192: Chapter 192 The Emperor Across the Ocean! The Real Rival!

Overnight, this name transcended the realm of basketball!

It became synonymous with a legend!

Global social networks were completely ignited by this game!

On Twitter's trending list, eight of the top ten were related to this game!

#LinFengGameWinner#

#LakersEpicComeback#

#Thunder3-1BlownLead#

#FeelForDurant#

#KingOfThreeQueens#

Under every hashtag, tens of millions of frantic discussions gathered!

"I've watched basketball for thirty years! This is the greatest comeback I've ever seen! Bar none!"

"That final shot simply didn't follow the laws of physics! How did he do it?!"

"I declare that from today on, I am a fan of Lin Feng! He is the God of Basketball!"

"Poor Durant and Westbrook; they played a perfect third quarter, but they were facing a monster with cheat codes!"

The fans' carnival and the media's praise pushed the hype for this game to an unprecedented peak!

It was no longer just a victory in a basketball game.

It turned into a modern myth about miracles, comebacks, and how a nobody conquered the world in a single night!

And while the entire world was still immersed in the massive shock brought by this epic victory...

On the far-off East Coast of America.

Another Game 7, equally brutal and suffocating, had already reached its most white-hot stage.

Miami.

American Airlines Arena.

This was LeBron James's kingdom.

The Miami Heat were at home against the Indiana Pacers.

Unlike the Western matchup filled with talent-on-talent explosions and miraculous performances...

This Game 7 in the East was filled with the most primitive, iron-blooded flavor from the very start!

The collision of muscles!

Suffocating defense!

Every point felt like it was painfully scraped out of a meat grinder!

Paul George, that young, rising superstar, was like a piece of inescapable sticky tape, tightly entangling James!

The iron tower in the paint, Roy Hibbert, used his massive frame to build a no-fly zone in the restricted area!

The game was exceptionally tense!

LeBron James, the universally acknowledged best player in the league, was facing immense pressure!

He could feel his opponent's frantic desire to pull him down from his throne!

The halftime whistle blew.

The score between the two sides remained deadlocked.

In the Heat's locker room.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

The players' faces all bore a hint of fatigue and gravity that couldn't be hidden.

On the TV on the wall, the sports channel host was replaying the scene that happened in Oklahoma a few hours ago over and over again in an almost frantic, high-pitched tone!

"My God! Look at it again!"

"Lin Feng! He's like a bolt of black lightning! He blew past Westbrook!"

"He challenged Ibaka's block! With a double-clutch that completely defied human biomechanics, he threw the ball up!"

"It's in! A game-winner! The game is over!"

"The greatest comeback in NBA history has been born!"

On the screen.

The image of that Eastern man wearing the number 11 jersey falling straight back after completing that heaven-defying game-winner...

...was being played repeatedly in slow motion by the cameras.

It was filled with a tragic, heroic beauty!

"This guy is truly a monster."

Dwyane Wade picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the screen.

His tone was filled with the purest appreciation and shock that one top scorer has for another.

"That double-clutch... I can't even imagine how a human's core could possibly make that kind of move."

Chris Bosh couldn't help but speak up as well.

"And to do it while physically and mentally exhausted, against a defender of Ibaka's caliber..."

"It's too ridiculous."

"It's practically a miracle!"

The other players in the locker room were also buzzing with discussion.

They were all deeply shaken by that miraculous shot from the distant West.

In the entire locker room.

Only one person didn't speak.

LeBron James.

He sat quietly in his spot, expressionless.

He ignored his teammates' discussion.

His gaze, like two sharp scalpels, was locked onto the TV screen.

Locked onto that falling, young figure.

There was no shock in his eyes, nor was there envy.

There was only an unprecedented gravity!

And seriousness!

He wasn't watching a miraculous highlight reel.

He was scrutinizing a true opponent!

From that young man, from the decisiveness in his reckless charge to the basket, and from the look in his eyes as he used his last ounce of strength to put the ball in the hoop...

...James felt the aura of a kindred spirit!

It was a desire for victory so paranoid it bordered on madness!

It was a will to win that could use everything one had as fuel to burn!

He knew.

A challenger truly qualified to stand across from him and challenge his throne...

...had been born.

"LeBron."

head coach Erik Spoelstra's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"In the second half, we need you to take over the game."

James slowly withdrew his gaze.

He didn't answer the coach.

He simply stood up.

In those eyes that had always been full of dominance, there was now only a pure, cold, machine-like focus!

The second half began!

The moment James stepped back onto the court!

Everyone felt that he was different!

The aura around him had become more terrifying than ever before!

More suffocating!

He no longer made any redundant, exploratory passes!

He activated the strongest mode that made the entire league tremble!

Full-power LeBron!

Pacers' possession!

Paul George had the ball, attempting to play isolation!

But!

James was like a moving steel wall!

He closed in directly with the most brutal physical contact!

BAM!

A dull thud sounded!

Paul George, along with the ball, was violently knocked back a step!

The ball came loose!

Steal!

James was like a prehistoric beast escaping its cage!

He picked up the basketball and launched a devastating fast break toward the Pacers' half!

When his massive body ran across the court, it was filled with a sense of desperate pressure!

The Pacers players scrambled back on defense!

But!

It was useless!

James simply crushed all defenders standing in his way!

He charged into the paint!

Facing Hibbert's high-reaching hand for the block!

Tomahawk dunk over the defender!

CLANG!

The rim let out a painful groan!

The entire American Airlines Arena was completely ignited by this play!

This was only the beginning!

In the time that followed.

The game completely turned into LeBron James's one-man dominance show!

Scoring!

Defense!

Playmaking!

He was like an omnipotent Emperor on the basketball court!

With a chase-down pin-block, he violently swatted Lance Stephenson's layup out of bounds!

With a scalpel-sharp, precision no-look pass, he assisted Wade for an easy score!

With an unreasonable step-back three in the face of defense, he completely blew the lead open!

He completely took over the game!

Using the purest, most primitive, and most unrivaled talent!

He told everyone.

Who was the true, the only, King of this league!

In the end, the Heat won Game 7 without much trouble, advancing to the NBA Finals for the third consecutive year.