144: Dual Realms! Beast and Sharpshooter!

The timeout ended, and the Lakers inbounded the ball.

Lin Feng received the ball.

The eyes of the world were focused on him.

What would he do?

Would he tear apart the defense with his unpredictable passes, like in the first half?

Or would he activate that 'beast mode' that slays all in its path, like in G6?

The Spurs' defense was fully deployed.

Kawhi Leonard, like a vulture with outstretched talons, clung tightly to him.

Behind him was the precise yet cold strangling net, woven by Popovich himself and operating for twenty years.

No retreat.

No escape.

Lin Feng stood at the top of the arc, dribbling the ball.

There was no expression on his face.

The last trace of human emotion in his tired eyes was rapidly fading.

He looked up at the hoop.

Then.

He moved.

No warning.

No probing.

His body suddenly sank!

The next second, his entire being transformed into a black lightning bolt!

That violent, utterly unreasonable, destructive power once again descended upon this court!

"It's that mode!"

At the commentary desk, Barkley sprang from his chair!

"The Aomine ZONE! He's activated the Aomine ZONE!"

Leonard's pupils suddenly contracted!

He felt that what was before him was no longer a person.

But a peerless fierce beast, breaking free from all shackles and rushing out from the ancient wilderness!

His proud 'Death Grip' was as fragile as paper in the face of that pure, ultimate, wild explosiveness!

Just a moment of contact!

Lin Feng, with a simple and brutal crossover, forcefully bulldozed past him!

A gap was torn in the defense!

The Spurs' rotation was lightning fast!

Ginóbili and Tony Parker frantically converged from both sides!

They intended to close this door before Lin Feng could penetrate the paint!

However, Lin Feng's speed was even faster than they imagined!

Like a red-hot blade slicing through butter, he slipped through the gap between the two of them!

He charged into the Spurs' heartland!

The last line of defense.

the stone buddha of San Antonio, Tim Duncan, was already waiting there.

His face held an unprecedented solemnity.

He spread his arms, like a mountain, blocking Lin Feng's path.

At the same time, Leonard and Ginóbili, who had been bypassed, were already chasing from behind!

A mountain ahead!

Pursuers behind!

A lethal cage, formed by three people, instantly took shape!

Popovich clenched his fists on the sidelines!

He had accounted for everything!

He knew Lin Feng would activate beast mode!

This trap was prepared for him!

No matter how fast or strong you are, you can't break through three defenders at once!

You're dead!

In the stands.

Yoona's heart was in her throat; she tightly covered her mouth.

Taylor Swift's confident smile also slightly froze.

Just when everyone thought Lin Feng was about to fall into this inescapable trap, ending this offense with a clumsy turnover or a forcefully blocked layup,

Lin Feng, in this desperate situation,

Made a crazy move that instantly crashed the brains of everyone in the world!

He jumped!

But he wasn't looking at the hoop!

Nor was he looking in the direction of any teammate!

In mid-air, with an extremely awkward posture, he forcefully passed the basketball in his hands behind him, towards the empty right three-point line!

He passed it out!

A pass to thin air!

"What is he doing?!"

"A turnover?!"

"Is he crazy?! At a time like this?!"

The whole world gasped in disbelief!

Popovich's face also showed a look of astonishment.

Too much pressure led to a misjudgment?

However.

Just a second later.

A scene that Popovich, and the entire world, would never forget, occurred!

The instant Lin Feng passed the ball.

The flashing, violent black electricity in his eyes quietly extinguished.

In its place was a cold, precise, emotionless green light, like a surgical knife!

The beast exited.

The sharpshooter entered!

His body, in mid-air, completed a reverse turn that completely defied the laws of physics!

The three Spurs defenders, who had collapsed to the basket, still had all their weight and attention focused on that 'pass to air' basketball!

Their minds went blank for half a second!

It was this half-second!

Lin Feng landed and ran back!

His footsteps, like the most precise metronome, landed perfectly on the spot where the basketball he had passed would fall!

He received the ball!

The entire movement was smooth and seamless!

As if rehearsed a thousand times!

And Leonard, who had just reacted, let out a beastly roar, like a runaway fighter jet, frantically pouncing towards him!

That gigantic, sky-covering palm once again enveloped his vision!

But it was too late!

The instant he received the ball.

Lin Feng's body had already adjusted to the most perfect, textbook-like shooting posture!

There was no expression on his face.

In his eyes, there was only the hoop.

He ignored Leonard's block, which would make any shooter tremble with fear!

Hand up!

Ball down!

That green light, in mid-air, drew a perfect rainbow arc that brought despair to all Spurs fans!

One offense!

Seamless switching between two Zones!

First, using the beast's ferocity to tear apart the defense, attract a double-team, and create a space that didn't exist!

Then, using the sharpshooter's precision to deliver the most fatal, finishing blow to the opponent!

This was no longer basketball!

This was art!

It was Lin Feng's unique, ultimate art, a perfect blend of violence and precision!

"Swish!"

A crisp, pleasant sound of the basketball swishing through the net.

In this noisy arena, it sounded like a death knell, ringing in everyone's souls!

The AT&T Center fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the slowly descending basketball.

Staring at the figure in mid-air, maintaining a perfect shooting posture.

Staring at the shocking, changed number on the scoreboard.

93:93!

Tied!

Only 24 seconds left!

"Roar!!!"

The Lakers' bench erupted!

Kobe suddenly stood up from his seat!

For the first time, his perpetually resolute face showed an excited smile, almost bordering on ecstasy!

He clenched his fists tightly!

"Roar!!!"

Like a lion king, he let out the most primal, most insane roar for the new king he had chosen!

And in two corners of the stands.

Yoona's tears once again burst forth.

But this time, it wasn't heartache, nor sadness.

It was pure, uncontrollable pride!

Taylor Swift, meanwhile, slowly sat down.

She put her sunglasses back on, concealing her blue eyes that burned with the flame of conquest.

The corner of her mouth curled into a satisfied smile that only she understood.

The final answer had been revealed.

On the court.

Popovich called his last timeout of the game.

He looked at the number 24 figure, who was being frantically surrounded by his teammates.

On his old face, full of wisdom and cunning, for the first time, a deep sense of powerlessness, named 'resignation,' emerged.

He lost.

The most precise war machine he had built, exhausting his lifelong basketball wisdom.

Today, it was completely shattered by a monster who possessed both the power of a beast and a god.

Completely shattered.

The timeout ended, with 24 seconds left in the game.

The Spurs had the opportunity for the last possession.

Win, or go home.

The whole world held its breath.