Slam Dunk: Muguro

Chapter 275 Stop! Please stop fighting!

The two quickly got into the zone.

Kogure ran at his usual jogging pace, occasionally adjusting his stride to move forward in a more energy-efficient way.

Compared to Kogure, Hamilton has a better rhythm and is better at cornering, always finding the most energy-efficient line.

At first, Kogure was able to hold on and not fall behind.

Half an hour later, Kogure began to feel the strain, his breathing became erratic, and his steps gradually became heavy.

The aftereffects of his one-on-one match with Kobe have appeared. Although he wasn't as exhausted as Kobe and recovered somewhat afterward, he was still not at his peak.

Although Hamilton is also not at his peak, he has clearly maintained his form better.

However, Kogure did not give up.

In order to keep Hamilton on his toes, he had to grit his teeth and persevere, sticking close to Hamilton.

Throughout this process, Hamilton maintained a steady pace.

Kogure was still trying his best, but his body was clearly unable to sustain such a high level of exertion.

Before long, Kogure could no longer hold on and was the first to stop.

After Kogure stopped, Hamilton also stopped.

He was also panting heavily, clearly exhausted as well.

Kogure took a few deep breaths, shook his head and said, "Richard, you win!"

Upon hearing Kogure's words, Hamilton's face broke into a bright smile.

He defeated Kogure, and Kogure defeated Kobe, which means he's better than Kobe.

This is purely Hamilton's wishful thinking, after all, they are not playing the same game.

Even so, it was enough to please Hamilton, because Kogure satisfied his vanity and sense of self-respect.

"I consider this a dishonorable victory. Let's have another match once you've recovered!"

Hamilton waved his hand; he was more interested in defeating Kogure in his prime.

"Then it's decided!"

Kogure glanced at the progress and found that it had reached 7%!

To speed up the process, he decided to play a game in the morning, afternoon, and evening to squeeze every last drop of value out of Hamilton.

In this way, it is possible to meet the conditions in just five days.

As for whether excessive intensity will harm the body, don't forget that he has MAX injury resistance.

Hamilton: Am I not human?
Once his breathing had gradually calmed down, Kogure sat down in a chair to rest.

He looked around; Mitsui and Wright were still training.

Among them, Mitsui is intensifying its combat training.

Mitsui also played in yesterday's game against the American team, but didn't make much of a contribution, mainly because he suffered from physical contact.

Compared to American players, Mitsui is undoubtedly at a disadvantage in physical confrontations.

Therefore, Mitsui is trying to further strengthen its countermeasures to avoid repeating the same mistakes.

Not far away, Wright was standing under the basket, practicing his hook shot with complete concentration.

His body was tense, and he forcefully hooked the basketball with his right hand, trying to put it into the basket.

Unfortunately, his hook shot was clumsy and stiff, resulting in a worrying accuracy rate.

It's clear that Wright hasn't quite figured out the hook shot yet, and many details are still lacking.

Perhaps it was because this guy's future was so tragic that Kogure couldn't help but feel some sympathy for him.

So Kogure decided to give him some pointers to prevent him from continuing to practice haphazardly.

"Lorenzen, that's not how you use a hook hand."

Kogure stood up and walked over to Wright.

"Hey buddy, can you do a hook shot?"

Wright stopped what he was doing and then looked at Kogure with a puzzled expression.

Because Kogure is a guard, he doesn't believe Kogure has mastered the hook shot.

In fact, Kogure not only mastered the hook hand technique, but also reached level 8.

Kogure's hook shot technique is probably better than that of many NBA interior players.

"Alright!"

Kogure did not try to persuade Wright; only practice could best prove everything.

He picked up a basketball and then moved closer to Wright.

Wright raised his hands, putting pressure on Kogure.

At this moment, Kogure lowered his center of gravity slightly, bracing himself against Wright, and with a flick of his right wrist, hooked the ball toward the basket.

To avoid being blocked by Wright, Kogure deliberately raised his release height.

The basketball leaped past Wright's fingertips and fell straight into the basket.

shuh~
Soon, Kogure demonstrated several more times from different angles, and all of them hit the mark.

Of course, this is also related to Wright not going all out on defense.

