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Chapter 72 A Feud! A Bleeding Elbow and a Ruthless Beating of Malone! [Please Subscribe]

Inside the Staples Center, the boos were deafening that night!

The fans didn't even cheer for the Lakers much tonight, because they got all fired up the moment they saw Malone and Stockton.

There aren't many more chances to criticize them, so we must seize every opportunity!

Malone, Stockton, and others were very familiar with this kind of small-scale situation.

As the most unpopular, most hated team in the entire league, with the fewest fans outside their own city, Salt Lake City residents are used to all of this.

"Is that all the firepower you have?" Malone scoffed, clearly unfazed by the boos and curses from the Los Angeles crowd.

"Too civilized." Stockton scoffed. "When it comes to swearing, the Los Angeles folks are only around 25th in the league. Karl, they didn't even insult your grandmother or your unborn child."

"The people of Salt Lake City should teach them a lesson."

Looking at the attitude of this star player, it's easy to understand why Salt Lake City players are unpopular elsewhere.

They are utter villains, the worst villains in the entire alliance.

As the warm-up time came to an end, the boos from the fans in the stadium temporarily subsided, and they also needed to take a break.

Both teams' starting players have all entered the game, with only a few minutes left before the match begins.

The Lakers did not change their starting lineup, sticking with their usual starting five.

On the Jazz side, the Utah duo of Malone and Stockton led the way, along with shooter Hornacek, GOAT Brian Russell, and Alden Polynes, forming the starting five.

"So tonight you're going to get crushed by me?" O'Neal taunted Polynes, who was about to jump for the ball with him, with an arrogant expression. "What's your name again?"

"Never mind, it doesn't matter anyway. In five minutes, I'll knock you off the court and you'll be crying on the bench."

It's no wonder O'Neal was so arrogant; there's simply no comparison between him and Polynes.

Let's not even talk about techniques or skills.

O'Neal was 5 centimeters taller than Polynes, had a wingspan that was almost 10 centimeters longer, and possessed overwhelming physical attributes.

Even more outrageous is that O'Neal's official weight is 139 kg, while Polynes weighs a paltry 100 kg.

And it's obvious to the naked eye that both of them misrepresented their weight; one reported more and the other less.

If O'Neal doesn't act arrogantly in this kind of matchup, then no center in the league can make him arrogant.

"Shaq, is all you do is bully the younger guys?" At this moment, team leader Malone naturally had to stand up for his younger teammates: "Have you forgotten how you guys lost to us a few years ago?"

"Shut up, Karl." Lin Ze snorted and stepped forward. "Only old men and cowards live in the shadow of past glories and can't move on. Besides, you don't even have any past glories to mention. What can you recall besides your failures?"

"Your greatest success in life is that you've committed countless evil deeds without ever getting arrested! Besides reminiscing about forcing some innocent underage girl and your illegitimate children who cried and begged you for living expenses but were locked out, what other successful past do you have?"

"Kid, you'll soon regret everything you said to me tonight! And everything you said before!" Malone wasn't angry at all, but instead grinned maliciously at Lin Ze: "I sincerely wish you the best, and hope that you can walk off the court on your own tonight."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Lin Ze immediately made an exaggerated expression and exclaimed, "A woman as soft as noodles is threatening me! Look, Shaq, I swear this is the most manly Karl has ever been in his life!"

"I'll make you regret being born!" Malone continued to sneer, his face no longer showing any smile.

"I already regret shooting you out." Lin Ze was even more ruthless, staring intently at Ma Long without giving an inch.

"You two!" The referee finally came down from the scorer's table onto the court, but as soon as he stepped onto the court, he saw two key players from both sides locked in a confrontation, looking ready to fight at any moment. He quickly stepped between the two and threatened, "Don't you want to play anymore?"

"If you two don't want to play anymore, I can give you a few technical fouls right now and send you back to the locker room. You can even have a shootout then. But if you still want to play properly, then get back, move aside, and calm down!"

"I don't care if you're superstars or whatever, don't cause trouble on my turf! If you ruin my game, I promise I'll target you every time we meet and make you pay!"

"You've already called me a superstar, what else can I say?" Lin Ze raised both hands and took a step back: "I've always been a good citizen, I don't fight or cause trouble."

Ma Long snorted and didn't continue to argue with Lin Ze. He also took a step back, but judging from his fiery eyes, he was already planning to make Lin Ze look bad.

