138: The arrival of violent aesthetics!

Kawhi Leonard, at this moment, was like an eagle with broken wings, crashing awkwardly onto the cold floor of the Staples Center.

His eyes were filled with shock, humiliation, and incomprehensible rage.

He saw the back of that Number 24; before him lay an open path.

He thought that person would end this humiliation with an easy layup.

But, he didn't.

Lin Feng stopped.

Right outside the three-point line.

He didn't look back at the rim.

He slowly turned around.

Looking down from above at Leonard, who was still slumped on the floor.

The entire Staples Center fell silent in that instant.

Everyone held their breath, watching this dramatic scene.

Then.

They saw Lin Feng slowly raise his right hand.

He placed his hand by his ear.

Making a listening gesture.

That move!

That classic "listening" gesture belonging to Allen Iverson, full of arrogance and provocation!

He wasn't listening for cheers.

He was listening to the wails of a loser!

He was using this most primitive, street-style, and arrogant way to announce to the world.

Your defense, your pride, are worthless before me!

Boom!!!

When this gesture was clearly imprinted on everyone's retinas through the giant screen on-site!

The entire arena went completely wild!

"Roar!!!!"

That wasn't a cheer!

It was the most frantic, primitive release of hormones after being suppressed to the extreme!

The fans who were still booing Lin Feng before completely defected at this moment!

They forgot about the "Cheating Scandal," forgot about the "Scumbag."

Their blood was completely ignited by this scene filled with Violence Aesthetics!

They stood up, waving their fists, letting out the most frantic roars!

This was the basketball they wanted to see!

This was the ultimate individual heroism belonging to Los Angeles!

At the commentary desk.

Charles Barkley jumped straight out of his chair, waving his fleshy arms, his expression looking like he had seen a miracle!

"He did it! He actually did it! The listening gesture!"

"He's humiliating Kawhi Leonard! He's humiliating the entire Spurs' defense!"

"This is the answer! This is his toughest response to all the doubts and all the boos!"

Kenny Smith held his head, a look of disbelief on his face.

"This kid is a maniac! He's an absolute maniac!"

"He's turning this game into his personal execution ground!"

In the stands.

Taylor Swift stood up!

She took off her sunglasses, her blue eyes burning with a flame hotter than the stadium lights!

She made no secret of her appreciation for this primitive wildness; she was even clapping for Lin Feng!

And not far from her.

Yoona's pale face was written with complexity.

Shock, worry, and a trace of pride that she couldn't even explain herself.

Under the gaze of the whole world.

Lin Feng lowered his hand.

He didn't even spare another glance at Leonard on the floor.

He turned around, facing the basket.

Without even fully straightening his body.

He casually tossed the ball out.

The posture was so casual, it was like throwing a practice ball on the training court.

The basketball drew an arc in the air that made all Spurs fans feel despair.

"Swish!"

Nothing but net!

7:14!

The gap was further narrowed!

"Beep—!"

Popovich, on the Spurs' sideline, could no longer maintain his composure!

He suddenly stood up from his seat and slammed the tactical board hard onto the floor!

He roared at the scorer's table, calling for a timeout!

His face was flushed red from extreme anger!

He could accept defeat!

But he would never accept his team, his players, being nailed to the pillar of shame in this manner!

The timeout began.

Leonard only climbed up from the floor with bloodshot eyes after being pulled by his teammates.

Like an enraged beast, he stared fixedly at Lin Feng's back, wishing he could swallow him alive!

But Popovich's cold voice interrupted his revenge fantasy.

"Kawhi, sit down!"

Leonard snapped his head around to look at the coach on the sideline, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

"Coach! I can stop him!"

Popovich's gaze was as cold as ice.

"I said, sit down!"

"You need to cool off!"

Leonard's fists clenched until they cracked.

But in the end, he still lowered his head unwillingly and walked off the court.

On the other side.

The Lakers' bench had completely turned into a sea of joy.

Howard and Nick Young rushed up, bumping chests with Lin Feng with the most exaggerated movements!

"Great job! Lin!"

"You're a damn genius!"

Kobe sat in his spot, unmoving.

But a gratified smile, one only he could understand, tugged at the corner of his mouth.

This beast had finally been fully awakened.

The timeout soon ended.

The game resumed.

Spurs' possession.