"Dude, I didn't expect you to actually know how to hook your hand!"

Wright may not have eaten pork, but he's seen pigs run, and he knows very well the value of Kogure's hook technique.

He played in the high school league for three years and encountered many opponents, but no one had ever used such a smooth and rhythmic hook shot.

A hook shot requires not only excellent body coordination, but also accurate judgment of the basket and the ability to maintain balance during contact.

Kogure's hook technique demonstrates both strength and gentleness, with every detail revealing his profound understanding of the hook.

At that moment, Wright was completely captivated by Kogure's hook.

"Hey buddy, can you teach me?"

In order to learn how to hook the hand, Wright gave Kogure a deep bow.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you!"

Kogure patiently explained the key points of the hook shot to Wright, including how to position yourself, how to maintain your balance when jumping, and how to adjust the shooting angle.

Kogure patiently taught Wright, enabling him to understand more intuitively.

Under Kogure's guidance, Wright attempted the hook shot again.

At first, Wright's movements remained stiff.

"Your wrist isn't bent enough, which affects the power and direction of your hook shot."

In addition, there were problems with your timing of the jump and your balance.

Under Kogure's tutelage, Wright gradually grasped the technique of the hook, and his movements went from clumsy to fluid, a progress that was clearly visible to the naked eye.

Swish~ Swish~
Soon, after scoring two goals in quick succession, Wright's face lit up with a joyful smile.

Compared to before, his hooking motion is noticeably smoother.

However, to truly master it, you need to practice countless times.

"Kogure, I feel like I've improved a lot. Thank you so much! If you ever need any help in the future, feel free to come to me anytime."

Wright tried to express his gratitude to Kogure.

"Then I'm not welcome!"

Kogure smiled and nodded.

Soon, more and more players began to enter the stadium.

The morning training session was about to begin, and Kogure and the others left the court and went into the locker room.

The changing room reeked of disinfectant, along with foot odor and body odor.

Just as Kogure was about to change his clothes, Dampier happened to walk into the dressing room.

Upon seeing Kogure, Dampier's face instantly darkened, his eyes filled with intense rage.

In yesterday's game, Kogure slammed Dampier down with a powerful dunk, securing the win.

Being tackled by Kogure caused Dampier to lose face in front of everyone, and nailed him to the pillar of shame.

From that moment on, Dampier's gaze toward Kogure was filled with hostility.

Without hesitation, Dampier walked straight towards Kogure, his tone clearly provocative: "Kogure, do you think you're so great?"

Kogure stood up and calmly replied, "Yes, I am amazing!"

Faced with the provocation, Kogure retaliated without hesitation. Dampier angrily pointed at Kogure and said, "You'd better apologize to me!"

"If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for?"

Kogure remained defiant and was ready to retaliate at any moment.

The atmosphere in the locker room quickly became more and more tense.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, the teammates stood up and tried to de-escalate the situation.

"Kid, you asked for this!"

Dampier, who was used to being domineering, also had no intention of backing down.

A conflict is inevitable!

The next moment, Dampier's anger reached its peak, and he swung his fist forcefully, launching an attack on Kogure.

As a center known for his strength, the power of this punch goes without saying.

If this punch lands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, Kogure's reaction was noticeably faster.

With his MAX reaction attribute, Kogure dodged Dampier's fist by sidestepping, and even retaliated with an elbow strike while dodging.

Suddenly, Dampier felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his body involuntarily bent over.

Despite the excruciating pain, he endured it and attempted to fight back.

Just then, Wright grabbed Dampier from behind and hugged him tightly.

While Dampier was strong, Wright's strength was not to be underestimated.

The two were similar in strength and weight, making it difficult for Dampier to break free from Wright's grasp.

Before Dampier could break free, Mitsui and Rukawa joined the fray, each grabbing one of Dampier's hands and tightening their grip.

"Fuck!"

Dampier was filled with righteous indignation and wanted to kick Kogure.

As soon as he lifted his right foot, Kobe grabbed it, while Hamilton grabbed his left foot.

Besides them, the Watanabe brothers and Matsumoto Minoru all showed expressions of regret.