Do you really think he, Ma Long, is some kind of weak-willed sissy?

He had been waiting for this day for a long time, waiting to teach Lin Ze a lesson in the competition!

At most, he's just waiting for an opportunity that won't get him sent off or suspended.

"Beep beep!" The referee blew the whistle to start the game. O'Neal jumped up quickly and easily got the Lakers possession for the first time tonight.

Upon arriving at the frontcourt, O'Neal immediately waved for the ball.

After receiving the ball, O'Neal easily exerted force, turned around, and then completely ignored Polynes. The huge weight difference of 40KG allowed O'Neal to easily lift up, put his hands behind his head, and easily slam the ball into the basket.

Poor Polynes lost all his balance, like a lone boat adrift on the sea, and was instantly swallowed up by the raging tsunami.

However, he was not the first person to fall to the floor tonight; others had already fallen before him!

On the other side of the basket, Lin Ze did not create space for O'Neal beyond the three-point line as he usually does tonight. Instead, he took the initiative to come to the basket and box out Malone.

Ma Long was overjoyed at Lin Ze's provocation. He seized the opportunity and grabbed Lin Ze's arm, preventing him from raising his left hand. Then, Ma Long's elbow slammed down on Lin Ze's side.

Consider this interest!

Malone's blow landed squarely on Lin Ze, but it had no effect whatsoever, because Lin Ze had already anticipated what Malone would do.

Before Ma Long could swing his elbow horizontally, Lin Ze had already turned his body to the side and raised his palm to block Ma Long's elbow. Although the blow was solid, it did not cause Lin Ze any harm.

Lin Ze was certainly not the kind of person who would just let it go after blocking it. After Ma Long elbowed him out, he immediately turned his hand and completely trapped Ma Long's outstretched arm under his own arm, preventing him from escaping. At the same time, he raised his knee and rammed it into Ma Long's thigh.

With a muffled "thud," Ma Long was struck dumb. As Lin Ze was pushing him, he also pressed himself against Ma Long's body to cover up his own little trick, and let out a scream.

As Lin Ze pulled Ma Long to the ground, he realized something.

I'm not going to be able to play basketball properly tonight.

That bitch Malone made her move in the very first round!

Very well, if you won't let me play, then you can't play either!

The two men fell to the ground and rolled around in a heap. At this moment, the referee did not blow the whistle. He just glanced at the two men and then signaled for the game to continue.

Because the referees believed that Ma Long had an absolute advantage, they saw that "Ma Long's arm was wrapped tightly around Lin Ze's arm." They believed that Ma Long was deliberately trying to teach the young man a lesson by falling down and taking Lin Ze down with him.

When a superstar and two-time MVP teaches a young player a lesson, the referees naturally turn a blind eye.

That's what status is all about.

If it were the other way around, and they thought Lin Ze was sabotaging Ma Long, then the whistle in their mouths would definitely have gone off without hesitation.

Polynes inbounded the ball from the baseline, Stockton dribbled forward, and Malone and Lin Ze, whose arms were completely tangled, struggled together to get up from the floor.

"Fuck you! Bitch!" Malone cursed as he stood up, and at the same time, he turned his shoulder and slapped Lin Ze.

Lin Ze let out another exaggerated scream, and as he fell, he kicked Ma Long, knocking Ma Long, who had just gotten up, down again.

The referee still ignored it.

Or rather, the referee has stopped watching these two players; they've both moved to the other half of the field.

The two tried to get up a second time. This time, Lin Ze was certain that the referee wouldn't care about them, so he stopped pretending and took the initiative, shoving Ma Long directly.

Ma Long fell down, and then used his arm to pull Lin Ze down as well. Ma Long tried to get up again, but Lin Ze pushed him again after he stood up, causing him to stumble forward two steps before falling to the ground again.

Although the two had separated, Lin Ze showed no intention of letting Ma Long go.

Without Ma Long needing to touch him or make a move, Lin Ze slammed onto the floor again.

As he fell, he also delivered a powerful elbow strike to Malone, who was halfway up his feet!

The two of them fell to the ground at the same time once again.

This time, however, as Lin Ze elbowed Ma Long back to the ground, he also turned to the side and almost straddled Ma Long from above.

