108: A crack in the system! Four players ganging up on them!

The second quarter of the game had just passed its halfway mark.

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

He had made 8 three-pointers.

Every shot was perfect!

In front of the San Antonio Spurs' bench, Gregg Popovich stood there, arms crossed, in a daze.

For the first time, his perpetually calm face showed an expression mixed with shock and confusion.

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

"Beep—!"

Popovich called another timeout.

This time, he didn't remain silent.

As the players walked off the court with a hint of confusion and frustration, they were met by Popovich's roar, suppressing his anger.

"What are you doing?!"

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it sent a shiver down every Spurs player's spine.

"Are you taking a stroll?!"

"I told you to defend, not to be spectators and watch him put on a three-point show!"

He rarely lost his composure like this during a game, especially in the playoffs.

But today, he felt that his decades of coaching philosophy were being repeatedly trampled by that No. 24 in the most brutal way.

Duncan lowered his head, saying nothing.

Parker and Ginóbili were also silent.

Leonard's expressionless face, with its taut muscles, showed his inner turmoil.

Popovich took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He grabbed the tactical board, almost crushing the marker pen.

"Listen!"

He no longer drew any complex tactics.

He simply used the pen to draw crosses on all possible positions Lin Feng might appear in the Los Angeles Lakers' half-court.

Then, he looked up and issued new instructions in an almost frantic, reckless tone.

"From now on, I don't care about the other Lakers players!"

"I don't care about Gasol, I don't care about Howard!"

"As long as that No. 24 gets the ball in our half, four people! Send four people to double-team him!"

"I want him to not even have a chance to catch the ball! Do you understand?!"

A four-man trap!

Upon hearing this command, all the Spurs players, including the assistant coaches, were stunned.

This was basketball, not football.

Using four people to defend one perimeter player?

That meant the other four Lakers players would have huge open spaces on the court.

This was a suicidal defense!

"Coach..." Assistant coach Budenholzer tried to persuade him.

"Execute the order!"

Popovich didn't give him a chance to speak; his eyes were bloodshot.

He was betting his dignity as a legendary coach!

He didn't believe it! He didn't believe anyone could break such a defense!

The timeout ended, and the game continued.

The Spurs players returned to the court with a resolute, almost tragic expression on their faces.

Lakers' offense.

Blake held the ball, slowly advancing to the frontcourt.

He immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The Spurs' defensive formation had become incredibly bizarre.

They almost completely left Blake open at the top of the arc and ignored Howard and Gasol, who were posting up in the low block.

Danny Green still followed Lin Feng like a shadow.

And Leonard, Parker, and even power forward Boris Diaw began to converge on Lin Feng's position.

A huge and crazy encirclement was forming.

Kobe's expression on the sidelines became incredibly serious.

Barkley, at the commentator's desk, was so shocked that he stood up directly.

"What are they doing? Four people! The Spurs are going to use four people to double-team Lin Feng!"

"Popovich is crazy! Is he completely giving up on this game?!"

However, Lin Feng, in the eye of the storm, was calmer than anyone else.

In his "ZONE" domain.

The entire court transformed into a 3D model composed of countless data streams.

He could clearly "see" it.

When Popovich made a closing gesture on the sidelines.

Four red data lines, representing defensive players, began to converge rapidly from different directions towards the coordinate point representing himself.

[Detected "Four-Man Encirclement" tactical command.]

[Defender A: Danny Green, close interference.]

[Defender B: Kawhi Leonard, expected to reach help-defense position in 0.8 seconds.]

[Defender C: Tony Parker, expected to reach help-defense position in 1.1 seconds.]

[Defender D: Boris Diaw, expected to reach help-defense position in 1.2 seconds.]

[Encirclement formation time: 1.2 seconds.]

[Host's optimal shooting window: 0.5 seconds.]

All these calculations were completed in Lin Feng's mind in less than an instant.

Just as Blake's pass was halfway through its flight.

Lin Feng had already started moving.

He no longer waited for the ball to reach his hands.

Instead, he made an active run to meet the ball, charging directly towards the incoming basketball!

The Spurs' four-man encirclement had just begun!

They watched helplessly as Lin Feng, two steps beyond the three-point line, jumped up to meet the pass!

He caught the ball in mid-air!

He didn't even let the basketball linger in his hands!

While his body was still ascending, his wrist had already flicked the ball out!

"Swish!"

The basketball, once again, traced a perfect arc.

And went right into the net!

12:4!

When the basketball passed through the net.

The four Spurs players, rushing from different directions, collided exactly where Lin Feng had just jumped.

The scene was both comical and disheartening.

They looked at each other.

Their faces showed undisguised frustration and bewilderment.

They had tried their best, executing the coach's most extreme tactic.

But their opponent was like a god who could predict the future.

Always one step ahead of them.

"My God..."

Barkley slumped back in his commentator's chair, muttering to himself.

"He... he saw through Popovich's tactics..."

"This isn't basketball, it's magic."

This offensive play, like a needle, completely pierced the taut nerves of the Spurs players.

For the first time, their machine-like precise defensive system showed visible cracks.

The next possession.

The Spurs' offense was a bit rushed.

Parker's pass resulted in a small turnover, stolen by the quick-reacting Artest!

Lakers on a fast break!

Artest threw the ball to Lin Feng!

Lin Feng caught the ball and drove at full speed!

This time, Leonard charged forward like a madman!

He anticipated that Lin Feng would once again pull up for a three-pointer.

He used all his strength, leaping high, trying to block the shot!

But after he jumped, he realized.

Lin Feng wasn't shooting at all.

He had just made a simple pump fake.

Leonard's body lost balance in the air, and he crashed heavily into Lin Feng!

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle blew loudly!

Defensive foul!

This was Kawhi Leonard's first foul on Lin Feng in this game!

Looking at Lin Feng, who stood at the free-throw line, his expression still calm.

For the first time, a crack appeared on Leonard's cold face.

It was wavering.

It was self-doubt.

His proud defensive instinct had become a joke in front of Lin Feng.

And the other Lakers players, ignited by Lin Feng's god-like performance, were completely fired up.

Howard, in the paint, was like a awakened beast, continuously grabbing offensive rebounds.

Gasol's playmaking also became more agile.

The entire team's defense had improved by a notch!

The pace of the game was completely controlled by the Lakers.

Three minutes remained in the third quarter.

Lin Feng, at the top of the arc, once again received a pass from Blake.

In front of him stood a Leonard who was on the verge of collapse.

Lin Feng made no unnecessary movements.

He simply, calmly, jumped and shot.

The basketball in the air drew the fifteenth perfect rainbow of the night.

"Swish!"

Ball in!

45 points!

The score difference had reached a terrifying 30 points!