107: Unstoppable! A miracle has been declared!

He’s going to shoot again?!

This question only existed in the minds of everyone present for 0.01 seconds.

Because, in the desperate eyes of Kawhi Leonard and Danny Green, the basketball had already vanished.

Lin Feng's release was even faster than the previous shot!

There was no pause at the peak of his jump.

There was no process of adjusting his center of gravity.

The moment his feet left the ground, his wrist had already completed all the work.

That motion was less of a shot and more of an instinctive release!

Before the encirclement formed by the two elite defenders could fully close, the basketball had already soared into the sky.

Once again, it traced an absurdly high arc that seemed to challenge the laws of gravity.

The entire Staples Center fell into an eerie silence once more.

Everyone tilted their heads back.

Watching that orange ball fly through the air in solitude.

On the sidelines.

Gregg Popovich, who had just half-risen from his seat, froze completely.

His eyes were fixed deathly on that rainbow.

His brain, at this moment, stopped thinking.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

This had completely exceeded his understanding of the sport of basketball.

*Swish!*

The sound was still just as crisp.

Still just as pleasant to the ears.

And still just as scalp-tingling!

The basketball, for the third time, passed through the exact center of the net!

6:2!

If the first shot carried a hint of luck,

Then this second shot was the proclamation of a miracle!

"Roar—!!!"

After two long seconds of dead silence, the Staples Center went completely wild!

A landslide and tsunami of cheers, mixed with the incredulous screams of countless people, nearly blew the roof off the arena!

"It's in! It's in again! Oh my god! He made it again!"

At the commentary desk, Kenny Smith clutched his head and let out a roar of pained excitement!

"A double-team! From just past half-court! This isn't a shot! This is making a wish to God!"

"He IS God!"

Charles Barkley slammed the table, stood up, and bellowed into the microphone.

"Tonight, God is wearing a Lakers number 24 jersey! I said it!"

In the first row of the audience.

Yoona watched the back of the figure calmly running back on the court, and her tightly clenched hands finally relaxed.

Her eyes became warm once again.

But this time, it wasn't from feeling wronged.

It was pride.

It was honor.

This was her man.

The man who, in the face of the world's criticism, declared to her that he would win this war for her!

On the court.

Leonard and Danny Green glanced at each other.

In each other's eyes, they both saw an emotion called "bewilderment."

They had executed the coach's tactics.

They had used their strongest defensive pressure.

But the result was like two fools charging at a windmill—laughable and futile.

*Beep—!*

From the San Antonio Spurs' bench came the buzzer requesting a timeout.

The composure Popovich had at the start of the game was gone from his face.

His expression was serious to the extreme.

The players walked off the court and gathered around him.

Popovich didn't lose his temper or reprimand them.

He picked up the tactical board and used a marker to draw a heavy circle around Lin Feng's name.

"Danny."

His voice was low and raspy.

"From now on, treat him as your shadow."

"I don't want you to give him any space to catch the ball, do you hear me? None!"

"Use your body to squeeze him, to bump him! Even if you pick up a foul, do it at all costs!"

Popovich looked up, his gaze sweeping over every player.

"The rest of you, be ready to help at any time! As soon as he gets the ball, double-team him immediately!"

"I don't believe there is a scorer in this world who cannot be restricted!"

The timeout ended.

The game resumed.

On the Spurs' offense, Duncan drew a foul from Gasol in the low post and relied on free throws to score two points.

6:4.

It was the Los Angeles Lakers' turn to attack.

Everyone saw it.

Danny Green was like a piece of adhesive tape, stuck tightly to Lin Feng.

His chest was pressed firmly against Lin Feng's back.

His hands were constantly applying various small movements to Lin Feng's waist and arms that were hard for the referees to detect.

He had completely given up on defending the ball.

He had only one task.

That was to not let Lin Feng receive the ball!

Blake dribbled to the frontcourt and frowned as he looked at the completely locked-down Lin Feng.

He tried to lob the ball to Howard inside, but Duncan anticipated it and broke it up.

The Lakers' offense had stalled once again.

Just then.

Lin Feng, who had been pushed and shoved by Danny Green, moved.

He didn't engage in too much of a struggle with his opponent.

He simply made a fake back-cut toward the corner.

Danny Green immediately followed!

But the moment he shifted his center of gravity,

Lin Feng's body came to a sudden halt and he sprinted back toward the three-point line!

At the same time, the power forward, Gasol, understanding the intent, stepped up and used his massive frame to set a solid off-ball screen!

*Thud!*

Danny Green slammed headfirst into Gasol, like hitting a wall.

That 0.1-second opening was all it took!

Blake's pass was delivered precisely into Lin Feng's hands!

The moment he caught the ball, Lin Feng's body was still moving at high speed.

He didn't even look at the rim!

He simply followed his body's momentum, leaned back, and launched the ball!

The entire motion was fluid and extremely fast!

From catching the ball to it leaving his hand, the entire process took no more than 0.1 seconds!

Danny Green had just rounded the screen and reached out, but he only swiped at thin air.

He could only look back in despair.

*Swish!*

The familiar sound rang out for the third time!

9:4!

The entire Staples Center was ignited once again!

"Another one?! Even that went in?!"

Barkley's voice was starting to crack.

"A catch-and-shoot on the move! And a fadeaway! Has he gone mad tonight?!"

Over the next few minutes.

The audience in the arena had the privilege of witnessing a shower of three-pointers that would be etched into the history books.

The Spurs' defense became even more frantic.

They began to triple-team Lin Feng.

But Lin Feng, in those narrow gaps between people, used an almost contorted posture to force a shot!

*Swish!*

Still in!

The Lakers launched a defensive counterattack.

Lin Feng pushed the ball forward, and as soon as he crossed half-court, without giving the Spurs a chance to set their defense, he pulled up for a sudden jumper!

*Swish!*

Nothing but net!

Every shot was like a precise scalpel, mercilessly piercing through the defensive system the Spurs were so proud of.

Every sound of the ball hitting the net was like a heavy hammer, pounding hard on the hearts of every Spurs player.

The second quarter had just passed the halfway mark.

Lin Feng's individual score had already reached 24 points.

He had made 8 three-pointers.

Without a single miss!

In front of the Spurs' bench, Gregg Popovich stood there blankly with his arms crossed.

On his face, which was usually as calm as a deep well, there appeared for the first time an expression mixed with shock and confusion.

He realized that all his tactical arrangements and defensive systems lost all meaning in the face of that absolute speed and absolute accuracy.