134: A battlefield of ice and fire!

Kobe didn't say another word.

He simply used his fist to lightly thump Lin Feng's chest.

Then, he turned around and walked back to his position.

Lin Feng looked at the black compression sleeve on his arm.

Kobe's body heat still lingered on it.

He knew this wasn't just a sleeve.

It was the inheritance of the mamba mentality.

More importantly, it was Kobe's most silent and steadfast support for him amidst this storm of controversy.

The light in Lin Feng's eyes completely settled.

It was the extreme calmness of a predator before the hunt.

A trial?

No.

This is my battlefield.

Game 6, the match officially began.

The lights in the player tunnel illuminated the path ahead.

Staples Center, the temple of the Purple and Gold Dynasty, was currently shrouded in an unprecedented, eerie atmosphere.

The arena was invisibly divided into two worlds.

On one side were die-hard fans wearing No. 24 jerseys, screaming "MVP" with all their might, their voices surging like a tsunami.

On the other side was an even larger wave of boos filled with anger and disappointment, sharp and piercing as if they wanted to lift the roof off the arena.

Cheers and boos collided and clashed frantically above the arena like two opposing armies.

The Lakers players were the first to enter.

When the arena DJ used his signature high-pitched voice to call out that name.

“From——China!”

“Number——twenty-four!”

“Lin——Feng——!”

At that moment, all the noise in Staples Center reached its peak!

In an instant, the boos completely overwhelmed the cheers!

It was a soundwave mixed with anger, betrayal, and disdain, almost solidifying as it crashed violently from all directions toward the figure who had just run onto the court!

But Lin Feng felt as if he had stepped into a silent vacuum.

He didn't pay attention to any part of the stands.

He didn't even wave to the audience as he usually did.

He simply ran to the sidelines with an expressionless face and picked up a basketball.

Then, he walked to the three-point line.

Adjusted, and shot.

The basketball traced a perfect arc through the air.

“Swish!”

Nothing but net.

He picked up the ball again, gave it two dribbles.

And shot again from the same spot.

“Swish!”

Still nothing but net.

He was like a programmed machine, focused on repeating his shooting warm-up.

It was as if the deafening boos were merely background music that had nothing to do with him.

The broadcast director was clearly a master at creating drama.

He didn't let the camera linger too long on the tense players on the court.

The first close-up was precisely directed at the front row of the audience.

In the frame appeared a face that broke countless hearts.

Yoona.

She sat there, next to a nervous-looking Jeff Austin.

She wore light makeup, yet it still couldn't completely hide the exhaustion that reached deep into her bones.

Her eyes were slightly red and swollen, clearly visible even under the bright lights.

She wasn't looking at the figure in the center of the court.

Her gaze just rested quietly and without focus on the empty floor.

The moment Yoona's face, etched with grievance and pain, appeared on the giant screen.

The boos in the arena became even more violent!

“Look what you've done! Lin!”

“You bastard! How could you do this to her?!”

Many fans who had previously remained neutral completely turned against him after seeing Yoona's state.

They began to stand up for this girl who had come all the way from South Korea only to be betrayed.

Aggressive comments against Lin Feng surged for a time.

However.

Just when everyone thought this was the peak of the night's drama.

The broadcast director cut to a shot that drove the whole world crazy!

The camera moved away from Yoona's face and slowly turned toward another VIP seat not far behind her.

A woman wearing large sunglasses and her signature bright red lipstick was sitting right there!

That dazzling blonde hair, that queen-like aura!

Who else could it be but Taylor Swift?!

Boom!

The moment Taylor's face appeared on the big screen.

Staples Center felt as if a nuclear bomb had been dropped!

It completely exploded!

“Oh my god!!!”

“What the fxxk?!!”

“Taylor?! Why is she here?!”

No one expected it!

Absolutely no one expected it!

The two female protagonists of this emotional storm were actually in the same arena at the same time!

Appearing in the same frame!

One was weary and heartbroken, a sight to behold with pity.

The other was full of aura, dominant and powerful.

This wasn't about basketball anymore!

At this moment, the boos, cheers, and screams completely blended together, turning into an indistinguishable, pure, chaotic soundwave!

Before the game even officially started, the attention on Game 6 surpassed basketball itself, becoming a super entertainment event sweeping across America!

At the commentary desk.

Legendary commentator Kenny Smith stood up directly from his seat!

He pointed at the screen, his face flushed with excitement, his voice trembling!

“My God!”

“I've been calling games for twenty years! I swear! I have never seen such a dramatic scene!”

“Yin Na Kim! Taylor Swift! They are both at Staples Center!”

“This is no longer just a basketball game!”

His partner, Charles Barkley, also had a look of disbelief. He opened his mouth wide and murmured to himself.

“This is a Hollywood blockbuster! And one of the top-tier ones, a super production with a budget over three hundred million dollars!”

In the center of the court.

Lin Feng stopped shooting.

He stood there, feeling those two incredibly complex gazes coming from different directions.

One carried cold disappointment and bone-chilling pain.

The other was full of fiery, naked admiration and possessiveness.

He knew.

The whole world was waiting to see him fail.

Or, waiting to see how he would create a miracle.

“Beep——!”

The buzzer for the start of the game finally rang throughout the arena!

The Spurs won the first possession.

Parker dribbled across half-court and, without the slightest hesitation, passed the ball directly to Leonard on the wing.

Meanwhile.

On the Lakers' offensive possession.

The moment Lin Feng received the pass.

That familiar, nightmare-like scene appeared once again.

The Spurs didn't do any feeling out.

From the first second of the game, they unswervingly executed Popovich's tactic that had completely stifled Lin Feng in Game 5!

The Cage!

Leonard, like a maggot on a bone, pressed up with his long arms and his 'Death Grip'!

Danny Green quickly doubled from the wing, cutting off all his horizontal movement routes!

And behind him, Splitter stood like a wall, sealing off all space for him to retreat!

Three people, three iron walls!

That cage, which had made him suffer such humiliation and shattered his pride in Game 5, once again cold and cruelly enveloped him!

Leonard, Green, and Splitter locked Lin Feng down once again like iron pincers.