Hill's ability to fight alone is unquestionable. His top-level height and wingspan are the fastest first step in the league. It is impossible to imagine that he can only catch the precise middle distance outside the three-point line. In addition, as Jordan's successor, he must have the ability to finish the penalty area. As long as he does not double-team, few players can limit his one-on-one challenge.

"Mo, lead Mark to me, I can help you," Hill said.

If Mo Mengchen remembers correctly, Derek McKay's three-point shooting percentage is only 25%, making 0.2 goals per game, which is not much better than Hill's threat.

"His right hand is even more threatening." Mo Mengchen recognized Hill's suggestion and focused on this.

"Understand." Hill nodded.

Jackson is not just a naughty man who relies on his butt. He knows more than anyone else what a point guard needs to do the most.

Brown asked him to destroy Mo Mengchen with his butt, but he did not specifically tell him how to destroy him.

With his understanding of Brown, he definitely did not want him to use offense to destroy Mo Mengchen's defense, and he must have other intentions.

Few people have big butts like Jackson, and they face him. Mo Mengchen feels that his physical strength is consumed faster than usual, and he can do it if he can, and he will never get entangled.

Although he tried his best to push to the left, Hill had no chance to go forward to double-team because Jackson's eyes were always staring at him.

"Do you want to double-team? Do you think I'm stupid?" Jackson smiled lewdly, and suddenly, he hit Schmitz outside the paint area sideways.

As Yao Ming's template, Schmitz's offense has certain similarities with Yao Ming, including the hook and jump shot of the super hand, but he does not have Yao Ming's low-post aggressiveness.

Smith arched his back and without waiting for Mills to put pressure on him, he pulled the stool and removed the force and made a jump shot.

"I'm there!"

Another player in the Pacers' black and white double evil inside jumped out, and Dale Davis pulled the rebound from Thorpe's head and took it off again.

"Be careful behind you!"

Jackson's reminder was one step late. Davis was about to raise the ball when Momonchen's hand had already cut it off.

"Beep!"

It was clearly a clean steal, but the referee called a foul.

"Do you have any objection?" The referee looked at Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen had no objection, but his teammates had great opinions.

"Damn, I can hear the sound of a ball slapping in my palms so far away. Is he a deaf?" Houston was upset about Momonchen.

Mo Mengchen walked to him and said, "Do you want him to target me all night?"

"I..."

"Shut up."

Mo Mengchen glanced at the referee and then reviewed the Pacers' formation.

14?

This is the Pacers' regular sideline serving formation. Usually, they will first hang a cover to let Jackson catch the ball. If not, Miller will hang another cover to catch the ball and shoot directly three-pointers.

"Grant!"

Mo Mengchen pointed to the right side outside the forty-five three-point line on the right, "You are staring here."

"Why?"

There was no time to explain, Mo Mengchen stuck to Jackson's body and would never let him catch the ball.

"Hey, if you do this, you may pay a greater price." Jackson smiled and did not realize that Mo Mengchen had already set up a trap.

With a cover, Mo Mengchen retreated early, dodged away, and pounced on the first time, blocking the passing route.

McKay had to find another person.

When Miller saw that it was an opportunity, he borrowed Schmitz's pick-and-roll and ran out of the three-point line.

Outside the forty-five-degree three-point line on the right.

"Beware of Reggie Miller!"

Collins then saw the Pacers' intentions clearly, but if they only saw it clearly now, it would be too late. McKay passed the ball out and thought the ball would fall into Miller's hand, and their boss made Mo Mengchen's defense into a joke with a three-pointer.

"No! No!"

Jackson called out.

"Why did Grant Hill show up there?"

The ball failed to fall into Miller's hand, Hill snatched love with his sword and grabbed the basketball.

This is a little magical.

Hill didn't know how Mo Mengchen did it, and the other party often made such incomprehensible but flawless decisions.

"Mo!"

When playing with Mo Mengchen, Hill felt that the burden on him was much lighter. Although he was still the team's ace and core, he only needed to play well and never had to worry about other things.

The person who does his best to do all this is Mo Mengchen.

