Beat to Death with a Single Blow!

Mavericks possession.

Kidd brought the ball up. He looked like he was searching for Nowitzki, but instead fed Terry on a backdoor cut, attacking George in the restricted area?!

That was not a wise choice.

Terry was only faking it. He burst out from the left side, curled back to the right high post, and went into a half-turn jumper.

"You're asking to get stuffed!"

George stayed completely with him, chasing after him and soaring high, ready to swat Terry's shot into oblivion.

"Jet"?

He couldn't take off in front of George.

Terry?... He had never intended to shoot. It was all another fake. Just as he rose and was about to release—

He fired a pass in midair to Nowitzki on the low post at the other side.

Chandler rotated over to defend him, but Nowitzki wasn't afraid in the slightest. Catching the ball, he went into a "One-legged shot." Even Chandler's contest could do nothing.

Swish!

It went in again.

Nowitzki seemed ready to go on a rampage.

Su Yan? He remained calm.

He did not care at all. On his own offensive possession, he simply ran his own offense well, drove into the paint, and finished with a double-clutch layup.

Two points.

Easy and effortless.

The Mavericks had no way to stop Su Yan from scoring. All they could do was keep their offense going on the other end.

They could only rely on Nowitzki.

Slap!

At the right side of the top of the key, Nowitzki faced Su Yan. The latter pressed up on him immediately, applying intense defensive pressure.

He put Nowitzki under pressure.

Nowitzki held the basketball high as his body leaned backward. He felt tremendous pressure.

He needed to find a way out.

He forced his way forward, corrected his balance, put the