Artest was sitting on the bench, sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, and his face was... red even though you couldn't tell.

At this time, there were only two minutes left before the end of the game. The Red Storm were already 7 points behind.

The Terrapins started the second half with a three-pointer, which overwhelmed St. John's and left them hanging by a thread.

In fact, the shooting percentages of both sides in the second half were almost the same.

But the Terrapins took more shots because of Li Ang's crazy rebounding inside.

It was purely through more secondary attacks that they built a 7-point lead.

And with the decline in physical fitness, the three-point shooting percentages of both sides are now beginning to become unstable.

This will undoubtedly make things worse for the Red Storm, which relies heavily on long-range shots.

"Ron, why don't you take a rest for one or two rounds?" Mike Jarvis saw that Artest was already a little exhausted, so he wanted to temporarily replace him.

Artest was fighting hand-to-hand with Li Ang almost the whole time today. In the first half, they were attacking and defending each other. In the second half, the two were fighting for rebounds under the basket, and they never stopped.

The physical energy consumption is very high.

But after Jarvis said he wanted to make a substitution, Artest glared at him fiercely.

The moment their eyes met, Jarvis even thought about his will.

Fortunately, Artest didn't do anything extreme. He just told Jarvis: "I said I would take the team to the semi-finals, so please stop interfering!"

"Step in..." Jarvis suddenly felt that he could team up with Gary Williams and go back to the locker room to watch TV.

Gary: Don’t talk nonsense. I am different from you. I have at least formulated a three-point tactic with Li Ang as the core. I am a serious coach, unlike some people who sit in the front row to watch the game for free.

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For the Terrapins, Li Ang was also soaked by Artest.

Although that beast was a bit mentally retarded, Li Ang really admired him for his hard work.

Fighting and losing, but fighting and defeating.

Li Ang has got 16 rebounds so far, and anyone else would have been robbed of himself.

But Artest is still strong, still fighting and fighting against Li Ang tirelessly.

Regardless of whether he can grab it or not, it is easy to get it if Li Ang is not allowed to get any rebounds.

Li Ang's current physical attribute is only 70. Although this kind of physical ability is not enough for Li Ang to move twice, it is indeed not considered a physical monster.

He is also very tired after fighting with Artest.

But this is a game that determines the outcome. Although we have a 7-point lead, we are not 100% winnable.

So, Li Ang also wiped his sweat and stood up, constantly mentally hinting to himself: "I am very durable, I am very durable, I am very durable!"

"The game restarted. Leon and Artest are still on the court. They haven't rested for a minute until the second half. It was such a wonderful physical battle. I have even started to look forward to their performance in the NBA.

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The on-site commentators were very excited. Although Artest and Li Ang did not score the most points today, the scenes of the two men's physical combat on the court were more exciting than the scores.

"Humph, I didn't expect you didn't take a break either." Stepping onto the court, the two of them stood together with their hands on their knees, and Artest was the first to speak.

"Rest? Why rest? Are you tired?"

"Are you kidding? Go to New York and ask around. 40 minutes is nothing to me, Artest."

"Tsk, it's only 40 minutes. I always start at an hour."

"Blow, just blow. If it lasts for an hour, it's not lasting, it's sick!"

The conversation between the two gradually went off topic.

They are obviously exhausted, but they waste this time playing. In some aspects, Li Ang and Artest are quite similar.

The game restarted with St. John's attacking first.

Artest knew that his teammates were not shooting consistently, and as the team leader, he decided to stand up and solve the problem.

But Li Ang didn't give Artest a chance to get close to the basket. He directly put his hands on Artest's chest and tried to push him out.

Artest's aim is to be bold and never mince words.

So he didn't run back, nor did he use the cover to catch the ball. Instead, he forced Li Ang to go in and faced off head-on.

The two began to wrestle wildly without the ball.

Artest walked to the basket and was about to raise his hand for the ball, but Li Ang put his hand directly on Artest's shoulder, cutting off his passing route.

Although the ball is still in the hands of the outside defender at this time, people's eyes are on the basket without the ball.

The battle between these two seems to be extremely exciting without basketball.

Artest worked hard, but in the end he still didn't get a chance to catch the ball.

In desperation, Eric Buckley had no choice but to break through on his own.

Under Francis' interference, Barkley missed a jumper.

Although Barkley is only a freshman, he is considered one of the strongest point guards in the NCAA this year.

But with a height of only 1.85 meters, he struggled under Francis' defense.

Barkley usually scores by relying on three-pointers or speed.

But Francis' speed was not inferior to that of Barkley, so he was able to hold him firmly.

Artest and Li Ang took off at the same time. Due to physical reasons, Li Ang's bounce speed and jumping height were greatly affected.

Therefore, Li Ang failed to take the basketball directly, but was interfered by Artest and only touched the ball once.

The basketball was clicked by Li Ang and then flew out of bounds. Seeing this, Li Ang glanced at a long-legged cheerleader girl behind the baseline.

This... is rude!

"Leon flew to save the ball, he got the ball back, and the Terrapins kept the ball!"

Li Ang didn't care about the gasping of the girl under him. He just wanted to get away from her quickly, so he supported the ground with his hands in the confusion.

As a result, when I put my hand on it, it felt soft.

Good guy, my panting is getting worse!

Although it feels great, Li Ang doesn't miss it too much.

Today, no one can affect my sprint towards victory!

Li Ang stood up and ran forward to participate in the attack. Although his physical fitness was almost at its bottom, sometimes you never know how many more times you can rush if you don't push yourself.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! While Li Ang was chasing back, Francis had already taken a shot from the mid-range.

The ball circled around the basket, but still slipped out.

Physical fitness has a fair impact on everyone. Barkley can't make a shot, and Francis can't make a shot now.

Li Ang stared at the basketball, and all he could think about was how to score the ball.

There is not much time left now. As long as we seize this attack, the game will basically be decided.

Don't miss this opportunity!

Using his last strength, Li Ang kicked off his legs and spread his fingers in the direction of the basketball.

At this time, Artest also jumped high from the right side of the backboard. Li Ang and Artest, one took off from the side of the basket and the other from the front of the basket, like cars about to collide at an intersection.

The on-site commentator was so excited that he hammered the commentary table: "Lee and Ron, no matter who loses or wins, their fighting spirit deserves respect. This is the March Madness championship we want to see, and this is what competitive sports is all about.

meaning!"

These two fighters gave everything they had and won everyone's applause.

In the air, Li Ang's fingers touched the basketball first and flicked it.

On the importance of men’s length!

The basketball was pushed onto the backboard and hit the net. Li Ang made a tip-in after falling down while saving the ball!

But before the ball was scored, the two people, who had completely lost control of their bodies, accidentally bumped their heads together in the air. This was a head-on fencing duel!

"boom!"

With a loud noise, both beasts covered their heads and fell heavily to the ground.

As soon as he landed, Li Ang felt that his eyes were blurred by hot liquid.

On the other side, Artest wiped his face subconsciously, only to find that his hands were covered in blood!

But he quickly put the blood thing behind him, and immediately stood up, grabbed the basketball with his bloody hands, and stuffed it into the arms of his teammates.

"Fuck! Serve, serve quickly, our chance!"

The only thing he is thinking about now is how to equalize the score as soon as possible.

"We can't lose, we can't lose! While they haven't retreated yet, serve quickly, you bastard!" Artest yelled heartbreakingly. He promised Fraschilli and himself that he would lead the team.

At least make it to the semi-finals.
To be continued...