NBA, Yao Ming is back!

Lambiel swore that coming here himself was a foolish thing to do.

If I hadn't wanted to prove that I didn't rely on my father for a living and hadn't started a new company, I wouldn't have bothered taking on this Nike job.

Moreover, the more I looked at it after coming here, the more drowsy I became.

What are these things? They're all like noodles.

Give him a couple of whacks.

Such a good opportunity, you should have hit his kidneys, and you didn't.

Yes, the NBA these days is much more restrained than it was in our time. It's a pity, though, that it's become a sport for women.

Others might not have a point in saying that, but that's what Bill Lambiel said.

Jordan, Blackie, and neither of them would say a word against it.

This guy from New York is interesting, but his methods are too obvious. You have to do things more subtly, you know?

Otherwise, what would you call it?

The essence of small actions lies in their smallness!

Yes, the two schools of thought are different, so naturally they look down on each other.

He glanced at it twice, then lowered his eyes again, perhaps thinking that if the company went bankrupt, he would have to inherit billions of dollars again.

As for Taiko, she's beaming with excitement right now.

He felt he had found Yao Ming's Achilles' heel.

I could take his life in a matter of minutes.

Now it's my time to play around.

Unbeknownst to him, Yao Ming was now practically possessed by Bill Laimbeer. Although Laimbeer had retired and his skills were down to level one, Yao Ming's touch had at least achieved a level-one effect.

[King of Hidden Elbows - Level 1]

Skill rating: S-level

Skill Affiliation: Bill Laimbeer (Exclusive Hall of Fame-level Offensive and Defensive Villain Talent, Founder of the Alliance's Shadowy Style)

Level 1 skill effect.

1. Deceptive and covert attacks on both offense and defense:

The defense involves close-quarters combat, low-post positioning, and relentless pursuit and squeezing throughout the entire game. The stealthy elbowing technique maximizes the concealment of the attack and significantly expands the range of interference detection.

When attacking, use your back to the basket, position yourself to receive the ball, set screens, and when fighting for position under the basket, use your body to lean in, raise your elbow to set a screen, and use your side to position yourself to separate the defender, stabilize your offensive position, and avoid close harassment.

2. The rigid style is absolutely restrained:

When facing a boxing-style fighter, engaging in hand-to-hand combat, or using elbow strikes to grapple and defend against tough opponents, it directly negates all of the opponent's close-quarters combat bonuses, physical aggression buffs, and grappling suppression effects.

Forced application of exclusive negative debuffs: The opponent's brute force is stiff and sluggish, the margin for error of the side jump and elbow strike is plummeted, close-range squeezing and savage collisions are very easy to lose balance, the mentality of impatience continues to rise, and the probability of fouling is greatly increased.

3 blind spots...

Putting aside other things.

Just look at the results.

Even though he's retired, if this was his peak performance, and I added another layer of that, it would be like Artest today...

But this is not bad either.

Anyway, Taiko's skill is only level one.

Perfectly countered by skill.

Just as Artest was about to score another goal, he suddenly broke through...

Kidneys are soft.

The ball that was in his hand flew out of his hand.

A mistake?!

This mistake is a bit strange.

Little Nelson looked puzzled. How could an outside player make such an outrageous mistake?

Only Lambiel next to him suddenly raised his head, his eyes refocusing on the field.

What's wrong? Why do I suddenly... have a bit of lower back pain?

Never mind, it's just one ball, stay calm!

Artest immediately turned around to defend.

He wanted to use the same tactics to make Yao Ming make a mistake.

I was thinking, "You, a big man, think you can attack from here?"

Even if Hakeem Olajuwon came...

Holy crap!!!

Atai suddenly felt his body go limp.

Yao Ming easily broke past him.

Another one-handed dunk.

Return the color.

Yasuko:? ? ?

What happened? To prepare for this training camp, I haven't shown my girlfriend my fighting prowess standing at the back all week.

What happened?

Why are my kidneys a little soft?

Next ball.

It remains the same.

Next ball.

It remains the same.

After several such incidents, even Atai's brain realized something was wrong!

This guy is behind it all!!!

"You, are you deliberately messing with me?!"

Yao Ming shrugged, and Atai looked at his face, then thought for a moment, realizing he hadn't noticed anything either.

Could it really be a problem with my kidneys?

That's impossible! I'm only a teenager.

The kidneys are no good...

What should I do?

But after doing it many times, Artest became completely certain of one thing.

Every time I get close to him.

That's why your kidneys feel weak.

A sudden, sharp pain.

He's definitely behind this!!!

This must have really angered Artest, who used all three of his legs to attack Yao Ming.

It's just what everyone sees with their naked eyes.

Artest was relentlessly pressing and intensifying the defense.

They used everything: jumping, sticking close, elbowing, squeezing, and body collisions.

The movement was fierce and violent, the muscles were tense, and the face was full of murderous intent, as if he was about to devour Yao Ming alive at any moment.

Even the referees almost couldn't stand it, because in their eyes, Yao Ming played too cleanly.

That's because Lambiel, who didn't commit serious fouls, was so good that the referees could never find fault with him.

Utilization of visual blind spots.

It can be said to be at its maximum.

In contrast, Yao Ming...

His posture was upright, his movements were clean, his hands were raised high with the ball, and his expression was calm and gentle, even appearing overly honest.

But the actual close-quarters combat is a completely reversed hellish scenario.

Artest couldn't even touch Yao Ming with his elbow.

Yao Ming, however, was able to elbow Artest silently in every round.

No one in the stadium, the referee, or the players on the sidelines could tell.

