169: God's chessboard! The collapse of the Thunder's defensive system!

The entire Staples Center was completely engulfed in a frenzy of roaring cheers!

Tens of thousands of fans jumped from their seats, waving their arms, shouting with all their might!

They couldn't believe their eyes!

What had they just witnessed?!

Facing the league's top scorer, Kevin Durant's Death-Defying Block attempt!

Nick Young, the usually goofy "isolation king"!

Had actually sunk an utterly unreasonable three-pointer in a manner that bordered on humiliation!

"God!"

"That was a fluke, right? That had to be a fluke!"

On the commentary desk, Barkley was so excited he leaped straight from his chair, his voice growing hoarse from overexcitement!

"To make a shot like that over Kevin Durant! Nick Young could brag about this for the rest of his life!"

On the court.

Even Nick Young himself was stunned after making the shot.

He stared blankly at his own hands, his face filled with disbelief.

That feeling from a moment ago... that feeling of the basket being as wide as the ocean... that feeling of being a god... what exactly was that?!

He instinctively turned his head to look at the man who had passed him the ball.

Lin Feng still wore that calm expression, simply nodding at him once more.

His gaze seemed to say,

"This is just the beginning."

The expressions on the Thunder players' faces completely changed.

If Gasol and Nash's baskets were bizarre,

Then Nick Young's shot just now was pure, unadulterated provocation!

Kevin Durant's face was terrifyingly dark.

He felt his face burning with shame.

To be scored on in such a manner by a role player was an utter disgrace to him!

"Lock him down!"

"Stick to that damn guy like glue!"

Durant growled in a low voice to his teammates beside him.

The Thunder's defensive strategy changed once again.

They began frantically targeting Nick Young!

As soon as Nick Young touched the ball, two, even three defenders would immediately pounce on him like mad dogs!

They'd rather leave others open than let this "hot-handed" guy touch the ball again!

However.

This played right into Lin Feng's hands.

On the Lakers' next possession.

Lin Feng held the ball at the top of the key.

Nick Young merely made a token run along the baseline, instantly drawing the defensive attention of both Durant and Sefolosha!

A massive, gaping hole opened up in the Thunder's interior defense!

Lin Feng's gaze didn't even glance in Nick Young's direction.

His eyes met Gasol's, who was positioned at the free-throw line.

[Emperors Edict]!

No need for any complex tactical signals!

Just a single glance!

Gasol understood perfectly!

He spun around sharply, charging toward the basket like a Spanish bull, utterly without reason!

The ball in Lin Feng's hands slipped perfectly under Ibaka's arm!

A flawless bounce pass!

Gasol caught the ball with no one in front of him!

He didn't even need to dribble, taking two giant strides and leaping high!

"Boom!"

A two-handed slam dunk!

The rim groaned in pain!

The entire Staples Center was ignited once more!

The Thunder players were completely dumbfounded.

They looked at each other, each face filled with bewilderment.

Defend Nick Young?

Then Gasol scores!

So next possession, defend Gasol? Or keep defending Nick Young?

Their defensive system, under Lin Feng's bizarre, god-script-like orchestration, was thrown into complete chaos!

They simply didn't know who to defend!

Because under Lin Feng's command, every player on the Lakers seemed capable of transforming into an unstoppable scoring machine in the next second!

"Russell! Use your speed! Attack them!"

Coach Brooks on the sidelines roared at the court!

He had given up on thinking!

All he hoped now was that his star point guard could use the most primitive, most violent method to break the Lakers' bizarre rhythm!

Westbrook heard his coach's command!

A blazing fire ignited in his eyes!

He received the inbound pass and charged toward the Lakers' half-court like a beast unleashed, with ferocious intensity!

He would solve this problem his own way!

He would tear apart the opponent's laughable defense with his drives!

However.

The moment he launched his attack.

Lin Feng, standing opposite him, had a faint golden glint flash in his eyes.

[Heavenly Emperors Eye · ZONE]!

All of Westbrook's movements were infinitely slowed down in his vision.

Lin Feng saw it!

He saw Westbrook's driving lane!

He saw the shoulder Westbrook would subconsciously lower to generate power!

He even saw the fierce elbow Westbrook would use to clear a path in 0.3 seconds!

Lin Feng didn't move.

He didn't even assume a defensive stance.

He simply glanced out of the corner of his eye at Artest, positioned on the wing.

That league-top enforcer who had once triggered the Malice at the Palace Incident.

Artest's mind jolted sharply!

A crystal-clear command was imprinted in his brain!

"Take a half-step to the left! Plant your feet!"

Artest didn't hesitate at all!

His body, like a precision machine, subconsciously executed the command!

The next second!

"Thud!"

A dull, thunderous crash of colliding muscle!

Westbrook, like an out-of-control high-speed train, slammed hard into the steel wall that Artest had already prepared!

Both men fell to the floor simultaneously!

"Beeeeep—!"

The referee's whistle pierced sharply!

He immediately made the call!

Charging foul!

Offensive foul!

"WHAT?!"

Westbrook sprang up from the floor, pointing at himself in disbelief, roaring furiously at the referee!

"Are you blind?! He ran into me!"

But the referee paid no heed to his protest.

The Staples Center erupted in deafening cheers!

And on the sidelines.

The Thunder's head coach, Scott Brooks, stood completely stunned.

He looked at the court.

At that number 11 jersey, calmly helping Artest up from the floor.

His clipboard, filled with plays, slipped from his hands and clattered to the floor.

In all his years of coaching.

He had never seen such a bizarre game!

This wasn't basketball anymore!

This was more like a stage play where that number 11 player had written the entire script in advance!

And his players, everyone on the Thunder!

Were merely pathetic pawns in his script, moving step by step toward defeat as he willed!

The Lakers' morale soared to unprecedented heights!

Every role player played with newfound confidence!

They were no longer afraid to shoot!

Because they had discovered a truth!

As long as they ran to the spot Lin Feng "indicated" with his eyes!

The ball would definitely go in!

Lin Feng strolled casually on the court.

His scoring wasn't high.

But his assist count was rising at a terrifyingly rapid pace!

Every pass was like a precise scalpel, ruthlessly slicing open the Thunder's already porous defense!

After yet another assist to Howard for an alley-oop finish.

Lin Feng subtly rubbed his temple.

A sharp, stabbing pain exploded deep within his brain.

Each activation of [Heavenly Emperors Eye · ZONE] felt like performing an ultra-high-intensity mental calculation.

The toll on his mental energy was immense.

"Doo—!"

The halftime buzzer finally sounded.

The scoreboard above the arena displayed a score that left everyone in disbelief.

62:50!

The home team, the Los Angeles Lakers, actually led the powerful Oklahoma Thunder by a full 12 points!

...In the Thunder's locker room.

The atmosphere was oppressively tense.

"Bang!"

Westbrook viciously threw a towel onto the floor.

His eyes bloodshot, he roared angrily at his teammates.

"What the hell are you all doing?!"

"Why can't you even defend guys like Nick Young and Artest?!"

No one in the locker room dared to speak.

Only Kevin Durant.

He sat silently in his spot, not saying a word.

His eyes held no anger.

Only a deep, bone-chilling gravity.

His gaze was fixed intently on the stat sheet in his hands.

Lin Feng: 5 points, 2 rebounds, 15 assists.

These stats were too bizarre.