Then, Lin Ze took advantage of this opportunity to hit Ma Long several times in succession. Ma Long grimaced in pain but was helpless against Lin Ze. He could only scream in frustration and impotence.

Then, Lin Ze, satisfied, pressed his hands down on Ma Long and got up from the floor first. Ma Long was, after all, a veteran in his late thirties, and his speed and reaction were no match for a young man like Lin Ze, not to mention that he was already being pressed down by Lin Ze.

By the time Ma Long could get up as quickly as possible, Lin Ze had already stood firm and was watching him from the side.

"It's a waste of Karl's talent to play in the NBA. I know a few good gay bars that are hiring male strippers," Lin Ze mocked. "How about I introduce you? You might become the king of strippers in Los Angeles!"

"Fuck you!" When had Malone ever suffered such a loss? Even Rodman had never made him feel so humiliated. He roared and tried to charge at Lin Ze.

But he forgot something else.

The two of them had been wrestling on the floor for more than ten seconds. No matter how slow the referees were, or how strict the playoff rules were, they couldn't possibly let him and Lin Ze wrestle at this point.

Not to mention that the Jazz had just finished their first offensive possession, with Hornacek missing a mid-range jump shot, and the Lakers grabbing the rebound and preparing to attack.

At this point, even those who were focused on the Jazz's offense and hadn't noticed the two men entangled and falling to the ground repeatedly came to the attention of everyone.

The referee rushed to the scene and stood between the two, desperately trying to stop Ma Long, who was hurling profanities at Lin Ze.

On the contrary, Lin Ze was very calm at this moment. He spread his hands with a smile on his face, and looked at Ma Long with a sarcastic expression without saying a word.

That smug look only fueled Malone's anger.

"A dog that bites isn't called Karl!" Lin Ze knew that the referee would definitely review the replay soon. With today's sentencing standards, he wouldn't be ejected, but he couldn't avoid a technical foul. Since he couldn't avoid it, he might as well yell a few more times and maximize the effect of this technical foul.

"When you bark like that, we all know you're trying to hide your fear and anxiety. We all know you're just a spineless coward who only bullies the weak!"

"I'm going to kill him! Let me go, I'm going to kill that bastard!" Ma Long roared angrily, still struggling to charge at Lin Ze.

"Shut up! Or I'll kick you off the field!" The referee who blocked Lin Ze threatened him fiercely. Referees aren't idiots.

How could they not guess that Malone must have suffered a loss to be so furious?

This Lin is definitely a much bigger scoundrel than he looks!

To the referees' surprise, Lin Ze shrugged immediately after hearing this and said, "Then I'm going to rest."

After Lin Ze finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the bench, and his teammates who had been surrounding him since the beginning immediately followed him back.

"What's wrong? Did you get hurt?" O'Neal said in a big brotherly tone, "That bastard! I'll make him pay!"

"Lin, you need to calm down," Rice sighed. "On the road to the championship, there are some things you have to endure."

"Want to take them down?" The usually taciturn Hubble once again expressed his intense fighting spirit: "I can help you kill Stockton!"

"It's alright." Lin Ze looked relaxed, bumped fists with several teammates, and then said, "I'll do the same to him throughout this series! You guys just focus on playing, leave the rest to me."

"This is going to be really exciting!" Wilmarcus said. "This series might just be more exciting than we expect."

"This is only the first possession!" Smith added, "These two are already at it like this, almost fighting in the very first 15 seconds of the game. I think this breaks NBA history. There has never been a record of a game starting with a fight in the very first possession, right?"

"Let's take another look at this round!" Will Marcus said, watching the replay. "Malone elbowed first! Malone went all in on the man! It's really a bit inexplicable. Lin actually respects Malone quite a bit. Remember when Lin gave his MVP trophy to Malone at the All-Star Game?"

"Although this is the playoffs, and although the court is like a battlefield, to treat a junior who respects you so much like this in the very first round, Malone is really a bit—how should I put it? A bit stingy."

Smith said, "Lin's response was very tough! Judging from their subsequent attitudes, I think Lin came out on top in this conflict."

"I think this conflict will be remembered for a long time. It's very much like Lin's tribute to his former teammate Rodman, who also had a similar encounter with Malone."

While the commentators were chatting, Ma Long had already been persuaded by his teammates and the referees to return to the bench, and the referees began to review the video.

