Jordan: I thought he was there to help me!

Chapter 657 The craziest brawl in Christmas history!

Kobe and McGrady would immediately set a screen, with McGrady quickly driving towards the paint. With his explosiveness and finishing ability, the Knicks' defense was immediately thrown into disarray.

Kobe, who had the ball, did not follow McGrady in pressing towards the inside. Instead, he quickly retreated and pulled back to the three-point line. After this back-and-forth movement between the two top scorers, the Knicks' already weak defense became even more vulnerable!

Just as Barnes finally got back into defensive position and was about to double-team Kobe again, Kobe suddenly accelerated again. In the blink of an eye, he flashed past Barnes and charged into the paint.

McGrady, who had just cut inside, also retreated quickly at this moment, drawing the Knicks' defense, which he had just compressed to its limit, out again.

While Anthony, Stoudemire, and others were struggling to decide who to defend and whether to collapse the defense or extend it outwards, the Lakers had already completed their offensive play.

Kobe drove to the basket and lobbed the ball high to Bynum, who was following up on the other side. Bynum jumped up, caught the ball with both hands in mid-air, and then slammed it down towards the basket!

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the Lakers took a one-point lead!

117: 116!

After being dominated by the Knicks for several minutes, the Lakers finally regained the lead!

Although Bynum scored the basket, 90% of the credit should go to Kobe and McGrady for setting the screen and stretching the Knicks' defensive formation.

Although neither of them made a move, their ability to disrupt the opponent's defense was absolutely top-tier in the league.

With 1 minute and 40 seconds left, Lin Tian brought the ball to the frontcourt again. Facing Kobe who was charging towards him once more, Lin Tian didn't waste any words with him this time. He made a sudden stop and then accelerated, completing the breakthrough in the blink of an eye and leaving Kobe behind.

Immediately afterward, Lin Tian showed no sign of slowing down or stopping. He exerted force with his feet again and rushed past the free throw line in the blink of an eye, heading straight for the basket. As usual, Lin Tian completely ignored Bynum's help defense, leaping high and holding the ball high in one hand.

"Bang!"

Lin Tian's chest made contact with Bynum's chest first, but just as Lin Tian was about to slam the ball into the basket and dunk to warm up the crowd, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ribs!

This sudden attack caught Lin Tian off guard. Even he couldn't control the basketball, and his body wobbled and lost his balance in the air before crashing to the floor.

"Fuck you, you black bastard!" Just as Lin Tian fell to the floor, before he even had a chance to check if he was hurt, a roar rang in his ears.

The one who roared was Little S, who had just been standing next to Lin Tian and Bynum. He had obviously seen everything, which was why he was instantly enraged. He took a step forward and shoved Bynum in the neck.

"Look what you're doing!"

Stoudemire's shove was fierce and forceful, sending Bynum staggering back 3-4 steps before he finally regained his footing.

But this is clearly not the end.

The guy had barely regained his footing when he felt a wave of dizziness. He felt as if his head had been hit by a rocket, and suddenly everything went black. He swayed from side to side and then lost his balance, falling flat on his backside onto the floor.

Anthony!

Seizing the opportunity, the guy attacked from the side and delivered two consecutive punches to Bynum's head.

And then?

Anthony has run away!

While assuming a boxing stance, he jumped backward, quickly widening the distance between them.

What a brilliant strategy of fighting and retreating!

Lin Tian had already stood up from the floor. He was fine, except for a slight pain in his stomach. Most likely, Bynum had given him a powerful elbow strike while he was in the air, flipping him over.

Great!

They forgot that the Lakers have such a dirty guy on the team.

Just as Lin Tian was marveling at Anthony's impressive boxing and footwork, Bynum, who had just tried to get up from the floor, was lying on the floor again, this time Barnes.

This guy from the bottom of society lunged forward and landed squarely on Bynum, while simultaneously unleashing a flurry of punches on Bynum with both hands.

Barnes is now venting his anger and resentment.

He knows very well why he can be a starter: he's ruthless, fearless, and crazy enough.

One of his tasks as a starter is to be the first to make a move when the opportunity arises.

But this time, because he got entangled with Kobe, he couldn't rush over first and ended up in third place.

What a disgrace!

Fight! We have to kill this bastard who suddenly attacked and prevented me from getting to the scene immediately!

It wasn't until then, after three Knicks players took turns attacking Bynum, that the referees and Lakers players finally reacted.

Break up the fight! Break up the fight immediately!

Kobe was the fastest to charge this time.

This guy, who's terrible at fighting, never feels the slightest bit afraid or apprehensive about fighting. He's always at the forefront, and of course, once a fight starts, he's always the first one to be taken down.

But he was fearless and passionate about it.

Along with Kobe, the rest of the Lakers players and three referees rushed to Barnes' side to break up the fight. They tried to pull Barnes off Bynum while yelling and shouting, hoping Barnes would calm down.

"Calm down! All of you, calm down! Look at the situation before you speak! Look at the situation before you speak!" Old Nelson cursed. "If we have the upper hand, you'd better stand still!"

"But if those Los Angeles bastards dare to fight back, then you all better rush over there and kill them! Get it?"

