Death Match Tactics! Failure!

"Clang!"

Kobe held the ball at the top of the key. Seeing Su Yan rush over, he decisively called for a double screen from Artest and Humphries.

Then...

He sidestepped Su Yan and faced George and... Tony Allen.

Kobe's gaze was resolute; he intended to attack.

Yes.

Su Yan would rather face a two-on-one than a one-on-one against Su Yan.

So cowardly?

Kobe was being cowardly right now.

But this was also a sign of his maturity.

As long as he could win, as long as he could win the Championship, he would do whatever it took.

"Bang!"

Kobe violently bumped George and drove to the right low post. He faked a shot, drawing George into the air, and as he turned to attempt a fadeaway, Tony Allen flew in.

It was another pump fake.

Kobe faked out both defenders consecutively, took a step forward, and went up for a layup with a hop-step... a high bank shot, once again evading Chandler's Blocks.

A difficult basket!

The Score difference remained Three-pointer.

But as Su Yan pushed the ball up, he did the same thing, strolling leisurely into the paint for a small scoop layup.

"Swish!"

Another score.

Bynum stood there like a simpleton, not moving at all.

"What are you doing?!"

Kobe was somewhat displeased. "Go up and pressure the defense!"

Bynum scratched his head. "Boss, it's not that I don't want to, it's just... I felt like it was a fake shot, he was trying to trick me into jumping.

I didn't fall for the pump fake.

Who knew he'd go straight for the layup."

Kobe reprimanded, "Then at least extend your hand, provide as much defensive interference as possible, instead of doing nothing.

The opponent has no pressure.

No matter how he attacks, his efficiency is very high!"