Dor.mo in this life?

“7!”

The audience looked around and something surreal happened in the fourth quarter.

“6!”

What's more terrifying than this? Dor.mo and Grant Hill are old, but the Pistons' young men look like they can continue to dominate the league for a decade!

“5!”

Adam Frause breathed softly and he could rest assured.

“4!”
To be continued...