A few minutes later, the referee walked to the scorer's table and announced the final ruling, exactly as Lin Ze had expected: both sides were equally punished, with Lin Ze and Ma Long each receiving a technical foul.

The game continues!

Back on the court, Lin Ze didn't go back to the paint to battle Malone. Instead, he stood outside the three-point line, where he was more comfortable. Malone grinned at Lin Ze and said, "Kid, scared already? You don't dare come inside anymore?"

"Coward!" Lin Ze scoffed. "If you have any guts, come over here and give me a good whack. Then we can see who'll be the one carried out tonight."

"If you don't dare, then shut up. Nobody wants to hear your barking like a wild dog."

"I'll show you what adult games are like, kid," Malone sneered. "Only kids resort to fighting. I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead while still keeping myself on the court playing!"

"We'll see!" Lin Ze snorted. Then Rice suddenly ran towards Lin Ze and set an off-ball screen for him. Lin Ze immediately moved laterally to create space, and Kobe's pass came to Lin Ze's hands at this moment.

After receiving the ball, Lin Ze immediately pulled up for a shot. At the same time, before jumping, he also saw out of the corner of his eye that Malone had shaken off Rice and was rushing straight over. This guy wasn't there to interfere with the shot or block it.

Lin Ze immediately realized this. He even noticed that Ma Long's eyes were glancing at his feet, indicating that he was using Ma Long as a stepping stone.

That's good, just like before.

If you don't focus on defense, I won't score either.

The arrival of Ma Long did not affect Lin Ze's determination to jump and attack. Lin Ze seemed to have no idea what Ma Long was thinking and still decisively drew his sword to prepare to attack.

Just as Ma Long was feeling smug and his left leg stretched forward unnaturally toward Lin Ze's landing spot, Lin Ze's right leg also lifted forward unnaturally.

If Reggie Miller had watched this match, he would have exclaimed: "That's my secret weapon!"

Raising one leg to block the defender when shooting can create an extra offensive opportunity and generate contact, thus earning you a free throw opportunity.

The difference between Lin Ze and Miller is that Miller did it to draw a foul and gain space, but Lin Ze did it to injure someone.

He didn't even look at the basket; his shot was quite casual, just thrown out and that was it.

He focused more of his energy and attention on his legs.

Lin Ze's leg struck precisely between Ma Long's legs, and he clearly felt a soft sensation.

"ANDONE!"

Upon feeling the contact, Lin Ze immediately assumed an exaggerated, sprawling pose.

As he fell to the ground, he yelled and demanded the referee's whistle.

As for basketball?

It was impossible for it to go in; the ball didn't even touch the backboard, it was a complete airball.

Lin Ze successfully dodged Malone's dirty kick and completed the counterattack. After landing safely, he couldn't help but sigh that the Jazz team was really stingy. He was always using dirty elbows, kicks, and claws to hurt people, but Malone didn't even bring a groin protector!

You guys made the whole league wear this thing, but you didn't wear it yourself?

Then Lin Ze couldn't help but look at Stockton not far away. Could it be that this guy didn't bring it either? Maybe he should have Hubble give him a try later.

Looking at Ma Long sprawled on the floor in a rather comical position, Lin Ze curled his lip and said, "An adult competition? Hmm?"

He said the same thing back to Malone.

However, Lin Ze believes that Malone will be a better fit for Los Angeles after tonight.

He could have a proper chat with the magician's beloved daughter—well, she's still his beloved son now.

"Whistle! Blocking foul! 3 free throws!" The referee's whistle blew at this moment, and the referee could no longer give way to Malone's star status on this play.

Malone clearly started the trouble by elbowing Malone, and instead of ignoring it, they issued technical fouls to both sides, which made Los Angeles fans who watched the replay quite unhappy.

This is Staples Center, after all; the referees need to be mindful of the fans' feelings.

Meanwhile, because Lin Ze and Ma Long fell to the ground at the same time, players from both sides rushed to the scene and to their sides to see what had happened to them.

"It's alright." After being helped up by O'Neal and Hubble, Lin Ze said, "He can't beat me!"

"Ron." Then Lin Ze pulled Hubble aside: "You can try Stockton's! Malone didn't wear a genital protector, and he probably didn't either."

"He has it," Hubble sighed. "I've already tried."

Good guy!

It's even faster than me!

