109: The crowning of a king! The proclaiming of a miracle!

The ball is in!

45 points!

The lead has reached a terrifying 30 points!

When the basketball swished through the net for the fifteenth time, that crisp 'swish' sound was like a command.

A command that plunged the entire Staples Center into utter madness!

Everyone still seated in the arena stood up!

They waved their arms, opened their mouths wide, and roared with all their might, making incoherent sounds!

This was no longer watching a basketball game.

This was witnessing the birth of a miracle with their own eyes!

In front of the San Antonio Spurs' bench.

Gregg Popovich's perpetually composed face froze completely.

He looked at the number 24 still standing beyond the three-point line, then looked up at the dazzling scoreboard.

45:15.

This was Lin Feng's individual score compared to the entire San Antonio Spurs' score in this quarter.

His proud defensive system, which had dominated the league for more than a decade, was completely torn apart tonight by one person, in the most primitive and unreasonable way.

They lost.

From a tactical standpoint to a psychological one, they were utterly and completely defeated.

He slowly sat back down in his seat.

The tense, unwilling, and angry expressions on his face all vanished.

In their place was a deep, helpless weariness.

He made a substitution gesture towards the players on the court.

All of them were to be substituted.

Duncan, Parker, Ginóbili, Leonard... all of the San Antonio Spurs' starters were substituted at this moment.

As they walked off the court, not a single person spoke.

Each of their faces bore the same blank look of being utterly crushed.

Especially Kawhi Leonard.

He walked past Lin Feng with his head down, not even daring to look at him again.

Tonight, this man, with fifteen three-pointers, planted a seed named 'Devil' in his heart.

The San Antonio Spurs gave up.

The moment Popovich substituted his starters, it was tantamount to him admitting his defeat to the entire world.

The game officially entered garbage time.

And at this moment.

Lin Feng felt the mysterious 'ZONE' state, which had been supporting him, begin to recede like a tide.

The deafening cheers in the arena once again surged into his ears.

Deep within his body, a huge sense of fatigue washed over him like a mountain collapse and a tsunami.

His legs felt weak.

Sweat poured from his forehead as if a faucet had been turned on.

He knew that his physical endurance had reached its limit.

The power of 'ZONE' came at the cost of double the physical exertion.

He leaned on his knees, breathing slightly.

Then, he looked up at the Los Angeles Lakers' bench and gestured to D'Antoni to substitute him out.

D'Antoni immediately understood, waved his hand, and sent the substitute players onto the court.

When the arena announcer called out Lin Feng's name.

He turned around and began walking towards the bench.

Just as he took his first step.

From some corner of the arena, a somewhat hoarse but incredibly clear shout rang out.

“MVP——!”

This sound was like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

Immediately after.

A second voice rang out.

“MVP——!”

The third.

The hundredth.

The thousandth!

“MVP! MVP! MVP! MVP!”

Finally, the entire Staples Center, nearly twenty thousand spectators, whether Los Angeles Lakers fans or neutral fans who had previously booed him.

Everyone stood up spontaneously!

They used all their strength, in unison, shouting the same name!

The sound converged into an unstoppable torrent, echoing repeatedly in the arena!

Deafening!

This was a coronation for a king!

Lin Feng walked towards the bench.

He listened to the overwhelming shouts, his expression still calm.

But his violently beating heart felt an unprecedented satisfaction.

He reached the bench.

A figure, leaning on a crutch, was already limping there, waiting for him.

It was Kobe.

Kobe's face held an extremely complex expression, a mixture of admiration, relief, and even a hint of jealousy.

He looked at Lin Feng, who had walked up to him, and said nothing.

He simply extended his uninjured hand, forcefully pulled Lin Feng over, and gave him a solid hug.

He leaned into Lin Feng's ear and said in a low voice, audible only to the two of them.

“Well done, kid.”

Kobe's lips moved.

“You played a game that belonged to you.”

After speaking, he released his grip and heavily patted Lin Feng's back.

This was a passing of the torch.

A formal handover of the mamba mentality.

Lin Feng nodded and sat back down in his seat.

The live director, understanding the moment, once again cut the camera to the first row of the stands.

Yoona's face appeared on the big screen.

She no longer hid herself with a hat and mask.

Her exquisite and beautiful face was adorned with an incredibly brilliant, proud smile.

However, her bright eyes were, at some point, filled with glistening tears.

She looked at herself on the big screen, then at the figure surrounded by countless people on the sidelines.

Tears finally couldn't be held back, sliding down her cheeks.

They were tears of joy.

They were tears of happiness.

He did it.

He truly won this war for her.

“Beep——!”

The final whistle of the game finally sounded.

125:90!

The Los Angeles Lakers, on their home court, with a resounding victory, successfully tied the series score at 1:2!

That night.

The game footage spread throughout the entire league at an astonishing speed.

From Miami to Oklahoma, from New York to Chicago.

The coaching staff of all teams stayed up all night in their offices, repeatedly watching the game footage.

Especially Lin Feng's fifteen incredible three-pointers.

They slowed down each shot ten times, twenty times, to furiously study them.

But the results of their study left everyone feeling despair.

That unbelievable shooting speed.

That terrifying range covering the entire half-court.

That absolute accuracy, ignoring any defense!

This had already transcended the realm of tactics.

All the previous online ridicule and talk about 'circus basketball' were shattered into pieces overnight.

In its place was a new term, tinged with a hint of awe.

— 'God's Domain'.

Staples Center, post-game press conference.

It was still packed with people.

All the reporters were waiting for that man to appear.

Gregg Popovich.

He walked into the press conference expressionlessly and sat behind the table.

Countless flashes lit up on his face.

A veteran reporter from ESPN was the first to stand up and point the microphone at him.

“Coach, how would you evaluate Lin Feng's performance tonight?”

As soon as this question was asked, the entire press conference instantly fell silent.

Basketball fans worldwide were waiting through various channels for the legendary coach's answer.