Obsessed with Singles, Scalp Tingling!

Obsessed with Isolation, His Scalp Tingling! Joe Johnson was obsessed with isolation plays and simply would not pass the ball. Fundamentally, that was not such a good thing.

Fortunately...

He was accurate enough tonight.

Absurdly accurate—on par with the Black Mamba.

Then everything made sense again.

Joe Johnson converted three Third Chance Points in a row to open the game. He was on fire, and his touch had exploded.

Without Joe Johnson even asking for the ball, Teague decisively fed it to him, letting him attack more while he was hot.

Who knew? He might just take the game away with one explosive run.

During the Hawks' recent six-game winning streak, Joe Johnson had often unleashed a one-man scoring barrage to build the team an advantage large enough to win.

Perhaps... he could do it tonight as well.

"Thud!"

Su Yan refused to let him keep attacking so comfortably. He stepped up and took the initiative to guard Joe Johnson.

Against players who loved isolation, if you could defend them one-on-one, they were basically neutralized.

It was not easy, but it was indeed a strategy.

With Su Yan defending him, they would see what happened.

"Hmph!"

Joe Johnson gave Su Yan a casual glance, utterly unconcerned. He did not take the Current #1 Player seriously at all.

In his eyes, when it came to isolation, he was invincible. He was the strongest.

No matter who his opponent was.

None of them could do anything.

Joe Johnson kept dribbling between his legs, frantically working the ball. His ball-handling was indeed excellent, making it impossible to tell what was real and what was a feint.

"Whoosh!"

Joe Johnson suddenly exploded forward, accelerating down the right side. Su Yan reacted a fraction too slowly and was beaten in a single step.

"No one