Old Nelson was quite satisfied with his players, who, despite their impulsiveness, were incredibly obedient. These lads were indeed quite good!

Whether it was Smith, who was usually incredibly impulsive, or Sweetney, who was usually quite irritable, they were both unusually well-behaved at this moment.

The only one who was a bit unusual, with a fighting spirit on his face and wanting to rush up and fight the Lakers to the death, and only stopped by Hill and Houston holding him back, was actually Gerald Wallace, who is usually quite honest and quiet and doesn't talk much.

"What are you doing, Gerald?" Old Nelson frowned. He really hadn't expected that the most disobedient and uncontrollable kid tonight would be this kid.

"I want to punch him! I don't know why, I just want to punch him!" Wallace didn't hide anything. The blow Bynum had given Lin Tian had made his ribs ache. He felt like he couldn't breathe, like a piece of his lung was missing.

"Then go ahead." Old Nelson nodded, signaling Houston and Hill to release the man. "You rarely want to take action, so go ahead!"

"what?"

Don Nelson's words truly stunned the entire Knicks bench.

Wallace himself was also dumbfounded.

They had never heard such a suggestion in their lives!

What head coach would let their players beat up opposing players?

Well... okay, a lot of coaches do this kind of thing.

For example, cunning players like Riley, Popovich, and Chuck Daly would often have their players deliberately stir up trouble and cause disturbances.

But damn it, what coach would send his players to fight when his own players are dominating the opposing team and completely overpowering them?

Are they afraid that the referees will suspend too few players and contribute too few fines to the league?

This is unheard of!

This includes Grant Hill, who played with Chuck Daly, the father of the Bad Boys, as well as Houston and Ward, both of whom witnessed Pat Riley's methods firsthand.

But they said they had never seen Nelson's attitude tonight before.

"Are you going or not? If you don't go, your anger will subside in a while, and then it will be harder to make a move." Old Nelson yawned casually, implying that if you missed this opportunity, it was hard to say when the next one would be.

"Coach, should I really... go and punch him a couple of times?" Wallace couldn't believe his ears, and he looked at old Nelson with suspicion.

I must have misheard; I must be hallucinating because I'm too angry.

How could our head coach possibly send me into a fight? Especially under these circumstances?

"Just go when I tell you to, stop talking nonsense! I'll count to three, and if you don't rush out, don't ever tell me you want to fight or that you don't like anyone."

While Wallace was still doubting himself, old Nelson had already started counting down on his fingers, as if he wouldn't wait any longer.

"Wow!"

Now that things have come to this point, how could Wallace possibly refuse?

Before he could finish speaking, the guy, filled with a rage that seemed to come from nowhere, charged at Bynum.

However, after this short delay, the situation on the field has changed again.

After all, it's a fighting arena, and the situation on the field can change in an instant!

Anthony had already completed his first disengagement and circled back to the heart of the battle. Then, he suddenly punched Cook, who rushed over to help, before retreating rapidly once more. After delivering a single blow, he vanished into thin air.

After that shove, Stoudemire started shoving Kobe, or rather, he pushed Kobe all the way to the baseline, all the while cursing and spewing all sorts of profanities at Kobe.

Poor Kobe, a superstar of his generation, was almost powerless against Stoudemire's wild punches.

As for Okur, he grabbed McGrady's arms with both hands and shouted from behind McGrady, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Stop fighting! It's Christmas!"

But the look in this guy's eyes wasn't just a hint; it was an explicit declaration.

"Get him, Lin, get him!"

Lin Tian simply rolled his eyes at Oku's blatant and undisguised bias, a trait he clearly inherited from Barkley, and ignored him.

How shameful! When I, Lord Lin, get into a fight, do you have to take my side before I even lift a finger?

No fighting, no fighting, no fighting.

Lin Tian glanced around and looked at the Lakers' bench.

He wanted to see if anyone dared to step forward and challenge him.

No.

Not a single one!

The entire Lakers bench, no matter how tough or fierce they usually are, is sitting obediently right now.

Kirilenko, who was sitting behind the bench in a formal suit, stood up, cursing and swearing, and tried to come over to help.

Unfortunately, the guy still had a cast on his leg, so he could only walk forward with crutches. He was slow, clumsy, and unable to change direction to avoid the quick-reacting assistant coaches.

Brother, please stop using your supernatural powers!

What if your other leg gets broken too? We're still waiting for you to come back and save the team, to anchor our defensive system!

After Kirilenko was stopped, no one on the Lakers' bench dared to stand up and bare their teeth, especially after Lin Qi took a few steps toward them menacingly, no one dared to make any move.

As for the Lakers players on the court?

Who could possibly fight back?

They were being pinned down and beaten, or being grabbed and held tightly; no one could mount an effective counterattack.

"Gerrard, what are you doing up here? We've already got the situation under control." Just then, Lin Tian turned his head and saw Wallace rushing towards the battlefield. Lin Tian curled his lips. Given the situation tonight, all four starters on the team would definitely be suspended.

Nine times out of ten, you, Wallace, will be a starter soon, so why are you coming over now?

Lin Tian didn't understand; this guy wasn't an impulsive person!

