117: A symphony of four against three! The King's baton

The basketball drew a high arc in the air.

The entire AT&T Center, nearly twenty thousand Spurs fans, held their breath at this moment.

Their gazes were fixed tightly on the orange sphere.

Time stretched infinitely at this moment.

"Swish!"

A crisp, pleasant sound of the ball falling cleanly through the net was transmitted throughout the arena via the pickup microphones beneath the rim!

And into everyone's ears!

It went in!

Nick Young hit that open three-pointer!

8:5!

The Lakers finally broke their scoring drought!

"YES!"

After landing, Nick Young excitedly performed his classic celebration move after hitting a three.

He pointed to his veins, his face radiating immense swagger and confidence!

"Ice in my veins!"

This shot was like a powerful adrenaline shot, fiercely injected into the heart of every Lakers player!

It was also like the first bugle call, sounding the prelude to a counterattack!

In front of the bench, Popovich showed no expression on his face.

Just an open three.

He still firmly believed it was just luck.

The role players of the Lakers couldn't maintain this kind of shooting touch forever.

However, the subsequent turn of events delivered a resounding, silent slap to his face.

Spurs possession.

Parker used Duncan's screen to drive into the paint, but his floater missed.

Howard secured the defensive rebound and passed it to Blake.

The Lakers pushed the ball up again.

The exact same scene unfolded again.

As soon as Lin Feng crossed half-court, Leonard and Green stuck to him like glue.

This time, Lin Feng didn't even glance at the basket.

His role had completely shifted from a scorer to a commander on the court.

Under the vision of the Eye of the Heavenly Emperor, every movement of his teammates was clearly presented in his mind.

"Paul!"

Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried immense penetration.

Almost simultaneously as he shouted, Gasol near the free-throw line intuitively began to move.

Blake's pass arrived perfectly in his hands.

Another open look!

This time, Gasol didn't hesitate.

He caught the ball, jumped, and shot.

The motion was fluid and seamless.

The basketball found the net steadily!

8:7!

The gap was down to just 1 point!

On the commentary desk, Barkley excitedly slammed the table.

"Did you see that! That's Lin Feng's impact!"

"He doesn't need to score! Just by standing there, he can completely tear apart the Spurs' defensive system!"

"This is a four-on-three game! The Lakers are playing their offensive symphony! And Lin Feng is the King waving the baton!"

On the court, the Spurs' offense came up empty again.

Lakers possession.

Lin Feng continued to play the deadliest decoy.

This time, he used a backdoor cut to draw both Leonard and Green to the other side of the court.

The strong side of the Lakers' offense instantly created a three-on-two situation!

"Jordan!"

Lin Feng commanded again.

Blake executed a perfect bounce pass to the cutting Jordan Hill!

Jordan Hill caught the ball and took three big steps toward the rim!

"Bang!"

A massive sound!

He violently slammed the ball into the basket with a powerful two-handed dunk!

8:9!

The Lakers had taken the lead!

Popovich remained on the sideline, his expression grim.

He did not call a timeout.

He was still waiting.

He believed the Lakers' hot shooting touch would eventually cool down.

But he miscalculated.

The rest of the first quarter completely turned into an offensive showcase for the Lakers.

Under the direction of Lin Feng, the massive point of gravity, the Lakers' offense flowed like spilled mercury, penetrating everywhere.

Nick Young hit another three!

Gasol's mid-range jumper was nothing but net!

Artest also received a pass and scored on a layup!

The first quarter ended.

The score was locked at 20:31!

The Lakers led the Spurs by a full 11 points on the road!

Lin Feng's stat line showed 0 points, but the assists column held an astonishing number—8!

The second quarter began.

Popovich stubbornly stuck to his defensive strategy.

But the Lakers players' confidence had fully ignited.

They no longer hesitated or wavered.

Every open opportunity created by Lin Feng, they dared to shoot decisively.

The Lakers, scoring from multiple points, continued to expand their lead.

The gap reached as high as 15 points!

The Spurs' pride and joy, their defensive system that ran like a precision machine, showed visible cracks for the first time tonight.

Ironically, the one who tore this crack was not Lin Feng's supernatural three-pointers.

It was Popovich's own extreme, even insane, tactical choice.

Halftime.

In the Lakers' locker room, the atmosphere was extremely lively.

"Hahaha! That was so much fun!"

Howard waved his towel excitedly.

"I've never played such an easy game! There were open looks everywhere!"

Nick Young also whistled proudly.

"Exactly, this feeling is amazing!"

Excited smiles adorned everyone's faces.

They felt involved in the offense, becoming part of the team's victory.

Only Lin Feng remained exceptionally calm.

He sat in his spot, silently drinking water to replenish his stamina.

He looked at his excited teammates and spoke.

"They will counterattack in the second half..."

His voice was soft, but it instantly silenced the entire locker room.

"And it will be fiercer."

All eyes focused on him.

Lin Feng's gaze was calm and profound.

"Get ready, the real fight has only just begun."

As expected.

The situation in the second half changed abruptly.

As soon as the third quarter started.

Spurs role player Danny Green, after receiving a pass from Parker, hit a highly difficult fading three-pointer from the corner over Artest's defense!

This shot acted as a signal.

A few minutes later.

Spurs reserve guard Patty Mills, on a fast break, pulled up for a shot from two steps beyond the three-point line over Blake's defense!

It went in!

These two unreasonable three-pointers were like two buckets of ice water poured onto the Lakers' blazing hot shooting touch.

They also completely ignited the fire that had been suppressed for half the game in the AT&T Center!

The Spurs seemed infused with divine power.

They unleashed a furious comeback run.

Danny Green's threes were like unsheathed sharp swords, piercing the Lakers' defensive line again and again.

Mills' drives were like sharp knives, stirring up unrest in the Lakers' interior defense.

The confidence the Lakers' role players had built up in the first half began to shake under this sudden storm.

Their shots started becoming hesitant again.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The basketball hit the rim again and again.

The point difference was rapidly being eaten away.

15 points.

10 points.

5 points.

When the final buzzer for the third quarter sounded.

The giant scoreboard above the AT&T Center arena displayed a score that made all Lakers fans feel suffocated.

85:85!

The Spurs, with an entire quarter of furious comeback, had tied the score!

The suspense of the game was dragged into the final quarter.