Having lost Leonard, their most stable defensive core, their mindset clearly fluctuated.

Tony Parker organized the offense at the top of the arc, trying to use his rhythm to steady the team's morale.

But a black shadow appeared before him.

It was Lin Feng!

Instead of returning to his defensive position, he directly started full-court pressing Tony Parker!

His eyes were like a cheetah that had locked onto its prey.

Full of aggression!

Tony Parker felt unprecedented pressure.

He tried to shake off Lin Feng's defense with a quick crossover.

He succeeded.

But at the moment he crossed over, the basketball passed through his legs.

The next second.

He felt a gust of wind sweep past behind him.

By the time he reacted and looked back.

The basketball was gone.

Lin Feng was gone too.

Staples Center erupted in earth-shattering screams once again!

On the big screen, the slow-motion replay.

Everyone saw it clearly.

The moment Tony Parker crossed over, Lin Feng's body, like a phantom, anticipated all his movements!

His hand, like a venomous snake, precisely poked the ball away from between Tony Parker's legs!

A nutmeg steal!

This was another highly humiliating move that usually only appeared on streetball courts!

Lin Feng got the ball, another fast break with no suspense.

An easy layup scored.

9:14!

The Spurs players' mental state completely collapsed.

Their pride, their system, their basketball philosophy were shattered to pieces before Lin Feng's completely unreasonable and individualistic playstyle.

Their movements began to get rougher.

They started trying to use more violent physical contact to stop this beast that had completely spiraled out of control.

The next possession.

Lin Feng received the ball on the wing.

Manu Ginobili and Danny Green pounced like two mad dogs!

They used their bodies to squeeze Lin Feng tightly toward the sideline!

They wanted to use a hard foul to tell Lin Feng that this was the NBA, not his street playground!

However.

In the [ZONE] state, Lin Feng's perception of everything around him had reached a superhuman level.

Just before the two were about to close the door on him.

He moved!

With a spin like a top, he forced his way through the gap between the two!

His body had completely lost balance in the air!

Ginóbili jumped high, his hand swinging hard toward the basketball!

He was going to block this shot!balance！

But!

In mid-air, Lin Feng made a move that made everyone's scalp tingle!

He switched the ball from his right hand to his left.

His body, like a fully drawn bow, came to a sudden halt in mid-air!

Evading Ginóbili's block!

Then, with a flashy reverse layup, he flicked the ball into the basket from the other side of the backboard!

"Swish!"

In it went!

And at the same time, the referee's whistle blew!

"Beep—!"

"Defensive foul! The basket counts! One free throw!"

An and-one!

Ginóbili held his head in frustration!

He couldn't believe that under those circumstances, under that kind of physical contact, that guy could actually make the shot!

No one was sitting in the Staples Center anymore.

Everyone was standing, hands raised high, offering their worship to this omnipotent man!

The second quarter was about to end.

The Lakers had successfully taken the lead.

And Lin Feng's personal performance was still continuing.

The Spurs' defense was like layer upon layer of fragile window paper before him.

One poke and it tore.

Five seconds left on the clock.

The Spurs' final attack: Ginóbili forced a three-pointer, no good!

The rebound was firmly secured by Howard, who immediately passed the ball to Lin Feng, who had already shot out like an arrow from a bow!

Fast break!

A clear path ahead of Lin Feng!

Only one person remained in the Spurs' half!

That eternal monument of San Antonio!

Tim Duncan!

the stone buddha stood under the basket, spreading his long arms, his face devoid of any expression.

He was going to use his body to defend the Spurs' final dignity!

Everyone thought Lin Feng would choose an easy layup or a pull-up jumper to end this perfect half.

But Lin Feng didn't.

In his eyes flashed a light more frantic than any before!

As he rushed near the free-throw line, he didn't slow down!

He directly smashed the basketball hard toward the backboard!

The basketball bounced high!

"What is he doing?!"

Barkley cried out in shock!

The next second.

Lin Feng's body followed, soaring high into the air!

His jumping height was appalling!

His head had even surpassed the rim!

In mid-air, he caught the basketball that had bounced back from the backboard!

With both hands, he gripped the ball tightly!

Then, facing the stone buddha Duncan who was trying to block him!

He smashed it down hard!

Alley-oop!

Posterizing dunk!