The frontcourt was empty, and Momeng Chen expected Hill to cut the ball, so after the Pacers sent the ball, he rushed straight to the frontcourt regardless of the ball, as if he was running for his life.

Hill has a long pass, he is too good at this kind of pass.

Mo Mengchen caught the ball, no one could limit his scoring. The Pacers fans at the scene booed, hoping that he would make a mistake. Although the possibility of this happening was less than 1%, even Jordan would have an embarrassing hand slipping off the ball while fighting back 1-0. Why didn't Mo Mengchen?

"These idiots!"

The first dunk in his career, Mo Mengchen did not dunk properly.

After coming to the front court, he slowed down and held the ball with one hand and smashed it towards the basket. The force was just right. The ball hit the basket and bounced. Mo Mengchen jumped along the rush, grabbed the ball with one hand in the air, stuffed it in, and smashed it with force.

The jump is not high, the speed is not fast, and the stretch is not enough, but the whole process is very smooth. This is a very ornamental self-throwing and self-relaying blue.

On the court, this kind of dunk is humiliating, especially since the two sides have been not very friendly since the opening.

"Are you the fucking monkey?" Miller roared.

"Do you want to die? A stupid pig Australian ghost!"

"Are you an idiot invited by the circus? This is not a zoo!"

"Go to die, Australian!"

The audience was as angry as Miller.

Mo Mengchen swept to Miller: "You rarely say something that makes me agree with, I am indeed playing with monkeys."

"What did your mom say?" Miller was furious.

"Self-knowledge is a valuable quality, please keep it." Mo Mengchen ran past Miller.

Seeing Mo Mengchen's button, coupled with the reaction on the scene and his squirting trash about Miller, Hill only had one thought: "Are he really not afraid of being beaten? This is not Auburn Mountain."

Speaking of this, the King of China Investment Corporation believes that he has a strong say: "I promise, this guy is really not afraid of being beaten! This is a fucking madman who cares about consequences!"

"Rookie, you're upsetting Reggie."

Jackson dribbled over and said so.

"So you want to use your big ass to vent his anger?"

"Yes."

After the words came, Jackson raised his huge buttocks and bombarded Mo Mengchen behind him.

He is not a star defender, and he has no shocking killer. He just relies on this big butt to surround the league.

The entire league can find at least eight better No. 1 positions than him, but not many No. 1 positions like him that left Mo Mengchen helpless.

Not only does he have an invincible big butt, but he also has the experience of the Taoist who runs through the audience. He is not angry, will not be annoyed, and will look at the overall situation.

Mo Mengchen, who was helpless, made a wrong defense. He used his knees to hit Jackson's hips. This defense could offset part of the impact, but it was equivalent to giving the initiative to Jackson.

"You made a mistake, rookie!"

Using your knees to hit someone's butt is equivalent to concentrating all the strength of your body in one place, just like a fulcrum. As long as Jackson transfers this fulcrum, Mo Mengchen's defensive center of gravity will be wiped out.

The process was very simple. Jackson just made a simple turn around. Momonchen's defense was shaken away. Mills assisted in defense. Jackson passed the ball to Schmitz to score a jump shot.

"Good ball, Mark!" Schmitz praised.

"Smart people who are forced to make mistakes can also make mistakes." Jackson smiled at Mo Mengchen.

Thorpe picked up the ball and said to Momonchen, "You are reckless."

"How to prevent it?" Mo Mengchen really had no better way.

"There is no way, low-level offense and defense are the most unreasonable. Tonnage and strength are far more important than skills and talent." Thorpe said.

Although Mo Mengchen was a basketball enthusiast in his previous life, he was just a talker on paper and was not good at all in actual combat. Naturally, he didn't know how to defend Jackson. He thought that Thorpe, an old football player, could provide some advice, but he didn't expect that he had no choice.

"What if you carry him to the penalty area and you will help you defend in the end?"

"He's likely to pass the ball, he's very smart."

Mo Mengchen has always used his mind and vision to solve problems. He has never encountered a domineering ball-holder like Jackson.

Thorpe's words alerted him.
To be continued...