Chapter 844: Chapter 844

Lin Chen gathered several key players and said, "We need to focus on defense in the second half."

"Why do we need to defend? We did great playing a fast-paced game in the first half!" Zhao Ying asked in confusion.

The other players also looked puzzled. At a time when the team's morale was high, they should be closing the score gap and even overtaking the opponent, yet Lin Chen chose to defend.

Lin Chen smiled lightly: "Do you think the Dongli women's basketball team has shown their true capability? Their secret weapon has not been used yet. If I'm not mistaken, she will definitely show up in the second half."

Remember, everyone's task is to defend and try to keep the score difference within about ten points.

As the game began, sure enough, the Zhongjiang women's basketball team put on a new player at the start.

This player was absolutely at the level of a man, standing at roughly 1.87 meters tall, with a very burly figure.

Just her presence on the court was enough to send shivers down the spine.

This player was named Li Danhong, the secret weapon of the Dongli women's basketball team.

Originally, the Dongli women's basketball team did not want to reveal this secret weapon in the preliminaries, but the Zhongjiang women's basketball team played too well and put pressure on them.

To be on the safe side, the coach of the Dongli women's basketball team still decided to deploy Li Danhong, the secret weapon they originally wanted to reserve for the national competition, the little tank Li Danhong.

Zhao Ying looked at Lin Chen with a bit of shock. This guy was like a prophet; he actually guessed it right.

The game started, and under the lead of Li Danhong, the Dongli women's basketball team indeed began an aggressive offense.

Especially Li Danhong, who relied on her height and strength, kept attacking the backline of the Zhongjiang women's basketball team. In no time, the score was stretched to 30-40.

At this point, Lin Chen made a decision that surprised everyone, subbing out Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying's face was filled with unwillingness when she was substituted.

"They're at the peak of their offense, why are you taking me out?" Zhao Ying questioned discontentedly.

Lin Chen smiled faintly: "I saw you were tired, just giving you a massage."

"Massage? I don't need it, put me back in the game." Zhao Ying said anxiously.

After Zhao Ying was subbed out, the Zhongjiang women's basketball team seemed even less able to resist, and now the score had become 30-44, with the gap widening continuously.

Lin Chen's gaze turned cold as he said: "If you want to win the game, sit down obediently."

Seeing Lin Chen's stern eyes, Zhao Ying actually sat down quietly on the chair.

Lin Chen placed his hand on Zhao Ying's leg.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Ying's cheeks reddened upon seeing Lin Chen's movement.

Without a word, Lin Chen gently tapped a few acupoints on Zhao Ying's knees and ankles.

Zhao Ying felt a warm current flow from Lin Chen's palm into her body through the acupoints.

Suddenly, Zhao Ying felt her legs were filled with inexhaustible energy, which was an utterly miraculous sensation.

Feeling the change in her body, Zhao Ying's face showed a look of shock.

Lin Chen made a shushing gesture, telling her not to make a fuss.

After that, Lin Chen tapped a few more of Zhao Ying's acupoints, and after a session of massage by Lin Chen, Zhao Ying felt her strength had fully recovered, excelling in both power and agility.

After briefly massaging Zhao Ying, Lin Chen then said, "You can go back in now."

At this point, the score had been stretched to 32-50, with an 18-point difference between the two teams.

Zhao Ying stood up, feeling as if all the fatigue had vanished without a trace, and even felt an endless surge of strength throughout her body.

Back on the court, Zhao Ying quickly encountered a one-on-one opportunity with Li Danhong.

"Don't fear her, power through her." Just as Zhao Ying was about to pass the ball, the sound of Lin Chen's voice suddenly rang in her ear.

"Power through her?" Hearing Lin Chen's command, Zhao Ying felt somewhat hesitant.

Everyone knew this woman was like a small tank; the reason the Zhongjiang women's basketball team's defense had been shattered was precisely because of her.

However, Zhao Ying now has complete faith in Lin Chen's words.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ying, ball in hand, charged directly at Li Danhong to everyone's surprise.

Seeing Zhao Ying heading straight for her, Li Danhong's face showed a scornful expression.

The sight of Zhao Ying seeking out Li Danhong elicited gasps of shock from the audience.

Although Zhao Ying was not short, her frame was very slender, whereas Li Danhong appeared like a colossal giant in front of her.

Moreover, Li Danhong played extremely aggressively, recklessly bumping into others and often knocking them off their feet.

All spectators held their breath, anxiously watching the collision between the two, worried that Zhao Ying would be sent flying by Li Danhong.

"You dare to challenge me? You're simply courting death," Li Danhong said coldly, fixing her gaze on Zhao Ying.

"Who's courting death is not yet certain!" Zhao Ying's eyes showed a touch of determination.

For some reason, Zhao Ying felt an inexhaustible supply of strength, confident that even if she collided with Li Danhong, she would prevail.

Indeed, Li Danhong had no finesse to speak of and charged straight at Zhao Ying.

Seeing Li Danhong's robust figure slamming into Zhao Ying, an outcry rose from the audience.

Many even feared that Zhao Ying would be knocked down directly.

However, to everyone's amazement, Zhao Ying stood firm like a rock against Li Danhong's charge, unmoving.

Li Danhong, on the other hand, was repelled a few steps by the recoil.

Seizing the moment, Zhao Ying scored effortlessly with a beautiful jump shot.

Watching Zhao Ying celebrate the score, Li Danhong's face revealed a look of astonishment.

How is it possible? Li Danhong had exerted all her strength to intimidate the Zhongjiang women's basketball team just now.

In her mind, even this clash could have forced Zhao Ying off the court.

Yet, not only did Zhao Ying suffer no harm, but Li Danhong herself was pushed back, allowing the opponent to score.

"This brat is somewhat skilled," Li Danhong gritted her teeth, her eyes swirling with fighting spirit.

The Dongli women's basketball team inbounded the ball and quickly attacked the basket of the Zhongjiang women's team.

A player took a shot that didn't go in, and the ball bounced high off the rim.

At that moment, a towering figure leaped mightily into the air.

Under the basket, she was the undisputed queen of rebounds, monopolizing every rebound since she entered the game.

Li Danhong stretched out her hand confidently towards the ball coming down from the sky.

Right then, a hand shot out, snatching the basketball before she could.

"Someone actually jumped higher than me; how is that even possible!" Li Danhong was immediately stunned.

Seeing the figure that stole the ball, Li Danhong's face turned grim.

In mid-air, Li Danhong's eyes were fierce as she lunged violently at Zhao Ying.

This was a malicious foul; losing balance in mid-air could easily result in falling and causing a sprained ankle or other injuries.

As the two collided in mid-air, an outcry once again erupted from the court.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, a figure fell hard onto the ground.