Oku, however, disregarded any sense of rationality or impulsiveness, and instead excitedly shouted, "Gerald, don't come! Don't come here! Don't hit anyone! Tracy didn't do anything!"

This guy is starting to subtly hint and frantically try to take sides again.

After all, if you don't physically assault anyone, what kind of bias am I taking?

Wouldn't that really turn into trying to break up a fight?

This is not what I, Oku, wanted!

Unfortunately, Wallace ignored Okur and McGrady, ignored Lin Tianchong's greeting, and rushed straight towards Bynum.

At this moment, Bynum had just managed to break free from Barnes with the help of the referee and barely managed to lift his upper body to sit on the floor.

He had been punched countless times by three men, and now his brow bone was broken, his nose was bleeding, blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, and there were several bruises on his face. He had clearly suffered a great loss.

He was still dazed; he had even forgotten why he had been beaten up.

Then, Wallace arrived at the battlefield.

"Fuck you, you damn black bastard!" After his signature swear word, Wallace pounced again, pinning Bynum to the floor and throwing a few more punches.

Then, Bynum's other eye socket burst, and blood started flowing from both corners of his eyes. It was a truly pitiful sight!

"FUXX!!! FUXX!!! FUXX!!!" The referee had gone completely mad!

They don't understand what's wrong with the Knicks players!

The situation was under control, and you guys had already beaten people up like this, and you still had the hell to finish them off?

What a deep grudge!

Crazy! These New Yorkers are a fucking bunch of lunatics! They're all crazy!

The three referees had to release Barnes, who had just been pulled away, and then rushed towards Wallace again to try to pull him up.

Barnes stood there cursing, not because he didn't want to move, but because he couldn't find an opponent.

McGrady was grabbed by Okur, Kobe was pinned to the basketball hoop by Stoudemire and berated, Vujacic frantically tried to squeeze between the two to rescue Kobe, Cook was still sitting on the floor after being punched by Anthony, and Bynum was tackled to the ground again.

The five Lakers players involved were either trying to break up the fight or getting beaten up.

Barnes, that guy, he's got guts!

With the outcome already decided and his teammates having taken care of everything, leaving him only to finish off enemies, he was too lazy to participate.

That's not my style!

"Fuck you! Lin, say something! Stop them! Isn't this farce enough?! Haven't you fucking caused enough trouble yet?"

At this point, the referees really couldn't hold back anymore!

The three referees had completely lost control of the situation. Who knows what Wallace was up to tonight? He was just relentlessly targeting Bynum, and the referees just couldn't pull him away.

Left with no other option, the referee had to ask Lin Tian for help.

"Memet, let go, that's enough, Tracy's calm! Amare, you get back here too! And Melo, stop fucking spinning around, are you jungling? Come back! Gerrard, Gerrard, stand up, that's enough, stand up!"

Lin Tian's words caused the situation on the court to change dramatically once again.

Anthony, who had already circled around to Stoudemire's side to deliver a finishing punch to Vujacic, obediently returned to Lin Tian's side. Stoudemire also hurled another harsh remark at Kobe before swaying and turning away. Okur obediently released McGrady.

Even Wallace, who seemed the most reckless, let go of Bynum after punching him again and stood up with the referee.

Six Knicks players stood together again.

As for the Lakers...

Cook, having confirmed it was safe, finally dared to get up from the floor to check on Bynum's condition. McGrady, cursing, spread his hands and protested to the referee.

As for Kobe, he was clearly not convinced and was still pointing his finger at Stoudemire, cursing him and demanding that Stoudemire come back and fight him for another 300 rounds. Vujacic, on the other hand, hugged Kobe tightly.

Brother, please don't go looking for another beating, okay?

I almost got smothered by Anthony's punch while trying to break up the fight, and you're going to go and get beaten up again?

But in any case, the situation on the field stabilized, and everyone calmed down.

Hmm... maybe except for the fans at the stadium.

The fans at the scene were still in a frenzy of celebration; they were extremely excited!

They've never seen such a thrilling brawl live before!

What a resounding victory!

Wait, something's not right!

They had witnessed a similar fight once before.

That was about 10 years ago...

Lin Tian single-handedly overpowered Ewing, Oakley, Ward, Mason, and others, beating them all up and single-handedly subduing the entire Knicks team...

Forget it.

There's no need to recall things that are too far in the past.

Live in the moment!

What does it mean to win by overwhelming force? What does it mean to beat your opponent mercilessly?

What do you mean you fell down before I even exerted my strength?

Our top combat power, Lord Lin, hasn't even made a move yet!

You bunch of Lakers trash, do you still dare to bare your teeth at us?

Tonight, I'll teach you a lesson!

The fans in the stadium erupted in excited and wild cheers!

For them, the outcome of this match is no longer important.

The important thing now is that the Knicks were completely unharmed and, without a scratch, thrashed the Lakers' entire starting five!

Crush them!

happy!

excited!

happy!

This joy is almost comparable to when the team won the championship last season!

After all, there are champions every year, but this kind of overwhelming real-person showdown is something you might not see even once in 10 years! (End of Chapter)