147: A torrent of talent!

The Thunder's defensive strategy was simple and clear.

Use endless, toughest physical confrontation!

Use never-ending, top-tier athleticism!

To wear you down!

To wear down the Lakers' only, and final, strong point!

Thabo Sefolosha, the Thunder's best perimeter defender, stuck to him like glue.

His arms were constantly making subtle, hidden moves against Lin Feng's waist and back.

Pushing, shoving, bumping.

The referee's whistle wouldn't blow.

But every contact was tangibly draining Lin Feng's stamina.

Lin Feng knew that conventional play wouldn't work anymore.

Comparing stamina and team rotation with these young beasts, the Los Angeles Lakers' veterans—with an average age of over thirty—would be run to death.

The only way.

Was to respond with the strongest individual offense!

Lin Feng's gaze changed.

In those eyes that originally held a hint of calm, a black, violent flame suddenly ignited!

[Aomine ZONE]!

Activate!

The next second.

Lin Feng's body turned into a black afterimage that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye!

Sefolosha only felt a blur before his eyes!

That aura, like a ferocious beast, flashed past him!

He didn't even have the chance to reach out and pull him!

"Too fast!"

At the commentary desk, Kenny Smith exclaimed!

The defensive line was torn apart!

Lin Feng, like a sharp blade, cut into the Thunder's paint!

Greeting him was the Thunder's interior anchor, Serge Ibaka!

Ibaka leaped high, those long arms blotting out the sun!

However.

Reaching the basket, Lin Feng's body forcibly twisted in mid-air at an angle that completely defied human mechanics!

From behind the hoop, he casually tossed the ball!

The basketball traced a bizarre arc.

Off the backboard!

Into the net!

Formless Shot!

The boos in the entire Chesapeake Energy Arena paused for half a second.

But soon, they were drowned out by an even more frantic wave of sound!

Because the Thunder's counterattack had come!

Westbrook caught the ball and didn't look at his teammates at all!

Like an enraged bull, he lowered his head and launched a deadly charge toward the Los Angeles Lakers' half!

Fast!

Extremely fast!

Before the Lakers' defense could even get into position, he single-handedly tore them to pieces!

Westbrook drove into the paint and forcibly jumped against Howard's help defense!

In the air, the two had a violent physical collision!

Westbrook let out a roar and slammed the ball into the basket with sheer force!

And-one!

After scoring, Westbrook pounded his chest and let out a provocative roar at Lin Feng!

The court had completely turned into a back-and-forth battlefield between the two!

On one side, Lin Feng had just used an extreme crossover to shake Sefolosha and hit a mid-range jumper!

On the other, Kevin Durant pulled up for a three right over Artest's head, using his completely unstoppable height and wingspan!

The basketball swished through the net!

"My God!"

Barkley clutched his bald head and shouted excitedly!

"Is this the Western Conference Finals?! This is practically the All-Star Game!"

"A battle of the gods! This is a true battle of the gods!"

The score on the court was rising alternately.

The scene was magnificent to the extreme.

The fans were watching with boiling blood and surging adrenaline!

But.

On the sidelines, Kobe and head coach D'Antoni's faces looked worse and worse.

They could all see.

Lin Feng was playing too hard.

For every attack, he had to face the pursuit and interception of at least two Thunder players.

Every point he scored was completed amidst extreme physical confrontation.

While on the Thunder's side.

Durant and Westbrook could take turns firing.

When Westbrook got tired of charging, he'd give the ball to Durant to solve the problem with his unstoppable shooting.

When Durant was tied up, he'd give the ball to Westbrook to crash the basket with his unreasonable physicality.

The two of them shared almost all the team's offensive pressure.

While Lin Feng was carrying the entire Lakers team forward alone.

"Beep—!"

The whistle for the end of the first quarter sounded.

The big screen showed the stats.

30:28.

The Lakers trailed by 2 points.

In the individual stats column, after Lin Feng's name, was a glaring number.

18 points!

He alone accounted for more than half of the team's scoring!

The second quarter began.

The Thunder increased the physical confrontation against Lin Feng.

Their defense became even more rugged.

Various invisible small movements constantly harassed Lin Feng.

They were trying to provoke him.

They wanted this beast to completely lose his mind!

During a breakthrough, Lin Feng had already shaken off his defender.

Under the basket, Ibaka gave up on blocking and instead used his body like a wall to slam hard into Lin Feng!

"Bang!"

A dull thud!

Lin Feng lost his balance in the air and fell heavily onto the floor!

The referee's whistle did not blow!

The Thunder fans in the arena let out gloating cheers!

Ibaka walked past Lin Feng, looked down at him, and spat out trash talk.

Lin Feng lay on the ground, a sharp pain in his chest.

He looked up at the referee who hadn't made any indication.

Then, he slowly climbed up from the ground.

He wasn't angry, nor did he complain.

Only in those eyes, the black flames burned even more vigorously.

The wildness within him was completely triggered by this!

The next possession.

Lin Feng used an even more violent breakthrough to knock Sefolosha, who was defending him, aside by a body length!

He charged into the paint and leaped high against the helping Ibaka!

He didn't choose a layup!

Instead, he held the basketball over his head!

Over Ibaka's startled face, he slammed the ball into the basket with a vengeance!

"Roar!!!"

After the basket, Lin Feng hung on the rim and let out a beastly roar at Ibaka below him!

This was the most direct and toughest response!

The whistle for the end of the half finally sounded.

The score: 60:55.

The Lakers trailed by 5 points.

Lin Feng had exploded for 32 points in the half!

He walked off the court and slumped onto the bench.

His chest was heaving violently, like an old bellows.

Sweat had completely soaked his jersey, making it cling tightly to his body.

He gasped for air, feeling as if there was a fire burning in his lungs.

Kobe silently walked over.

He didn't speak, just handed a bottle of water to Lin Feng.

Then, he leaned down and whispered in Lin Feng's ear in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Kid, save some energy."

"You can't play 48 minutes against those two like this."

Lin Feng didn't answer.

His gaze crossed the noisy court and landed on the Thunder's bench opposite them.

Durant and Westbrook were laughing and high-fiving their teammates.

Their faces didn't even show much fatigue.

Lin Feng turned his head again and looked around him.

Nash, Gasol, Artest... these veterans who had fought for many years were all leaning on their knees, panting heavily.

At that moment.

An unprecedented, deep sense of powerlessness welled up in Lin Feng's heart for the first time.