186: Chapter 186 A Deadly Battle on Hell's Home Ground!

Lin Feng slowly revealed a calm smile.

The final hurdle of this battle for godhood...

Had begun.

He held the ball, facing Russell Westbrook.

The opponent's chest was heaving violently, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Those eyes were bloodshot, deathly locked onto the basketball in Lin Feng's hands.

"You're finished, yellow-skinned kid!"

"This is our turf!"

Westbrook used every ounce of strength in his body to squeeze out those words of malicious trash talk from between his teeth!

Lin Feng did not respond.

He didn't even give the other man a single extra glance.

He simply performed the simplest, most basic crossover in front of his body!

Then, a burst of acceleration!

Westbrook was like a powder keg being ignited, immediately sticking close to him!

His defense was full of aggression!

It was filled with a primal wildness that wanted to swallow Lin Feng alive!

But!

At the very moment their bodies were about to make contact!

Lin Feng came to a sudden stop!

With a stylish behind-the-back dribble!

The basketball switched from his left hand to his right!

At the same time, he completely shook Westbrook's fierce center of gravity!

An opportunity!

However!

Lin Feng did not choose to drive in himself!

He activated the regular Eye of the Heavenly Emperor.

The situation of the entire court was clearly presented in his mind!

He saw it!

Durant was frantically rushing over from the wing to double-team him!

From the very first play of the game, the Thunder were executing the highest level of defensive treatment against him!

"In your dreams."

A cold sneer curled at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.

With a flick of his wrist!

The basketball was passed out without the slightest hesitation!

It went into the hands of an open Nash!

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

He calmly adjusted his stance.

He took the shot!

Swish!

The basketball went straight through the net!

0-2!

The Los Angeles Lakers took the initiative as the visitors!

With a calm and logical team play, they secured the first points of the game!

The mountain-shaking boos throughout the Chesapeake Energy Arena faltered for a moment!

But it was only for a second!

The next moment!

Even more frantic, hysterical boos and curses swept in like a volcanic eruption!

Thunder on the offensive!

Westbrook received the baseline inbound pass and, like an out-of-control heavy truck, charged frantically toward the Lakers' half!

In his eyes, there were no longer any teammates!

No more tactics!

There was only the basket!

And that destructive desire to tear everything to shreds!

He charged into the Lakers' paint alone!

Facing the joint defense of Howard and Gasol!

He didn't slow down in the slightest!

He jumped forcefully, right in front of the two men!

In mid-air, using an extremely contorted posture that completely defied human mechanics!

He threw the basketball toward the hoop!

Thud!

The basketball hit the rim hard!

It bounced out!

But!

Just as Howard was preparing to secure the defensive rebound!

Another figure leaped high from behind him like a ghost!

It was Kevin Durant!

His long arms stretched to their limit in the air!

At the highest point, he grabbed the rebounding ball with one hand!

Then, he slammed it down toward the basket with all his might!

Clang!

A loud crash!

The tip-in dunk was successful!

2-2!

"Roar!!!"

After scoring, Durant let out a long howl to the sky!

He pounded his chest fiercely!

Venting all the frustration, anger, and resentment that had accumulated over three whole games!

He let it all out through this brutal tip-in dunk!

The entire arena was completely ignited!

Fans waved their towels frantically!

They shouted their hero's name at the top of their lungs!

"KD! KD! KD!"

This was only the beginning!

Over the next few possessions!

The game turned into a tragic, senseless physical battle!

Westbrook, time and again, attacked the Lakers' interior with suicidal drives!

He was like a tireless madman!

Being knocked down over and over!

And picking himself up from the floor over and over!

His eyes grew increasingly crazed!

And Durant...

Transformed into that omnipotent Reaper!

No matter how tight Artest's defense was!

No matter how fierce the Lakers' double-teams were!

He could always use those illogical, unstoppable pull-up jumpers!

To send the ball into the hoop!

The Thunder, bolstered by the mountain-shaking momentum of their home court!

Played with a desperate, do-or-die spirit!

They were trying to take the game away with a single run!

While on the Lakers' side...

Lin Feng was like the most composed chess player.

He was not infected by the opponent's frantic momentum.

He didn't activate the highly taxing Heavenly Emperors Eye · ZONE.

He simply read the game in the most conventional way.

He constantly exploited the thunder duo's impatient, victory-hungry mindset.

To force their turnovers.

He directed Howard to repeatedly cause damage in the paint!

He deployed Artest to use the toughest physical contact to drain Durant's stamina!

He himself was like the sharpest surgical scalpel!

Against the Thunder's seemingly frantic but actually loophole-filled defense!

He delivered the most lethal assists time and time again!

The scores of both sides were locked tightly together!

Every point became exceptionally difficult!

Every defensive possession was like a bloody battle of attrition!

The smell of gunpowder on the court grew stronger and stronger!

Dirty plays, trash talk, and shoving between players emerged in an endless stream!

The game had completely fallen into a primal and cruel tug-of-war!

Time ticked away, minute by minute...

When the whistle for the end of the first half sounded.

The giant screen above the arena displayed a score that made everyone feel suffocated.

52-52!

A tie!

When Lin Feng walked off the court, his forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat.

His physical exhaustion wasn't too great.

But the mental pressure had already reached the peak of this series!

In that home court of hell, enduring the frantic curses of nearly twenty thousand people while engaging in such a no-quarter-given deathmatch with the Thunder!

Every second was a massive ordeal!

In the Lakers' locker room.

The atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.

Everyone was gasping for air in large gulps.

Kobe picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his face.

His gaze swept over every tense-faced teammate.

Finally, it landed on Lin Feng.

"The second half."

Kobe's voice was raspy but full of unquestionable power.

"They will be even more frantic than in the first half."

"Hold out against their first wave of counterattacks at the start."

"And the victory will be ours."

...Meanwhile.

In the Thunder's locker room.

Durant and Westbrook sat opposite each other.

There was still no communication between them.

But through their eyes, they reached a primal consensus.

Tactics?

Cooperation?

To hell with it!

In the second half!

They were going to use their best, purest, and most primitive talent!

To completely end all of this!

Halftime was over!

The players from both sides returned to the court!

When Lin Feng saw Durant and Westbrook again.

His pupils suddenly constricted!

In those two men's eyes, there was no longer anger or impatience.

There was only a pure, cold, terrifying aura that seemed ready to destroy everything!

Their final and strongest desperate counterattack had begun.