At this time, Pippen on the left wing quickly defended the top of the arc and directly intercepted the pass.

The Bulls quickly counterattacked, and Jordan scored another goal during the fast break.

62:54, the Suns, which led by 8 points in the first quarter, fell behind by 8 points at the beginning of the third quarter.

"The Bulls' perimeter defense is really strong! Jordan and Pippen teamed up to put too much pressure on the Suns' perimeter defense."

At the CCTV live broadcast, Zhang Lili exclaimed in admiration.

At the beginning of the second half, Westphal started to sweat heavily on his head. It was obvious that he was very nervous.

"Stay steady, pay attention to the reception, be careful of their double teams, don't make mistakes, give the ball in!" he shouted loudly towards the court.

When the Suns attacked, Wang Tiejun carried Cartwright into the basket. The latter wanted to go around, but his movement speed was not as fast as him, and he got stuck under the basket.

Kevin Johnson took advantage of Dan Malley's pick-and-roll and dropped Jordan. When he pulled to the right wing, he saw an opportunity under the basket and immediately passed it in.

"Crack!"

Wang Tiejun grabbed the ball with one hand, didn't move his left foot, stepped back with his right foot, and made a fierce backhand hit. When Cartwright fell down in response, he immediately turned right to face the basket.

At this time, Grant's help from the right wing arrived, but he had already faced the basket, handed the ball to his left hand, and when he rose up, he smashed the ball toward the basket.

"Bang!"

With the strong sound of the basket exploding, the whole audience burst into joy.

"Uh! Ahem..."

Cartwright, who was on the floor, had a look of pain on his face, breathing with his mouth wide open, coughing violently from time to time, obviously being knocked out of breath.

"Bill, are you okay?"

Cobra Grant felt like a rabbit was dead and a fox was sad. He was knocked down three times in the first quarter, and his chest is still hurting now.

"I have no strength and my body is weak..."

Cartwright shook his head, but he did not mean that it was okay, but that he could not fight. He reluctantly explained and made a substitution gesture to Grant.

"What's going on?" Jordan and others gathered around.

The referee also came over, took a look, and immediately signaled to the Bulls bench to deal with it as soon as possible and not to delay the game time.

The team doctor ran up to check and determined that Cartwright had respiratory impairment due to the severe impact on his lungs and could no longer fight.

Phil Jackson calmly replaced Mark West and the game resumed.

Bulls offense.

Jordan broke through on the right wing with the ball, and Barkley made a cover and was broken through again.

Looking at Jordan coming in, Wang Tiejun did not enter the basket, but went up to the front of the basket. This way he could avoid being dunked, and when Jordan went for a layup, he could block the shot from the wing.

However, he still seriously underestimated Jordan's bounce speed. When Jordan jumped up, he took off again, already a beat too slow.

"Whoa!"

The ball falls into the basket.

"Mr. Wooden Stake, this is the most suitable nickname for you. I hope you like it." After getting it, Jordan spat coldly trash talk.

"Wait to collect the corpses of your inside teammates." Lao Wang immediately replied.

Jordan's face twitched, and his surge of momentum was instantly suppressed by this trash talk.

He knows that what Old K said is not a joke. His old teammate Cartwright has been injured. Pippen, Grant, Mark West, Spencer King, these people all suffered tonight, and this damn thing

Old K only played one quarter.

In the next few rounds, Wang Tiejun did not attack. He was recovering his health and returned to his most accustomed rhythm of hitting a ball and resting for two minutes.

In the third minute, he dropped low on the left wing to get the ball.

"Bang!"

The first iron mountain hit Mark West to loosen his grip.

"Bang!"

With the second iron mountain blow, Mark West was directly knocked away with a groan of pain.

He turned around and headed towards the basket with the ball. After the ball hit the floor, he flew up and hit the basket with one arm.

"Bang!"

As he smashed the ball in, he let go, took a step forward, knocked down Grant on the right side of the basket, and then returned to defense without changing his expression.

"Yeah yeah yeah..."

The cheers at American West Arena were deafening.

"What a fucking bastard!"
Chapter completed!