Atai's "Horizontal Jump Iron Elbow" is an open elbow strike.

His movements are large, his elbows are raised clearly, and his sidesteps are fierce; everyone can see him raising his elbow to strike someone at a glance.

He habitually raises his elbows to his ribs, armpits, or waist, using force and physical pressure to bully his opponents.

But Yao Ming seems to be channeling Laimbeer.

Hidden elbow: Never raise your upper arm, never reveal your movements.

All of it involves slight movements of the forearm, sinking the elbow close to the bone, brushing against the body, and using the force to push and press.

Elbows should always be hidden in the shadows of the body, on the side of the torso, or in the blind spot under the armpit.

The angle is ridiculously tricky.

They were stuck in the referee's blind spot.

It gets stuck in the blind spot of human vision.

It makes you only able to take the beatings, but you don't even know how you were beaten.

Then Artest got increasingly angry.

I refuse to believe I can't elbow you!

Taizi's powerful elbow, fully charged, grazed Yao Ming's side again.

But still, we didn't touch a hair!

Artest: ? ? ?

Unable to elbow him repeatedly! How is that possible?

When a person exerts force repeatedly but fails, the blood and qi in their chest cavity will surge.

Atai clenched his teeth, his chest throbbed, and his anger began to rise.

But before he could even catch his breath...

Yao Ming dribbles with his left hand, his right hand hangs naturally, his forearm is slightly tucked in, and his elbow is subtly turned outward.

The moment their bodies touched.

His elbow brushed silently past Artest's right ribcage.

There was no impact sound.

There were no major changes.

There were no exaggerated body movements.

No one even saw it.

It's just a light swipe.

But that one strike landed precisely on the most sensitive soft tissue of the side ribs.

Grass! It's a type of plant!

Atai let out a muffled groan, which even made the grass swallow back.

Yao Ming easily scored the goal.

But Taiko wasn't having it! She kept going!

If Artest weren't so aggressive, his defense wouldn't have been so disastrous, but if he weren't so aggressive, would he still be Artest?

Then let's call him Metta World Peace.

Bill Laimbeer, watching from the sidelines, had his eyes light up. This guy's got some interesting stuff, he's got that Pistons spirit!

If the game hadn't been ongoing, he would have immediately pulled out his phone to call the Pistons' general manager.

As the fight went on, Atai's temper grew hotter and hotter.

He vowed that he would never leave his life except for girls.

This is the first time I've ever been so angry with a man!!!

Tolerate?

He didn't know how to write this word before he was at the Palace of Auburn Hills.

Just as Yao Ming scored the basket, the whole stadium erupted in cheers, causing Artest to suddenly lose his temper at the tall man in front of him.

He immediately delivered a powerful backhand strike to Yao Ming!

Wow, this is getting interesting.

Upon seeing this, Laimbeer suddenly became excited. For him, playing ball was never as interesting as fighting.

I wonder how good this interesting young man from the East is at fighting?

He's a New York hustler after all.

Just as the others were getting ready to watch the show...

Brand and Odom noticed that the person who came with Yao Ming hadn't moved either.

Holy crap, that's inhumane! Their good buddy is about to get beaten up, and they're not even going to help?

They didn't go up because they absolutely trusted Atai; if they did, it would seem like they had too many people bullying too few.

It would be a bit unfair of you not to go up there.

But Liu Wei's gaze remained unmoved as he looked at the two men.

Where are you going?

Does he still need me to save him?

The nickname "Little Iron Man of Shanghai" isn't given lightly.

When Artest saw Yao Ming turn around, he thought the man would be surprised, nervous, or angry.

But I never expected this man.

He actually looked excited.

Great, finally I have a chance to not play basketball on the court.

And since the other party provoked first, it's reasonable for me to retaliate.

This is how American basketball should be played.

Right.

Artest threw a punch, but this time, he didn't hit anyone as usual, because although his wingspan was much longer than his height, it was only 2.13 meters.

If you and Yao Ming, whose wingspan is already 2.37 meters, exchange punches, well, it's definitely Yao Ming's fist that hits you in the face, and you don't even touch his hair.

Don't blame Artest; he'll probably never encounter another wingspan of that caliber in his lifetime.

When they saw that Artest had actually taken a punch, Odom and Brand were both stunned.

Just when they thought Artest would fly into a rage.

Artest did indeed fly into a rage, and this might be the last time he ever lashed out at Yao Ming.

Yao Ming made a nimble sideways movement.

He then quickly dodged Artest's punch and grabbed him from behind.

"You should know that, right?"

"How terrifying would it be to have a man standing behind you?"

Immediately afterwards, Atai felt a pair of hands tightly wrap around his neck.

His arm was suddenly locked.

The upper arm and shoulder form a triangular restraint.

"Go to sleep, Yasuko."

Upon hearing that sound for the last time, he felt as if his brain had suddenly lost its blood supply.

then.

He felt as if he had seen God and his great-grandmother.

It's true. I saw God and my great-grandmother.

and.

It's the kind that waves to yourself.

Seeing this, Lambiel remained calm and instead burst into laughter, shoving the referee next to him aside.

He walked over and extended an invitation to Yao Ming, who was lifting Artest's legs.

"Kid, I see you have extraordinary potential. The Detroit Pistons need you."

what.

Pistons.

Then you're like magicians.

The ranking is too low.

They can't afford to sign me.

Hold on to a thread.

Next one.

At that moment, there was indeed someone standing next to the venue.

Because her figure is not noticeable, no one would notice her at all.

After he saw this scene.

The eyes radiated a beautiful light.