NBA: Max-Level Three-Pointer, I Just Want to Grind Money
Chapter 833

Logo Three-Pointer in the Face: Kill the Game!

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George did not hesitate at all. He passed the ball out first, sending it to Curry at the top of the key on the other side.

Su Yan was directly trapped by three defenders, and Paul's defense on Curry also made things difficult for Curry.

Twenty seconds remained, ticking away.

Curry decisively swung the ball again, sending it to George, who had curled out from under the basket.

He caught the ball at the right side of the top of the key, facing Artest's defense.

George quickly read the situation and knew he had to take this possession himself.

He did not hesitate. Staring at Artest in front of him, he calmed himself and focused on attacking.

A rhythmic between-the-legs crossover in advance, dribbling like butterflies weaving through flowers, left everyone dazzled.

He knew he was facing former DPOY-level defense, but at this moment, he felt no fear at all. Instead, he was brimming with confidence.

During the rhythm crossover, he read Artest's weight shifting left and decisively lowered his center of gravity before accelerating to the right.

Artest reacted quickly as well. He hurriedly turned sideways to chase him, and George had been waiting for this opportunity.

While accelerating, he deliberately crashed into Artest as Artest slid laterally and shifted his balance, a heavy collision, then instantly stopped and pulled the ball back between his legs.

Artest had already been moving downward and was hit by George's collision.

He wanted to push back up and defend again, but that required even more extreme reaction speed and athletic ability.

He wanted to do it. His mind knew he needed to, but his body, no longer in its prime, could not support it.

When he forcibly tried to defend, his upper body moved first while his lower body had yet to

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