158: A battle of gods! Kevin Durant, the Grim Reaper!

Lin Feng's gaze changed.

A pure, extreme green light lit up in the depths of his pupils.

It wasn't the color of emotion, but the manifestation of some kind of rule.

Midorima ZONE!

Activated!

Nash dribbled across the half-court and immediately felt the completely different aura emanating from Lin Feng.

It was an absolute confidence, as if the entire half-court was under his control.

He didn't hesitate for a moment and passed the ball directly to Lin Feng at the top of the arc.

Sefolosha's defense immediately stuck to him, his nerves strained to the limit.

He knew that the man in front of him was about to do something incredible.

Lin Feng caught the ball without even making any adjustments.

At a position a full two steps away from the three-point line.

He gathered the ball, jumped, and his body stretched into a perfect shooting posture in the air.

The entire movement was smooth and fluid, without a hint of effort.

As if he wasn't in an intense NBA game, but practicing shots in a training gym.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the basketball cutting through the sky.

Sefolosha had done his best; his fingertips almost touched the basketball.

But it was just a tiny bit short.

"Swish!"

A crisp and pleasant sound.

The basketball hit the net cleanly!

The entire Staples Center, after a split second of silence, instantly erupted into a mountain-shaking cheer!

"My God!"

"That went in?!"

"Two steps outside the three-point line! A pull-up right in the face of the defense!"

Barkley at the commentary desk jumped straight out of his seat, his face full of disbelief.

"This is Shintaro Midorima's shot! An absolute shooter's domain!"

On the sidelines, a glint also flashed in Kobe's eyes, his clenched fists showing his inner excitement.

He saw it, he saw that familiar, paranoid shadow that hungered for victory to the extreme.

Thunder's possession.

Durant glanced at Lin Feng, the fire in his eyes also completely ignited.

You're strong?

Coincidentally.

So am I.

Westbrook advanced with the ball; seeing Durant's gaze, he understood perfectly.

He didn't choose to drive himself but instead handed the ball to their ace.

Durant, at the same spot, faced Gasol on a defensive switch.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, using almost the exact same method as Lin Feng.

Pulled up and shot!

The basketball traced an equally graceful arc in the air.

"Swish!"

Also a clean swish!

The cheering in the entire arena came to a screeching halt.

Everyone was stunned by Durant's unreasonable response shot.

What is this?

This is a dialogue between gods!

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled up slightly, the fighting spirit in his heart increasing rather than decreasing.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

In the following few minutes, the game completely lost its tactical meaning.

It evolved into an epic scoring duel between two superstar scorers!

Lakers' possession.

As soon as Lin Feng crossed half-court, the Thunder threw a double-team at him.

Ibaka and Sefolosha, one on the left and one on the right, locked him down tightly.

They didn't give Lin Feng any space to catch the ball.

But with just a look from Lin Feng, Nash understood and sent a high-arcing lob pass.

Lin Feng leaped high in the crowd and caught the ball in mid-air.

His body lost balance due to the contact, and he began to fall backward.

But at the moment he was about to fall, he still relied on his terrifying core strength to softly flick the ball out!

"He can even shoot that?!"

The Thunder players were all dumbfounded.

The basketball, with heavy backspin, bounced twice on the rim.

Then, under everyone's tense gaze, it rolled in!

Another three-pointer!

An unbelievable fadeaway drifting three-pointer!

"Roar!"

After landing, Lin Feng rarely beat his chest and roared.

Staples Center went completely wild!

The fans were crazily chanting his name!

"MVP!"

"MVP!"

"MVP!"

However, the Reaper's scythe is always so cold and lethal.

At the other end.

Durant immediately used his signature "rip-through move" to draw a foul on Gasol.

The referee's whistle blew.

The basket counted.

And an extra free throw!

"Bang!"

Durant steadily made the free throw.

A four-point play!

He walked back to the other half with a expressionless face, as if he had just completed a trivial task.

The two players' scores rose alternately.

The score remained neck and neck.

The fans' emotions were completely ignited, their adrenaline surging wildly.

They knew they were witnessing history.

This was definitely one of the most magnificent and crazy offensive battles in basketball history!

However, basketball is, after all, a five-man sport.

Lin Feng could go toe-to-toe with Durant.

He could push himself to the limit and put on a god-level performance.

But the gap in the Lakers' overall strength was an unbridgeable chasm.

While Lin Feng gave his all on the offensive end, the defensive problems were completely exposed.

Westbrook was like an out-of-control tank, tearing through the Lakers' weak defense again and again.

Whether it was Nash or Blake, they were as flimsy as paper before him.

Ibaka's help defense and Perkins' positioning in the paint made the Lakers' offense struggle.

Except for Lin Feng, the Lakers' other scoring options were almost completely silent.

Kobe watched from the sidelines with a furrowed brow.

He knew this couldn't continue.

Lin Feng's stamina couldn't possibly support him through the entire game.

The whistle for the end of the third quarter blew.

The scoreboard showed the score: 98 to 88.

The Lakers were still trailing by 10 points.

Lin Feng exploded for 25 points in a single quarter!

This was a stat worthy of the history books.

But he didn't feel any joy.

The massive exertion made his chest heave violently, his breathing becoming incredibly heavy.

Sweat soaked his jersey, constantly dripping down his cheeks.

He covered his head with a towel and gasped for air.

The whole world seemed to hold only the sound of his own heartbeat.

The brief break between quarters ended.

The fourth quarter, the moment of the final showdown, arrived.

Lin Feng stepped back onto the court, his gaze still firm.

But his physical exhaustion began to betray him.

The stamina consumption of Midorima ZONE was terrifying.

When he received the ball again to face Durant's defense, his release speed was noticeably a fraction slower.

Just that fraction of a second difference was enough to change everything.

Durant's long arms interfered with his vision.

"Clang!"

The basketball hit the front of the rim and bounced out.

This was the first shot he missed after activating ZONE.

Though it was just one shot, it felt like an ominous omen.

Lin Feng's accuracy showed a slight decline.

While Durant on the other side still seemed like an emotionless, tireless scoring machine.

Every shot of his was as steady as Mount Tai.

Every mid-range jumper was like a sharp blade, accurately piercing the Lakers' heart.

The game time ticked away second by second.

The lead was gradually widened.

11 points.

12 points.

13 points.

Lin Feng was still fighting.

He used every last bit of strength to drive and to shoot.

But each time, he felt his body being drained a bit more.

His vision began to blur, and his legs felt as heavy as lead.

There were only three minutes left in the game.

The Lakers trailed by 13 points.

Possession was with the Thunder.

Durant had the ball, facing Lin Feng's defense head-on.

This was a direct confrontation between aces.

Durant didn't have any unnecessary movements, just a simple crossover into a pull-up.

He rose from the ground, his body leaning back slightly in the air, his form as beautiful as a painting.

Lin Feng jumped with all his might to block, his fingertips only centimeters away from the basketball.

He saw Durant's terrifyingly calm eyes.

The basketball flew from Durant's fingertips.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down countless times over.

In Lin Feng's eyes, only that orange ball remained.

"Swish."

The basketball hit the net as expected.

A soul-crushing mid-range shot.

The lead was widened to 15 points.

The game had completely lost all suspense.