The NBA's Absolute Dominance

Chapter 57 O'Neal's Moans
Tang Bei collided with O'Neal, which helped him regain his balance. After landing and standing firmly, he braced his hands against the basket frame but dared not put them down.

Because O'Neal was bumped by him and fell on his butt, if he let go at that moment, O'Neal would be hit.

Despite past grievances, we cannot let go now.

"oh!!!"

As the basketball hoop collapsed and the backboard shattered, a huge gasp of alarm erupted in the Orlando arena, like a hurricane passing through.

In the NBC studio, Marv Albert exclaimed, "A poster dunk! Tang dunks over first overall pick Shaquille O'Neal!"

Good heavens, he even pulled down the basketball hoop, shattered the backboard, and put on a spectacular show. Yes, he staged a horror movie.

At that moment, he felt that his original opinion might have to change. How could such a beast not survive in the NBA?

Bill Russell looked surprised and said, "His nickname in the CBA was Fear, Severe Fear, and now that he's in the NBA, he's still creating fear."

Larry Bird chuckled and said, "Two behemoths weighing over 135 kilograms worked together to create this scene. The league will probably have to reinforce the backboards again."

"Ha ha……"

The other two laughed.

On the field, the two giant beasts, one standing and one lying down, stared at each other, their feet, bodies, and heads covered in glittering shards of glass.

Tang Bei smiled smugly and said, "Mr. Shaq O'Neal, here's a dunk for you. Now I don't owe you anything."

But remember, you still owe me two more falls, making it three in total. Go ahead and pay me back if you dare.

"You bastard!"

O'Neal was so angry that his face was twitching.

"Humph!"

This was the first time he had been dunked on head-on, and he was furious. It was like an old grudge had not been avenged and a new one had been added. He was so angry that he kept groaning, turned over and got up, and walked quickly to the bench with a stern face.

"Crack, click, click..."

A group of reporters stood opposite Tang Bei, snapping photos incessantly. He braced his left hand against the basketball hoop, and with his right hand, he made a V-sign for victory, a broad smile on his face.

The Orlando arena is undergoing intensive repairs.

But it wasn't the backboard that was broken, nor was it the rim; the backboard had collapsed and the backboard was shattered, which required a lot of work.

In addition, the stadium staff had no experience in changing basketball backboards mid-game, and it still wasn't fixed an hour later.

This was a live broadcast across the United States, and the game was interrupted for more than an hour, which had a significant impact on the broadcast.

While fans watching on TV were excited to see the basket backboard being dunked over, the game didn't stop on NBC after it was interrupted, and the ratings plummeted.

After a few minutes of awkward conversation between the three commentators and the guests, the live broadcast was forced to stop.

The NBA TV network was forced to make last-minute adjustments to its broadcast schedule, as were the sponsors' advertisements. Many people were forced to work overtime and were even called back to the TV station from their homes.

As for the fans at the scene, about 30% left one after another due to time constraints.

To keep the atmosphere from getting too cold, the MC used his silver tongue, and the cheerleaders had to keep dancing on stage.

An hour later, the host's voice went hoarse, and a group of sexy beauties were exhausted, covered in sweat.

Finally, after 1 hour and 15 minutes, the new basketball hoop was erected again.

"Di!"

The referee blew the whistle to restart the game.

Tang Bei took the free throw first, after O'Neal was called for a defensive foul earlier.

"Bang!"

Although he went on the court to warm up from time to time, Tang Bei's shooting touch inevitably slipped. He missed the free throw and O'Neal grabbed the rebound.

Arriving at the left low post, O'Neal, still furious, tried his best to post up, but Tang Bei wouldn't let him. The two started to fight, entering a physical battle.

O'Neal made the first move with his elbow, hitting Tang Bei in the neck with his left elbow. Tang Bei retaliated by sweeping O'Neal's left cheek with his right elbow.

Fortunately, it was close-quarters combat, so they couldn't exert enough force. Although it was still very painful, both of them could barely endure it.

O'Neal's strength was still quite impressive; his left foot finally squeezed into the penalty area, going in half a foot, while his right foot was still outside. The ball was passed down, and Tang Bei inside suddenly increased his strength in the confrontation, then suddenly executed a Tai Chi spin.

"not good!"

With the intense physical contact suddenly gone, so did the support. O'Neal's body involuntarily lurched inward, and the nightmarish memories of falling twice at Tang Bei's feet in the rookie camp flashed through his mind.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Bei had moved in front of O'Neal, and his right elbow swept across O'Neal's right arm, completing the third step of the center of gravity disruption technique: control, which is to continue to disrupt his center of gravity.

If it's a fight, then the fourth step will immediately follow, the final push, to directly achieve final control over O'Neal, twisting his arm and rubbing him against the floor.

But since we're playing ball, let's stop here.

Tang Bei was about to catch the ball when a large, strong hand suddenly grabbed his left arm and pulled him sharply.

"Your uncle!"

When Tang Bei was pulled down by O'Neal, the basketball flew over and went out of bounds.

"Di!"

The referee blew his whistle.

Larry Bird reacted quickly, immediately saying, "O'Neal committed a foul by pulling someone."

"Yes."

Bill Russell nodded in agreement.

"He pushed me! He pushed me again..."

Before the referee made his call, O'Neal got up and roared angrily.

The referee didn't see Tang Bei's pushing action, but instead saw O'Neal's pulling action.

But he had just called a foul on O'Neal, and this was the Magic's home court; if he called another foul, it would provoke dissatisfaction from the fans in attendance.

After considering it, he beckoned two assistant referees over.

The referee at center line said he did not see what happened there.

The weak-side referee didn't see O'Neal pulling anyone, but he did see Tang Bei make a right elbowing motion.

However, he believed that it was a balancing move by Tang Bei when he turned around, not an elbow strike, and the force was very small, which was within the normal intensity of the confrontation.

However, he shared the same concerns as the referee: O'Neal had just been called for a foul, and this was the Magic's home court, with one Chinese player and one American, so his attitude was biased towards O'Neal.

After the two whispered a few words, the referee ultimately gave Tang Bei a regular defensive foul for elbowing, and the Magic still had possession of the ball.

O'Neal was bewildered. It was clearly a push, so why was it called an elbow strike?

It's reasonable to call a foul for pushing someone, but if Tang Bei is called out for an elbow strike, given the intensity of their last physical contact, he'll be called a coward.

"Your grandma!"

"Softie, if you can't accept defeat, get off the field. My seventy-year-old grandma could knock you down with one elbow."

Tang Bei was so angry that he cursed and turned around to yell at O'Neal.

I usually struggle to speak English without thinking, but I delivered this trash talk quite smoothly, with intonation and rhythm.

"Fuck you!"

O'Neal's face instantly turned blood red. Recalling the memory of being thrown to the ground by Tang Bei, he was furious but quickly regained his senses and swung his fist to strike.

Unfortunately, the boxing technique was too unorthodox and the punching speed was too slow.

Tang Bei wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass him by. He grabbed O'Neal's left wrist as he struck, used his coiling energy to counter the force, and suddenly turned in a Tai Chi style, thrusting forward with the momentum.

"what!"

With a swift and decisive move, a startled O'Neal let out a soft gasp and charged forward like a foolish bull, taking four or five steps before tumbling headfirst into the stands.

The fans there scrambled to dodge, but two of them couldn't escape and were pinned down by O'Neal.

The referee must be completely baffled. The game had only been paused for a little over an hour, and now there's a fight. What bad luck did he have to be sent to officiate this game?
(End of this chapter)