Looking at the man who was usually quiet and reserved, Lin Ze was genuinely curious about just how much pain Stockton had caused him.

Look how angry you've made your older brother.

During his two years with the Bulls, I never heard Hubble complain.

"With Michael around, complaining?" Hubble seemed to see Lin Ze's surprise and snorted, "Complaining to him will only make him think I'm a coward! Then after you get tricked on the court, you'll have to be bullied by Michael again later."

Good heavens, it turns out Hubble wasn't just hurt by his own braised eggs, but also by other braised eggs!

Lin Ze was fine and got up easily, but Ma Long was not so relaxed. He was kneeling on the ground, screaming in pain. Even the team doctor rushed to the scene to check him out.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Smith frowned, grimacing. "It must have really hurt!"

"Don't even mention Malone," Wilmarcus said. "Even I'm in pain, but I'm more curious about something else."

"What's wrong?" Smith asked curiously.

"How many people do you think are popping champagne to celebrate right now? After all, this is Karl Malone."

Will Marcus's Lin Ze fanboy nature was exposed once again. Even though Malone was the victim, he didn't mention Lin Ze, but instead talked about Malone's poor interpersonal relationships. Although he didn't say it explicitly, Smith could tell what his partner meant.

Malone deserved his bad luck.

Smith also had a good impression of Lin Ze, and he and his partner had excellent chemistry, so he added, "In any case, this accident is worrying, and hopefully it won't affect the upcoming matches."

Thus, at least in the minds of many viewers who watched the live broadcast across the United States, this incident became a delightful surprise.

On the court, Ma Long stood up with the help of the team doctor and his teammates. His eyes were filled with resentment as he stared intently at Lin Ze. However, he was powerless to retaliate for the time being. Even a tough guy has his soft spot. Ma Long had to go down and rest for a while.

Lin Ze's shot hit the bullseye.

Immediately afterward, when the fans saw that Ma Long was not returning to the bench but walking towards the players' tunnel, a deafening roar of laughter erupted.

Fans are seeing Ma Long off!

In the vast majority of home games in this league, most fans will offer polite blessings and applause when an opponent leaves the court due to an unexpected injury.

Los Angeles residents have always enjoyed this segment, taking the opportunity to showcase their friendliness and sportsmanship. Even during the 88 game against the Celtics, when their arch-rival Bird was carried off the court lying on the floor, they still applauded and offered their blessings.

But Salt Lake City fans never do that; they only hurl insults at the visiting team's players.

As one of the players in the league who has sent opponents off the court the most times, even the most gentlemanly fans would not cheer for Malone.

Malone seemed used to this, quickly walking into the players' tunnel and disappearing from sight.

The game continues!

Without Malone, the Jazz naturally struggle to compete with the Lakers. The current Jazz are practically a one-man team with Malone as their star player; neither Hornacek nor Stockton possess the offensive capabilities to carry the team at this level of competition.

The ability to lead a team in combat.

Fortunately, the Jazz have Stockton.

Although Stockton is now quite old and has almost no scoring ability except for open shots, his fundamentals and rhythm are still there. He doesn't make mistakes easily or pass the ball out easily.

Under his control, the Jazz's pace slowed down to an appalling slowness.

The slow, leisurely advance, the unhurried tactical movement, the meaningless back-and-forth passing, and the pick-and-roll plays one after another.

Stockton almost always controls the offense until the last few seconds of each possession; he won't even consider attacking until at least 20 seconds have passed.

Their meaning is clear: slow down the pace, prevent the Lakers from getting ahead, and reduce the number of possessions, so that even if we can't beat the Lakers, they definitely won't be able to quickly widen the gap.

Let's slowly wear each other down in positional warfare!

This is also the best way for the Jazz to respond in the past.

Even if the Lakers can overwhelm them with this style of play, leaving the Jazz helpless, they can't expect to launch any spectacular scoring runs or fast breaks.

But clearly, the Jazz's style of play only prevents them from being completely overwhelmed.

This is a slow death, and it won't help them turn the game around and win.

If they want to win, they have to patiently wait for Malone to come back.

And so they waited until the second quarter began.

During the holiday break, Ma Long finally emerged from the tunnel, only to be greeted by another wave of boos and curses.

13: 22!

Under Stockton's control, although the Jazz only scored 13 points in one quarter, they were not completely outpaced by the Lakers. With a 9-point gap, the Jazz have a chance as long as Malone returns!