They wanted to help Kogure, but they were too late.

"Let me go, if you dare, we'll fight one-on-one!"

Even Dampier, locked up by five men, was powerless to stop them.

"Darren, Mickey, please help me!"

Dampier tried to get help from the other American players in the locker room.

"Eric, we're not that close!"

The American player ruthlessly rejected Dampier.

Knowing full well that the opponent has superior numbers, if you still actively go to them, aren't you just asking for a beating?

They're not stupid; they can naturally distinguish between interests and consequences.

Spicy balls!

At that moment, Dampier's eyes were filled with despair.

Man is a knife, I am a fish!

Looking at Dampier, who was bound by the crowd, Kogure clenched his fists together, making a cracking sound.

That's the advantage of having many friends!
"Wright is a trustworthy guy; he's truly dedicated when needed. If we get the chance, we must help him out of this predicament. If he goes to the NBA, maybe we can make him our bodyguard!"

Looking at Wright holding Dampier, Kogure thought to himself.

In today's NBA, it's common for players to fight while playing basketball.

This can be seen from the NBA's four notorious villains.

Therefore, the importance of bodyguards with swords is self-evident.

Only then did Kogure finally have the opportunity to vent his anger on Dampier.

He threw his fists without mercy, each punch filled with power.

Kogure already disliked Dampier, and now that the opportunity has presented itself, how could he possibly miss the chance to beat up the future 'second-best center in the West'?

This visceral, bone-crunching sensation brought Kogure immense pleasure.

At this moment, Dampier could only painfully endure the counterattack from Kogure.

I have to say, Dampier is really tough.

"Let me go, let me go!"

Dampier struggled fiercely, his face turning bright red.

Unfortunately, he still didn't get any chance.

Just as Dampier was being beaten up, Bird, who had heard the commotion, finally arrived at the scene.

Upon witnessing this scene, Bird's lips twitched slightly.

Because he was reminded of the past!
In a thrilling game between the Celtics and the 76ers, Bird was on fire, easily scoring 42 points, while the aging Dr. J only managed 6.

As we all know, Bird was a famous trash talker, so he certainly wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by.

Then Bird started shouting at Dr. J, "42-6, 42-6."

Dr. J was already feeling down because of his poor condition, and this trash talk completely ignited his anger.

Dr. J went up to Bird to argue, and then the two grabbed each other by the neck.

Barkley understood immediately and locked Bird in place, allowing Dr. J to follow up with a punch.

Then, Moses Malone, who also disliked Bird, joined the team fight.

Seeing Bird getting beaten, the Celtics' McHale and Parish didn't just sit idly by and join the team fight.

This match sparked a brawl among six Hall of Fame players, highlighting its significance.

Of course, Bird was the one who ultimately suffered the loss.

Bird was the one who showed off, and he was also the one who got beaten up!
Everyone's showing off, except Bird, who's getting beaten up!

For Bird, the past was truly unbearable to recall.

Thinking about this, Bird felt a slight pain in the corner of his mouth.

Dr. J is still as sharp as ever; his fists are still quite powerful.

"Stop, stop fighting!"

After realizing what was happening, Bird shouted to stop the violence at the scene.

Kogure had no choice but to stop, putting on an innocent expression.

Seeing this, Wright and the others released Dampier.

As soon as he broke free of his restraints, Dampier, like a wild beast released from its cage, ignored Byrd's attempts to stop him and pounced on Kogure with red eyes.

"careful!"

Mitsui's urgent voice rang out.

Kogure instinctively ducked, and Dampier's fist grazed the top of his head, the powerful gust of wind even ruffling his hair.

Before Dampier could retract his hand, Kogure grabbed his arm.

Without hesitation, Kogure quickly turned around and executed an over-the-shoulder throw.

Bird quickly jumped aside, avoiding Dampier's massive body as he fell.

bang~
Dampier crashed heavily onto the hard concrete floor with a dull thud.

The floor in the locker room seemed to shake.

Dampier lay on the ground, trying to get up again, but his body had reached its limit and he ultimately could not stand up.

KO!

As Dampier collapsed, the air around him seemed to freeze.

To everyone's surprise, Dampier lost yet again.