15: Gods fight, mortals watch the show.

Curry landed steadily. He didn't celebrate, nor did he roar.

He simply turned around amidst the roaring sound waves of the entire arena and pointed his finger at Lin Feng in the distance.

Then, he fiercely jabbed the floor beneath his feet.

The meaning couldn't have been clearer.

This is my territory!

"He responded! Stephen Curry responded to Lin Feng with an equally unbelievable shot!"

"This is a declaration! The declaration of an Ace!"

The commentator's voice had gone completely wild.

The atmosphere in the Staples Center was ignited to an unprecedented peak at this moment.

The fans were no longer simply cheering for the Los Angeles Lakers; they were going crazy for the historic scene unfolding before their eyes.

They were witnessing a battle between gods!

The Lakers were on offense.

Nash controlled the ball, the shouts of "LIN! LIN! LIN!" roaring like a tsunami in his ears.

He was not affected by the atmosphere and calmly observed the situation on the court.

Curry stuck to Lin Feng like glue, refusing to give him any easy chance to receive the ball.

Nash didn't hesitate, delivering an accurate bounce pass steadily into Lin Feng's hands.

The duel continued!

All eyes focused once again.

Lin Feng received the ball, facing Curry directly.

Curry lowered his center of gravity, his baby face full of concentration, like a cheetah preparing to pounce.

"Come on, rookie, let me see what else you've got." Curry's trash talk was accompanied by heavy breathing.

Lin Feng ignored him and started dribbling.

A crossover, followed by a hesitation move.

His movements weren't fast, but his rhythm was incredibly strong, making his next intention unpredictable.

Everyone thought he was going to use an isolation play to answer Curry.

Even Curry himself was fully focused, guarding against Lin Feng's pull-up jumper.

Just then, Lin Feng's body suddenly dipped to the right, faking a drive.

Curry's center of gravity subconsciously shifted half a step to follow.

That was the moment!

Lin Feng flicked his wrist. The ball didn't fly upward; instead, as if it had a life of its own, it skimmed the floor and slipped through the gap beside Curry's raised foot!

An unexpected bounce pass!

Nobody expected it!

When the whole world thought he was going for an isolation duel, he chose to pass!

A figure in white understood instantly and cut in from the paint.

Pau Gasol!

The Spaniard easily received the surgical pass, finding open space ahead of him.

He took three large strides to the basket and easily laid it up.

The ball hit the backboard and went in.

"Beep—!"

The referee's whistle sounded simultaneously.

The Golden State Warriors center, Andrew Bogut, who came over to help defend, was a step too slow and fouled Gasol hard on the arm.

2+1!

Gasol excitedly pounded his chest, then gave a thumbs-up to Lin Feng from afar.

That pass was too perfect!

After a brief moment of surprise, the fans in the Staples Center erupted in even warmer applause.

The applause was filled with appreciation.

On the sidelines, Lakers head coach D'Antoni clapped his hands with a "snap," his face showing undisguised ecstasy.

He turned and shouted to the assistant coach beside him.

"Did you see that! This kid's basketball IQ! He didn't get carried away! He knows how to play the game the right way!"

Meanwhile, at the back of the bench, the man in the suit showed a subtle shift in posture.

Kobe Bryant.

His body, which had been leaning forward, slowly leaned back against the seat.

The look in his eyes when he watched Lin Feng held something new.

It wasn't admiration for a super shooter, but recognition for a true basketball player.

This rookie not only had a sharp edge but also a sharp mind.

What he saw was the shadow of a general, not just a sniper.

Gasol steadily made the free throw.

It was the Golden State Warriors's turn to attack.

Curry felt his cheeks burning.

He had been fooled.

In front of the entire world, he had been tricked by this Oriental kid in a way that was almost humiliating.

The provoked fury was burning fiercely in his chest.

He stopped sticking to the ball and began running frantically off-ball.

Like a slippery loach, he weaved through the Lakers' defense, running around his teammates' screens.

The top of the arc.

David Lee set a solid screen for him.

Curry, like a flash of lightning, rounded the screen and received the pass while moving.

Due to inertia, his body was still drifting sideways; he was practically flying horizontally through the air.

This was a completely unbalanced posture.

But he made no adjustment whatsoever.

Mid-air, he forcibly twisted his body and released the shot!

An incredible fading sideways three-pointer!

"Stephen Curry! He has completely entered 'Sun-Shooter' Mode!"

"He is unstoppable! He's going to shoot through the roof of Staples Center today!"

The commentator no longer knew what words to use to describe the sight before him.

"Swish!"

The basketball went straight through the net once again!

Curry's eyes, like burning flames, were fixed intensely on Lin Feng.

Provoke, score, provoke again!

The pace of the game had been completely driven into madness by these two men.

The Lakers inbounded the ball.

Nash was preparing to control the rhythm and steadily bring the ball across half court.

A clear and resolute voice cut through the noise.

"Steve!"

Nash looked up.

He saw Lin Feng, having just crossed the mid-court line, standing one step away from the huge, purple and gold Los Angeles Lakers Logo, clapping his hands hard and demanding the ball.

Nash froze.

From there?

What was he trying to do?

That distance was farther than any shot he had made before!

That could no longer be called a shooting spot!

The entire audience noticed this bizarre scene, and murmurs rose everywhere.

Curry, who was guarding Lin Feng, even showed a hint of a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth when he saw this.

He simply didn't stick close, instead crossing his arms and standing inside the three-point line, as if watching a joke unfold.

"You want to shoot from there? Be my guest."

Lin Feng didn't look at Curry; his eyes were locked solely on Nash.

The confidence and determination in that look were undeniable.

Give me the ball!

Now!

Nash's heart suddenly pounded.

Logic told him this was an utterly ridiculous choice.

But looking at Lin Feng's eyes, which seemed capable of burning everything, his body's instinct overruled his logic.

He chose to believe.

To believe in this young man who had created miracles tonight!

Nash suddenly threw a cross-court pass; the basketball whistled toward Lin Feng like a cannonball.

Lin Feng caught the ball.

No dribbling.

No adjustment.

Not even a moment of aiming.

The instant the ball touched his palm, his body leaped up naturally.

Right by the Logo, just past mid-court, more than thirty feet from the hoop!

He shot it immediately!

"What did he do!?"

The commentator's voice cracked and distorted from extreme shock!

Golden State Warriors coach Mark Jackson suddenly sprang from his seat, his expression twisted into a mixture of anger and absurdity.

"No! That's not basketball!"

He roared hysterically at the court, but his voice was drowned out by the impending sonic boom.

This kind of shot was a desecration of the sport of basketball!

It was a ruthless mockery of all tactics and discipline!

The basketball left Lin Feng's fingertips.

It flew so high and so far, carving an arc beneath the Staples Center dome spotlights that challenged everyone's imagination.

The entire world fell silent at this moment.

On the court, on the benches, and in the stands, tens of thousands of spectators held their breath simultaneously.