Chapter 857 Sudden Elbow

Artest wanted to entangle Li Ba, but Battier wanted to stop him. Due to the difference in tonnage and strength, the effect was not very good, and the former entangled Li Ba.

At this time, Dayao took the opportunity to make a shot and instead of shooting, he gave it to Duncan. The latter singled out Marion under the basket. Marion defended in time, slapped Duncan and grabbed the basketball.

At the time of the transition between offense and defense, Li Ba made a quick move, and Artest wanted to stop him from making a move, but Battier stepped in front of him.

In a hurry, Artest turned around, and with a bang, he swept his right elbow and hit Battier's neck, causing Battier to groan and fall to the floor like a stake.

"oh!"

Many people at the scene exclaimed.

"Beep!"

The whistle blew.

Li Ba stopped, glanced at Battier on the floor, and then at Artest next to him.

Artest glanced at Li Ba expressionlessly, and walked away.

"If you want to leave, it's not that easy!"

At this time, the rest of the Suns immediately surrounded Artest and blocked Artest.

"It's troublesome!" Dayao outside said secretly.

"Go away!"

With a roar, Artest pushed Rondo in front of him with both hands. The latter was too small and flew away in response.

"Ron, calm down." Phil Jackson shouted from the sidelines.

But it was too late, and the remaining Ginobili and Marion blocked it again

But the two had no fighting power, and together they didn't do anything to Artest. Instead, Artest punched Marion down.

Battier was clutching his neck and hadn't gotten up yet. Li Ba was asking about his injury at this time, and when he saw two more fell down, his heart suddenly flared up.

At this time, the referee's whistle sounded urgently.

But Li Ba didn't care anymore, he lost three of his teammates, if he doesn't kill this bastard today, he can retire directly.

Artest beat Marion, and his ferocity had already risen. Seeing that Ginobili was still standing, he was about to end anyway, so he just beat them all down. With a movement of his left arm, he punched him again.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, someone grabbed his left wrist.

"Um?"

He still struggled, but he couldn't escape. The big hand was like an iron claw, grabbing his wrist tightly, and he even felt a raw pain.

He turned his head and looked, it was Li Ba.

"What do you want?" he asked coldly.

Facing the world heavyweight boxing champion, he still didn't dare to make a move easily.

Where is Li Ba in the mood to talk nonsense with Artest? Don't you like to do it, I will help you!

The right hand pinched Artest's left wrist to death, making him unable to break free. He swung his left arm in a circle, and slapped it with a powerful movement of swinging a fist.

"Snapped!"

The loud thumping sound made everyone on the scene feel embarrassed.

Artest's head shook violently. He didn't wear a mouthguard, and a few bloody teeth came out directly.

The whole head was buzzing, the world was spinning, and everything was blurred.

He felt as if the skin on his right cheek had been uncovered, it was numb and hot.

The corner of the right mouth was pulled open by a full centimeter, blood began to flow out, and then the entire right face turned red quickly, and a slap print was clearly visible.

After being whipped once, he could not stand still, and his feet began to shake. If Li Ba hadn't grabbed his left hand, he would have fallen down.

This is the difference between professional and non-professional boxers. Professional boxers practice their necks so that their heads can withstand blows better. No matter how strong a non-professional boxer’s body is, he may faint if his head is hit.

No Lakers player dared to come up, including the boss Kobe, who didn't know what to do.

In the VIP room, the boss of the Suns, Savor, was jumping: "You did this on purpose. You deliberately let a piece of garbage offend Hammer, and then banned him from the game. You are too despicable!"

"This is so unsportsmanlike! We will initiate a lawsuit against the league." Colangelo shook his head and sighed.

Old Bass and Kupchak Khan have both come out. If this is the playoffs, it is possible for them to do this, but in a regular season, the two big brothers, stop joking, you are slandering.

In New York, Stern was very happy, because the ratings of this game reached more than 60 million, but now he stayed.

"Tie Hammer, give me face, forget it?" Dayao shouted loudly behind Li Ba.

Li Ba stopped, looked back at Dayao, his eyes were very cold, Dayao's heart skipped a beat when he looked at him, and he looked away.

Li Ba turned around and said to Artest: "Chop Suey, this is my fourth season in the league. I never bully others, but no one dares to touch my brother. You are good. You elbowed Sean on the neck and fell down." My three brothers..."

"Hoho..."

Artest's whole head felt like it was about to split open, how could he still speak?

"Don't let me see you on the field again."

After Li Ba finished speaking in a cold voice, he let go of Artest with his right hand.

Artest lost his support, his feet swayed, and he fell headfirst to the floor. With a bang, he landed on Li Ba's feet.

"Sorry, Mr. Referee, please give me a second-level flagrant foul." Li Ba turned around and said to the referee.

The referee smiled wryly and with a gesture, Li Ba got his wish.

Li Ba left the stage, and waved to the bewildered girl on the sidelines, motioning to follow him, the latter hurriedly followed, and the two walked towards the entrance passage together.

When passing by the Lakers bench, Li Ba glanced at Phil Jackson, and left a sentence when he passed: "Coach Jackson, what I just said is true, don't let me see him again."

Phil Jackson twitched his face, looked at Artest who was helped down by Duncan and Dayao, shook his head slightly, and sighed secretly, who is wrong with your elbow, what is wrong with your elbow, the person who wants to elbow a hammer, Why are you out of your mind for such a vital point as the elbow and neck?

To be honest, he didn't arrange for Artest to do this. This is Popovich's style, not his style.

"Send it to the hospital."

With a wave of his hand, he called two substitute players and asked them to send Artest away.

Li Ba took the girl back to the dressing room.

"Big hammer, what should we do now?" the girl asked with some concern.

"Suspension, fine, what else can I do? Don't worry, it's a small matter." Li Ba laughed.

"Where's the media?" The girl was still worried.

"What about them, do I care about them?" Li Ba said indifferently.

He can imagine that, let alone the United States, many domestic media will definitely jump out.

He took a shower, then left the arena with the girl first, and went to the hospital to see Battier.

"Shawn, how's your neck?"

When we arrived at the hospital, Shane Battier had already been checked, Li Ba asked.

"The hearing here is a little affected. There is a fracture in the neck bone, and then the muscle is sprained. The doctor said that he must rest for a month and wear a neck brace." Battier laughed.

"What the hell, take it easy!"

Li Ba felt a little bit regretful that he had dealt lightly with Artest.

Just as he was talking, the nurse came in with a Bai Jin.

When Li Ba then sent Battier back to the hotel, the team just returned to the hotel and lost the game.

"It's okay, we'll kill them after the end of the game. In short, this season, we're going to let the Lakers go to nothing." Li Ba encouraged his teammates.