Chapter 46: Single Duel or Gang Fight
He Zhongqiu broke the backboard and knocked down the basketball hoop, and the anger in his heart disappeared. Although he had just been ambushed, he did not plan to get back at them, so he considered it a draw.

"Oh!"

The next moment, a fist came from the right and hit his right face, causing him to stagger.

"Go to hell!"

Artest roared and rushed forward again, smashing his right elbow down and hitting He Zhongqiu's head with extremely fierce force.

If this elbow hits, he is confident that he can make this damn rookie faint directly, need dozens of stitches, or even cause a concussion.

"Oh!"

He Zhongqiu was hit by an elbow above his right ear, and Artest knocked him to the ground with another elbow.

"Beep beep..."

The referee's whistle blew continuously, but he didn't dare to rush forward, because Artest was serious and he couldn't afford to be hit by an elbow, so he shouted towards the player channel: "Security! Security..."

After hearing this, several burly security guards came out calmly. They were all locals and of course supported the Pacers. Moreover, the Pacers' basketball hoops had been knocked down, and they all hated He Zhongqiu very much. Now that He Zhongqiu was beaten, they were very happy, so they were not in a hurry at all.

Zhou Biao and Lin Cheng behind the baseline were anxious and stood up and shouted loudly: "Mid-Autumn Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival..."

"Crack, click, click..."

Other reporters were excitedly pressing their shutter buttons to record everything that happened.

"Damn it, stop him!" Tang Cheney jumped up anxiously.

"Who dares?"

Artest, full of murderous intent, pointed at Alan Houston and the other four madmen, and with just one sentence, he frightened the four of them.

The madman looked at Alan Houston, the team leader. As long as Houston dared to take action, he would definitely follow.

Unfortunately, the CIC King was not so iron-blooded and did not know how to fight. In addition, he was still dissatisfied with He Zhongqiu in his heart, so he took a step back.

"Back off, this is a matter between Ron and that rookie. It has nothing to do with you and me."

Reggie Miller, O'Neal Jr. and others stood in front of the mid-range shooting king and others. The mid-range shooting king and others looked at each other, not knowing what to do, and looked towards the bench.

"Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Philip shouted anxiously.

"Is this the NBA? It's a really great place." He Zhongqiu cursed as he got up.

"what?"

After Artest shouted away the mid-range shooter and others, he looked back and saw that the rookie who was knocked down by his elbow was actually standing up, and there was no blood on his head.

In a rage, he decided to go all out. He was going to be sent off anyway, so he actually raised his fist at He Zhongqiu again.

He Zhongqiu stood up straight, his eyes were a little red, his hands were like eagle claws, the blood and energy in his body were surging.

"No, I can't use Eagle Claw. Otherwise, what if I kill someone?"

"Seal the Eagle Claw Technique."

"Iron Shirt is fully on."

"Full-strike Turtle Fist."

But he had not completely lost his sanity. After all, it had been several years since he stopped being a gangster. He did not want to go to jail again, so he immediately dispersed his claw strength.

"Fuck, I can beat you with my turtle punch."

The eagle claws clenched into fists, and the next moment, when Artest's fist was about to hit him, he punched Artest's nose with a faster striking speed.

The powerful force and explosive power instantly broke Ron Artest's nose bridge, and his face was covered in blood.

"what!"

Artest screamed and fell backwards like a log being felled by a lumberjack.

He Zhongqiu grabbed Artest's right shoulder with his left hand and clasped his five fingers to prevent him from falling, and then punched him in the abdomen again.

"Bang!" With one punch, Artest instantly turned into a shrimp, and the freshest shrimp at that. His body bent into a ball and he knelt directly at He Zhongqiu's feet.

"Good fight!"

Zhou Biao Lincheng shouted excitedly.

"Damn it, let's go."

When Reggie Miller saw Artest being beaten in return, he got so angry that he started yelling and led the others to rush over.

At this moment, the Pacers' bench became chaotic and many players rushed onto the court.

"Don't go in there. Damn it..."

It was too late for Isaiah Thomas to stop the substitutes from entering the court. He knew he was in trouble. There were only three players left on the bench. How would he play the game afterwards?
On the Knicks side, He Zhongqiu's strong counterattack inspired their courage. Many substitute players also rushed in. Only two or three people were left. The others left the court. Don Cheney and others were powerless to stop them.

"Oh!"

He Zhongqiu's third punch hit Artest's mouth.

With one punch, countless teeth were knocked out and Artest's eyeballs were almost popped out.

"Oh!"

He raised his left knee again and hit Artest's right chest. There was a loud crack and he broke many ribs.

"Oh, Artest is done!"

"Why is the beast so weak?"

Reporters and countless fans on the sidelines were very surprised to see Artest being beaten without any chance of fighting back.

At this time, O'Neal Jr. rushed to his side and punched him.

He Zhongqiu let go of Artest, dodged to the side to avoid the punch, swung his left arm, and slapped O'Neal in the face.

He has reached the master level of Eagle Claw Kung Fu. With his internal and external training, his hands have become as tough as iron. A hit to the face is no different from a brick.

"Snapped!"

With a loud thumping sound, Xiao Ao screamed out in pain and was whipped out, with seven or eight bloody teeth falling to the ground, including several back molars.

"Snapped!"

He Zhongqiu slapped Artest again with his backhand, and the few remaining teeth of Artest were pulled out again. He fell to the ground like a dead person, motionless and unconscious.

"Damn it! Come on, all of you!"

Reggie Miller was so excited that when he saw O'Neal fall down, he still rushed up shouting.

"Snapped!"

He Zhongqiu was addicted to slapping people, so he slapped him again.

His strength and explosive power were too great, and Reggie Miller had no chance to block him. As soon as he rushed over, he was slapped in the face and knocked to the ground.

The moment he was hit by the palm, he felt like he was shot. His whole head buzzed and he immediately lost his sense of direction. The entire right side of his face seemed to be burning and was red and hot. After holding on for a second, he fainted.

"Boss? Come on, everyone!"

Brad Miller roared and rushed forward.

He Zhongqiu slapped him in the face. Brad Miller was actually a martial artist, and he raised his arm to block it skillfully. However, He Zhongqiu's left hand slapped him again, and this time he failed to block it. He was knocked to the ground, and he couldn't hold on and immediately lost consciousness.

"Don't worry about the others, deal with the rookie first."

Jamal Tinsley, who has a fierce temperament, greeted the rest of his teammates.

Next, to the astonishment of all the fans and the entire state of Indiana, the entire Pacers team started to challenge He Zhongqiu alone, or rather, He Zhongqiu started to beat up all the Pacers players.

The Knicks players did rush forward, but some Pacers players blocked them outside. In addition, the leader Alan Houston didn't want to fight at all and shrank to the back. The other Pacers players took the opportunity to besiege He Zhongqiu.

(End of this chapter)