"Thud!"
The severe collision made the gigantic Shaquille O'Neal tumble backward, and Paul Pierce's weight was no small matter, especially when he was gaining momentum.
But the force of the impact was mutual, and in the air, Pierce completely lost his balance, throwing the ball towards the basket haphazardly, without any accuracy at all.
What was more desperate was that, at the moment Pierce collided with Shaq, the referee's whistle also sounded.
He was called for his sixth foul!
O'Neal fell, and Pierce just happened to sit on O'Neal's chest.
Shaq, brimming with smugness, pushed Pierce away, "Goodbye, idiot! Don't hold it in, just let it go!"
After the intense confrontation, Pierce couldn't take it anymore.
He had always thought he could endure 13 stabs and survive any difficulty.
He was wrong.
Enduring 13 stabs did not necessarily mean one could endure the urge to defecate while playing basketball.
Such things are unbearable once they reach the buttocks, even for gods.
