He was baring his fangs and claws like an enraged beast, and every movement was carried out with mad power.
He set his sights on Yin Yue, like a paranoid hunter, with only this one target in his eyes, wanting to dunk the basketball over Yin Yue's head to wash away the shame of being blocked so many times.
There was anger burning in his eyes, and that anger almost set the entire arena on fire.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard Jason Thibo tried, Silver Moon was able to cleverly resolve his dunks every time.
Silver Moon is like an indestructible shield, always accurately blocking Jason Thibaud's offensive route.
And every successful block brought the ball to the Dream Team. The players of the Dream Team seized these opportunities and launched counterattacks like nimble cheetahs, sending the basketball into the opponent's basket time and time again and successfully scoring.
This series of wonderful performances made the morale of the Dream Team soar like a rocket and made the audience fascinated.
At this moment, Jason Siber's dark face turned red, like a red-hot iron, with an almost dangerous color.
The overwhelming rage rolled in his chest like surging waves, and the rage was almost making him lose his mind.
His whole body was trembling slightly, and every muscle seemed to be telling of his inner rage. His fists were clenched tightly, and those clenched fists were as hard as rocks, as if he was ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.
His eyes were already bloodshot, and those bloodshot were like hideous spider webs. He stared at Yin Yue intently, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be able to devour Yin Yue in an instant.
He is like a volcano about to erupt. Once the pent-up energy is released, the consequences will be disastrous.
His heart was filled with shame, shame, shame, huge shame.
He roared in his heart over and over again, he couldn't accept this reality.
He, Jason Thibaud, possesses enviable physique and strength. In his world, he has always been a strong man.
However, now he was blocked again and again by an oriental monkey who was not as strong or tall as him and whom he looked down upon.
This gap was like a sharp blade, which severely hurt his self-esteem and shattered his pride.
He looked extremely terrifying, and the aura he exuded was like a tangible pressure that made people afraid to approach him.
The air around him seemed to be ignited by his anger, forming an invisible barrier.
However, the Dream Team seemed unaffected by Jason Thibaud's sharp gaze. The players were chatting and laughing with each other, as if they were in another relaxed world.
"It looks like that guy is about to be pissed off by you!"
Kise said with a gloating smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief, like a child who saw a funny picture.
Qingfeng said with a proud look on his face.
"Just a guy without a brain."
His tone was full of disdain.
However, Murasakibara directly poured cold water on Qingfeng.
"Qingzai's brain isn't very smart!"
There was a hint of teasing in his slow tone.
Qingfeng's face darkened and he said in a very unhappy tone.
"You are the one!"
Yin Yue sighed helplessly, then looked at the people in Jabberwock and said.
"This is only temporary. That guy is incredibly strong, and my [Lin] is almost at its limit."
beep……
A sharp whistle sounded, and the sound was like a sharp arrow, instantly piercing through the tense and intense atmosphere of the stadium.
Jabberwock requests a timeout.
This decision broke the rhythm of the game and allowed the audience to temporarily relieve themselves from the tense mood of watching the game.
This is Jabberwock's first timeout.
This pause has special significance for this team.
If possible, Nash really didn't want to call a timeout.
In his mind, a timeout is like a helpless compromise and an acknowledgment of his failure to control the rhythm of the game.
He hopes that the team can adjust itself during the course of the game and maintain its unstoppable offensive momentum.
But now Jason Thibo's mood is a big problem. His anger, like a raging fire, has seriously affected the state of the entire team.
If this problem is not resolved, we will be led by the opponent in the subsequent games.
Jason Thibaud is like a bomb that could explode at any time, potentially harming not only himself but the entire team.
Nash knew very well that he had to find a way to calm Jason Thibo down during this timeout and help the team regain the rhythm and direction of the game.
His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, and it seemed as if water could drip out of it, yet he was extremely calm, so calm that it was a little scary.
He exuded an aura that kept strangers away, like an icy iceberg, emitting a biting chill that made the air around him seem to freeze.
His sharp eyes flashed with a faint cold light, like a wolf's eyes flickering in the darkness. Every glance was like a sharp blade, which made people shudder.
He just walked off the court, with an invisible pressure in every step.
The other Jabberwock players followed behind him, their expressions tense and reserved.
After seeing Nash's appearance, they didn't even dare to breathe, as if any slight sound would anger Nash.
They were like a group of children waiting to be scolded after making mistakes. They lowered their heads, walked lightly, and followed Nash silently to the rest area.
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