185: Chapter 185 The Final Battlefield! The Queens' Cheer!

The final battlefield of Game 7.

It was here.

The moment the Lakers players walked out of the player tunnel.

The entire Chesapeake Energy Arena felt as if a depth charge had been dropped into it!

Boom!

Nearly twenty thousand Thunder fans, all wearing matching blue T-shirts, suddenly stood up from their seats!

They used every ounce of strength in their bodies to let out deafening boos filled with hatred!

"Boo—!"

That sound converged into a visible blue wave of noise!

It swept crazily toward the center of the court, toward those few figures wearing purple and gold jerseys!

This was hell.

It was widely recognized across the league as the most terrifying away court!

During the pre-game warm-ups.

The court was clearly divided into two worlds.

On the Thunder's side.

Durant and Westbrook didn't say a word.

There was no communication between them, not even a single exchange of glances.

However, the expressions on their faces were surprisingly consistent.

Determined!

Like two death row inmates about to walk onto the execution ground!

Or like two final soldiers preparing to launch a suicide charge!

They knew this was their last chance.

If they won, they would still be the heroes of this city and the future of the league.

If they lost, they would be nailed to the pillar of shame in history, becoming the first team in NBA history to be overturned after leading 3-0!

They couldn't afford to lose!

On the Lakers' side.

The atmosphere seemed unusually calm.

Kobe's face bore a bloodthirsty calmness.

He was like an aging black mamba that had already caught the scent of blood.

Patiently waiting for that moment to deliver the fatal blow to his prey.

The rest of the team, influenced by Lin Feng's composed aura, didn't show any signs of nervousness either.

They simply focused on their own warm-ups.

It was as if the mountain-shaking boos in their ears didn't even exist.

Lin Feng stood at the free-throw line.

Time after time, he repeated the most monotonous free-throw practice.

There was no expression on his face.

Calm as a deep well.

As if what was about to start wasn't a life-or-death Game 7.

But just an ordinary regular-season game.

Before the game started.

The live director knew exactly how to create a buzz.

After the national anthem ceremony, he didn't immediately point the camera at the players about to tip off.

Instead, he slowly panned across the first row of the courtside seats.

At the commentary desk.

Charles Barkley was passionately analyzing the tactics of both sides.

"The key for the Thunder tonight lies with Durant and Westbrook; they must..."

He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly stuck.

His eyes were fixed intently on the close-up shot provided by the director.

In the frame.

A woman wearing sunglasses and bright red lipstick sat there quietly.

Her aura was so powerful that even in this arena of nearly twenty thousand people, it still couldn't be masked!

Kenny Smith's voice even changed pitch!

"My God! Is... Is that Taylor Swift?!"

"Am I seeing this right?! The music industry queen has actually appeared at the scene of Game 7!"

However!

This was only the beginning!

The director's camera, as if it had been planned long ago, slowly panned to another corner of the court.

There.

A gentle-looking Eastern girl in a white dress was clutching the hem of her clothes somewhat nervously.

Her beauty was so dazzling and eye-catching, even among the sea of beauties at the NBA courtside!

Barkley jumped straight up from his chair!

"Yuna Kim! It's Yuna Kim!"

"The center of that top Korean girl group! She's here too!"

"What on earth is going on?!"

All the fans watching the live broadcast around the world went crazy!

Their brains had completely stalled!

These two female protagonists, who were at the very center of the public opinion storm, had actually both come to the scene!

Who were they here to see?!

The answer was self-evident!

Just when everyone thought this was the limit for tonight.

The director delivered a fatal third strike!

The camera cut to the area behind the Lakers' bench.

There.

A woman in a black trench coat was sitting elegantly with her legs crossed.

She wasn't wearing sunglasses, nor was she wearing any disguise.

That peerless face, which made men all over the world go crazy, was presented clearly before everyone's eyes!

Scarlett Johansson!

The commentary desk fell into a deathly silence!

Barkley and Smith both had their mouths open, unable to say a single word!

They felt like their hearts were about to stop beating!

Crazy!

The world had gone completely mad!

These three queen-level women, who each had hundreds of millions of fans globally!

Had actually completed such an epic, once-in-a-century appearance together at the scene of Game 7!

They weren't sitting together.

Instead, they were distributed in three different corners of the court like a tripod of power.

But!

Their gazes were all like searchlights!

Locked firmly onto that Eastern man in the center of the court wearing the Lakers' number 11 jersey!

The arena DJ began to introduce the starting players for both sides.

Whenever a Thunder player's name was called, the arena erupted in mountain-shaking cheers!

But when the Lakers players were called, especially Lin Feng's name!

What greeted him were vicious boos and curses loud enough to lift the roof off the arena!

However.

Amidst those sky-filling boos.

Audiences around the world saw an incredibly bizarre scene through the television broadcast cameras.

Taylor Swift gave a smile full of encouragement and possessiveness toward Lin Feng.

Yoona had her hands clasped in front of her chest, her eyes filled with nervousness and prayer.

And Scarlett Johansson.

She simply raised her hand slowly and gave the man a light round of applause.

That playful smile seemed to say,

"King."

"Let me see your final battle."

At this moment, for that common goal, the battlefield of love...

Reached a brief, bizarre, united front!

"Beep—!"

The referee blew the whistle to start the game!

Howard exerted himself to tip the ball from Perkins' hand toward the backcourt!

The Lakers gained the first offensive possession!

Unsurprisingly, the basketball was immediately handed to Lin Feng!

He stood outside the three-point line.

Facing Westbrook's bloodthirsty eyes that were almost spitting fire!

Feeling the cold gaze Durant threw from the wing!

Listening to nearly twenty thousand spectators in his ears using the most vicious language to hurl crazy curses at him!

Lin Feng slowly revealed a calm smile.

The final hurdle of this battle for godhood...

Had begun.