Michael Jordan looked at Francis and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

He just likes to see his opponents being overwhelmed by his trash talk.

After lacking a certain amount of rationality, it will become much easier to deal with.

Francis held the ball, suddenly started to speed up, and broke through to the right.

Michael Jordan hurriedly chased after him, blocking his position with his body and not giving Francis the space to successfully break through.

Francis felt the power coming from Michael Jordan and couldn't help gritting his teeth.

Then the calf muscles tensed up and he exerted force.

Turn around and take off, fade away and shoot!

Barkley couldn't help but exclaimed on the sidelines: "Francis! He is trying to copy Michael Jordan's fadeaway jumper just now!"

The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and flew straight towards the basket.

"Clang!"

The basketball hit the basket and Dayao took advantage of the opportunity to protect the backboard, then jumped up and dunked the ball in with one hand.

"What a pity! Francis just wanted to use Michael Jordan's classic move to retaliate! Unfortunately, he didn't score! The God of Basketball is the God of Basketball after all!" Barkley said proudly, as if he was talking to Francis on the court.

The person facing off is the same as him.

Then he glanced at Smith, his expression looking very embarrassed.

Smith looked at Barkley's expression, which looked a bit unbeatable, and felt a little angry.

This has just gained an advantage, and the bet has not been won yet!

If you are so arrogant now, what if you really win?!

Smith grabbed the microphone in front of him and said: "Barkley, you don't have to be too proud! Michael Jordan is very strong, but he is old. The winner of this duel will not be decided until the second half!"

Michael Jordan was even more happy when he discovered that Francis actually wanted to use his own tricks to attack.

For five minutes, Michael Jordan maintained a high-efficiency offense and kept irritating Francis with trash talk.

Francis, who was sprayed on his head, was led by Michael Jordan, and he only wanted to use Michael Jordan's tricks to attack.

However, using other people's signature moves to attack, not to mention whether the technical moves are familiar or not. In many cases, Michael Jordan's offensive intentions will be detected faster.

Suddenly, Francis' offensive efficiency dropped significantly.

The score also reached 12 to 9 points, and the Rockets were three points behind.

The data comparison between the two is even more obvious.

Michael Jordan scored 8 points, two assists, and two rebounds.

Francis, on the other hand, only had a measly 5 points, one rebound, and zero assists.

It can be said that in these five minutes, Francis lost. He lost completely.

Han Ning raised her wrist and looked at her watch. Finally she couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to signal a timeout.

"Beep!"

Francis walked off the field with his head lowered, sat on the bench, and covered his head with a towel, feeling very depressed.

"Francis, raise your head!" Han Ning looked at Francis and said in a deep voice.

After taking off the towel from his head, Francis raised his head and looked at Han Ning with a very guilty expression.

If it weren't for his bent on deciding the outcome with Michael Jordan, the Rockets wouldn't have fallen behind.

However, to everyone's surprise, Han Ning did not criticize Francis!

"Francis! You are the star of this team! You are the undisputed leader of the Rockets! Are you going to admit defeat like this?!"

Francis looked at Han Ning with a hint of confusion and surprise in his eyes, and asked softly: "Boss...don't you blame me?!"

Han Ning shook his head with a serious expression and said, "Why should I blame you?! Do I blame you for falling behind?!"

The other Rockets players all turned their attention.

He turned his head, looked around, and scanned the faces of every Rockets player with his eyes.

Han Ning said in a deep voice: "Francis, and all of you, please listen to me!"

"You are all players recognized by Han Ning, you are no worse than anyone else!"

"What happened to the God of Basketball?! Doesn't the God of Basketball allow to be defeated?!"

"I'm telling you Francis, if you are too timid today! Don't dare to compete with Michael Jordan! Then you are not worthy of being the head of the Rockets!"

Francis pursed his lips after hearing Han Ning's words, and his heartbeat became faster and faster.

He could understand that Han Ning not only did not blame him, but also wanted him to continue the duel with Michael Jordan and win!

"But boss...I just played very poorly." Francis said a little embarrassed.

After Michael Jordan began to gain weight, although his speed slowed down, his strength also increased a lot.

For Francis, who is also physically strong, this is equivalent to lacking an advantage in strength.

At the same time, Michael Jordan's height and wingspan are also better than him, which makes him suffer more interference when shooting.

The only thing that can gain an advantage is speed!

Under such circumstances, it is indeed difficult for Francis to win the duel.

However, Han Ning smiled slightly, folded his arms and said softly: "What are you afraid of! If you can't score once, hit twice! If you can't score twice, hit three times!"

"Remember, you are all warriors! Warriors, you are not allowed to retreat! Warriors, you must always move forward bravely!"

"And don't forget, I'm still here!"

"Today, I am going to make you, Francis, the real God Killer! Tell the whole world that Michael Jordan is old! Now is our time!"

After hearing Han Ning's words, not only Francis, but also other Rockets players couldn't help but breathe quickly and became excited.

Become the Godslayer and tell the world that this is our time!

Relying on ourselves, we can bring an end to the previous era with our own hands!

Han Ning observed the expressions on the players' faces and felt very proud.

joke!

Me! Han Chicken Soup Master Ning!

When have you ever lost when feeding chicken soup?!

A bowl of chicken soup will give you a super buff that feels like chicken blood!

"Boss, what should I do?" Francis asked in a deep voice, filled with determination.

A weird smile appeared on Han Ning's face, and he said softly: "Next, we will not use the triangle tactic. We will use artillery bombardment instead!"

When the Rockets players heard what Han Ning said, they suddenly realized.

yes!

Michael Jordan is 39 years old!

If you are engaged in positional warfare, you can indeed perform well with the remaining fuel in the tank.

But what if I start a bombardment with you?!

Can you still run?!

I'm tired of you!

Sure enough, the boss is the boss!
Chapter completed!