When Malone arrived at the court, the Lakers were led by Kobe and Rice, with Green and Horry forming the frontcourt duo.

However, Ma Long was clearly eager for revenge. You could tell from his expression that this guy wasn't here to play basketball!

On the first possession back on the court, Malone charged to the basket with his arms outstretched, then slammed an elbow into Horry's chest, sending the lucky koi flying. The referee ignored the blow, and Malone turned and scored.

"Hey kid, come back here!" After scoring, Malone certainly didn't look at Horry, who was rolling around on the floor, but turned to Lin Ze, signaling him to come on.

"Fine, I'll go on then." Upon hearing this, Lin Ze immediately braced himself on his knees, making a move to stand up, but he only managed to lift his buttocks off the bench before sitting back down. "You lying bitch! Who do you think you are? You think you can order us normal people around just because you don't have Dick?"

"I'm sorry, I discriminate against people with disabilities."

Upon hearing Lin Ze's words, Malone was itching to rush over and have a real fight with Lin Ze, but fortunately Stockton was right next to him. After exchanging a few words, Malone temporarily suppressed his anger and turned to play.

This is the playoffs, and the aging Utah Jazz duo still want to win. They need to catch up first. If Malone gets his second technical foul and is ejected because of his argument with Lin Ze, the Jazz will suffer a huge loss.

With Malone on the team, the Jazz are truly a completely different team.

Even though Malone will be 37 in three months, don't forget that he was the MVP last season! This season, he played all 82 regular season games and still averaged 25.5 points and 9.5 rebounds, making him one of the top five players in the league.

24: 28!

More than three minutes into the second quarter, thanks to Malone's continuous scoring, the Jazz successfully narrowed the gap to 4 points.

At this point, Jackson no longer hesitated and took the initiative to make a large-scale personnel adjustment, bringing back his starting five.

When Ma Long saw Lin Ze come up, he immediately became excited!

Kid, I've been waiting for you for ages!

At the top of the key, Kobe held the ball and waited. Lin Ze ran over from the wing and set a screen for him.

Russell was completely blocked by Lin Ze, and Kobe drove towards the basket. Malone, who was supposed to stop Kobe, didn't follow up at that moment. Instead, he turned and blocked Lin Ze's path, shouting, "No trade!"

What could Russell do? As the biggest historical figure in NBA history, he could only grit his teeth and charge towards the basket, trying to catch up with Kobe.

Just as Ma Long, who had successfully faced off against Lin Ze, was preparing to take some revenge on Lin Ze, Lin Ze beat him to it once again.

With a "smack," Lin Ze's arm, which was hanging down, suddenly exerted force and slapped between Ma Long's legs again.

This slap is a skill that Lin Ze has been practicing since elementary school all the way to university in his previous life. It's nearly 20 years of experience. How can you, Ma Long, possibly catch it?

It all comes down to equipment!

This time, Lin Ze's touch was no longer soft, but hard.

"You beast! You actually wore protective gear?!" Lin Ze glared at Ma Long. "Have you no shame?!"

This remark left Ma Long completely stunned.

For a fleeting moment, he genuinely felt that it was he, the one who went back to the locker room with protective gear, who was in the wrong, not Lin Ze, who had attacked him first.

Lin Ze sprayed insults as he retreated rapidly, completely oblivious to his own shamelessness.

After taking that hit, Ma Long completely lost his motivation to play.

When in his life has he ever suffered like this?

If he doesn't retaliate tonight after being repeatedly attacked and injured by an Asian kid, if he doesn't make Lin Ze lie on the ground and be carried out, if he doesn't make Lin Ze taste his own brains, then he's not Karl Malone!

However, Ma Long was not in a hurry to get revenge. In the following rounds, he became even calmer.

Malone's 15-year professional career gave him enough patience. After suffering repeated losses, he also realized that Lin Ze was not the kind of hothead, nor was he the kind of idiot who knew nothing but was full of enthusiasm and wanted to fight.

To teach Lin Ze a lesson, we need to find an opportunity! A good enough opportunity!

Over the next few minutes, Malone began to observe carefully, looking for and waiting for an opportunity.

They waited until 1 minute and 11 seconds before the end of the second quarter.

Because Malone's mind was hardly on the court, the Jazz's offensive efficiency declined again. It's just that they still have Stockton. With this guy on the court, no matter whether the Jazz are leading or what the situation is on the court, he has the ability to make the game boring and slow.

31: 42!

Despite having a significant advantage, the Lakers were unable to widen the score gap.

Just then, Lin Ze and Kobe executed a pick-and-roll at the top of the key.

Kobe moved laterally to look for an opportunity, and Lin Ze quickly turned and cut to the basket after the screen, ready to attack the basket.

Ma Long's turning and movement speed are not as good as before. Seeing Lin Ze fast down and unable to catch up, he did not feel annoyed. Instead, his eyes lit up.

The opportunity is coming!

As Lin Ze attempted a cut past him, Malone extended his large hand, which was about the same thickness as an average player's thigh, and grabbed Lin Ze's neck. He then tripped Lin Ze with his leg.

With that sudden pull and trip, Lin Ze immediately lost his balance and fell to the floor.

Ma Long had already planned his next move: when Lin Ze fell to the ground, he would also "accidentally" lose his balance and then fall directly on top of Lin Ze.

As for what happens after pressing it down?

Ma Long has plenty of ways to get Lin Ze carried out!

But you, Ma Long, have your own agenda, while I, Lin Ze, don't?

He knew very well that Malone was waiting for his opportunity, so he had made all the necessary preparations long ago.

Just as Ma Long was about to knock him down, he reached out and grabbed Ma Long's jersey, pulling Ma Long down with him, and the two of them fell to the ground at the same time.

This is exactly what Malone wanted!

He wanted to fall down with Lin Ze!

But Lin Ze, who fell to the ground before him, was already prepared. He saw the angle at which Ma Long fell and swung his elbow out, hitting Ma Long right in the corner of his eye.

Although Lin Ze didn't exert much force, Ma Long, who was falling, couldn't dodge or slow down due to inertia. From an outsider's perspective, it looked more like Ma Long, who had lost his balance, had deliberately bumped into Lin Ze's elbow!

Lin Ze clearly heard a "plop" sound, and the pained Ma Long rolled to the side, while a large amount of blood gushed from the corner of his eye!

Lin Ze smashed Ma Long's brow bone with a single elbow strike.

Having suffered a loss, Ma Long was not about to let it go so easily. After a moment of stunned silence, he roared and, without thinking about calming down, turned to the side and tried to pounce on Lin Ze.

Lin Ze, lying on the floor, was not afraid at all. He raised his knee and, as Ma Long flew over, directly slammed it into Ma Long's stomach. Then, he grabbed Ma Long's shoulders with both hands, used his knee to push off, and with a "Rabbit Kicks Eagle" move, sent Ma Long tumbling head over heels and falling face-first into the dirt.

This spectacular ground throw drew a loud gasp from the entire Staples Center.

Even Smith, who was providing commentary on television, forgot his own perspective and couldn't help but remark, "That was really smooth!"

Neither the fans nor the commentators expected that this was just the beginning!

Lin Ze said that he had been practicing boxing for the past few months, and he wasn't just joking. He had really found a professional trainer to train with. Before Ma Long, who was thrown around in a daze, could react, Lin Ze had already flipped over and pinned him to the ground, while simultaneously putting an elbow in Ma Long's neck.

"Move again, you bitch! Move that damn thing again! Move even once more, and I'll beat you so badly you won't even be able to eat shit!"

Lin Ze shouted "Surrender and you won't be killed," implying that if you didn't move, the matter would be over, but his hands didn't stop for even a second.

With two powerful punches, Lin Ze left marks on Ma Long's face, and blood began to flow from Ma Long's nostrils.

"Stop! Stop!" Stockton was the first to arrive at the scene. Seeing his buddy being beaten, he quickly rushed behind Lin Ze and grabbed Lin Ze's arm to stop Lin Ze from throwing another punch.

But what are Stockton's physical attributes, and what are Lin Ze's physical attributes?

Lin Ze broke free from Stockton's embrace almost instantly. He rotated his upper body and arms together, and this time he didn't use his fist. Instead, he swung his arm wide, spread his fingers, and slapped Stockton across the face.

In terms of sheer damage, this was nothing compared to the damage Hubble inflicted a second later, who arrived on the scene, grabbed Stockton by the neck, and pinned him to the ground.

But the level of insult is absolutely off the charts!