201: Chapter 201 Mamba, who's risking everything? Who dares say he's getting old?

Lin Feng stood where he was.

His body was stiff.

That surging hot current rushed straight to his eyes.

Kobe's back wasn't particularly broad.

But it was incredibly resilient.

Lin Feng understood.

Everything Kobe was doing was for him.

He had been dominated.

He had been humiliated.

This veteran, covered in scars.

Was going to drag his broken body.

To stand before that monster once again.

To block the most violent onslaught for him.

D'Antoni wanted to say more.

He saw Kobe's eyes.

Those eyes were burning with obsession.

All his words got stuck in his throat.

He knew.

He couldn't talk this man out of it.

From the moment he stepped onto the court.

No one could stop him.

Kobe paid no more attention to the coaching staff.

He turned around.

His gaze swept over every teammate.

Finally.

His gaze landed on Lin Feng.

"Kid."

"Watch closely."

"Next game."

"I will use everything I have."

"To wear him down."

"To tear at him."

"What I can do for you."

"Is to open a wound in him."

"As for you."

"Whether you can plunge the knife into his heart."

"Is up to you."

Kobe finished speaking.

He turned and left the locker room.

Leaving only Lin Feng behind.

Standing there.

Countless emotions surged through his body.

He clenched his fists.

The next day.

The news spread.

Kobe would be the primary defender on James in G2.

This news.

Like a bomb.

Exploded across the entire league.

Media headlines.

Were all about this.

"Kobe's crazy!"

An ESPN commentator shouted.

"Who does he think he is?"

"His Achilles tendon has only just recovered!"

"How could he possibly stop LeBron?"

Another commentator shook his head.

"It's simply impossible."

"LeBron is in his prime right now."

"His physical attributes are historic."

"And Kobe?"

"He's just a veteran."

"His body."

"Is like a scrapped vintage car."

"Crashing a vintage car into a tank?"

"This is practically suicide!"

On TV.

Experts were arguing heatedly.

They unanimously agreed.

That Kobe's decision.

Not only wouldn't limit James.

But would instead, due to excessive physical exhaustion.

Affect Kobe's performance on the offensive end.

"This will make the Lakers lose even worse."

"Kobe is doing something futile."

"He just wants to prove himself."

"But reality will give him a slap in the face."

On the internet.

Fans were also in an uproar.

Some thought Kobe was a hero.

Some thought he was too stubborn.

More people.

Thought he was joking with his career.

Lin Feng sat in the training facility.

He looked at the news on his phone.

He felt heavy-hearted.

He knew.

How much pressure Kobe was under.

He looked up at Kobe.

Kobe was doing shooting practice.

His movements were a bit slow.

But his gaze.

Was still sharp.

James, during an interview.

Was also asked about this.

Facing the camera.

A confident expression was on his face.

"Regarding Kobe's decision."

"I show respect."

"He's a great player."

"I've always thought so."

James shrugged.

"But if he wants to guard me."

"That will be very difficult."

"I won't go easy."

"I will give it my all."

His tone.

Carried an unquestionable confidence.

He clearly didn't take it to heart.

To him.

This was just an old veteran's struggle.

Lin Feng found Kobe.

He wanted to persuade Kobe again.

"Boss."

"Are you really going to do this?"

Lin Feng's voice was a bit hoarse.

Kobe stopped shooting.

He looked at Lin Feng.

"What?"

"You think I can't do it?"

Lin Feng shook his head.

"No."

"I'm just worried about your body."

"Your Achilles just got better."

"If you get injured again."

"Then what?"

Kobe laughed.

"Kid."

"Since when did you become so nagging?"

"I said."

"I can do it."

Lin Feng wanted to say more.

Gasol walked over.

He patted Lin Feng's shoulder.

"Kobe."

"We all know you're strong."

"But LeBron is too fierce right now."

"You alone."

"It's really hard."

Gasol's tone was worried.

Kobe's gaze didn't waver at all.

"Pau."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person."

"Who gives up easily?"

"Once I've decided something."

"It won't change."

Kobe's tone was firm.

He looked at Lin Feng.

"Kid."

"You just focus on the offense."

"Make the shots."

"Everything on the defensive end."

"Leave it to me."

Kobe finished speaking.

He picked up the basketball again.

And continued shooting.

Lin Feng and Gasol looked at each other.

They knew.

Kobe's will.

Could not be shaken.

On the day of Game 2.

American Airlines Center.

The atmosphere was even more heated than Game 1.

Everyone was looking forward to it.

To watch a great show between "The King" and the "Old Mamba."

Media reporters.

Took their positions early.

Fans were wearing various jerseys.

Shouting loudly.

Miami Heat fans.

Were shouting "MVP!"

Lakers fans.

Were shouting "Kobe!"

Inside the arena.

The lights were brilliant.

The music was deafening.

Lin Feng walked onto the court.

He looked around.

A sea of people.

He took a deep breath.

He knew.

Tonight.

Would be a tough battle.

The game began.

Tip-off.

Lakers got possession.

Nash dribbled across half court.

He passed the ball to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng held the ball.

He looked at Kobe opposite him.

Kobe didn't go to guard the opponent's shooting guard.

He matched up directly with James.

James saw Kobe.

A faint smile played on the corner of his mouth.

He dribbled.

Step by step.

Advancing toward the paint.

He wanted to use power.

To post up Kobe.

James was very strong.

He believed.

Kobe couldn't possibly hold him off.

Kobe didn't back down.

He was like glue.

Clinging tightly to James.

Every time James exerted force.

Kobe used all his strength.

To push back.

To resist.

Kobe kept fronting him.

And reaching for the ball.

His defense.

Was full of experience and skill.

James felt uncomfortable.

He didn't expect.

Kobe's defense would be so desperate.

He exerted force.

Trying to push Kobe away.

Kobe was like a nail.

Firmly nailed to the ground.

James posted up to the basket.

He turned.

Attempting a hook shot.

Kobe's body.

Like a shadow.

Stuck to him.

James shot.

The ball missed.

It didn't go in.

Lakers got the rebound.

The entire crowd let out a gasp.

James's first offensive attempt.

Ended in failure.

Kobe didn't relax.

He continued to stick to James.

James got the ball again.

This time he chose to drive.

He accelerated.

Trying to shake Kobe.

Kobe's footwork.

Although not as fast as before.

But his anticipation was excellent.

He established position early.

Blocking James's driving lane.

James was forced to stop.

He tried a fadeaway jumper.

Kobe's contest.

Was perfect.

The ball James shot.

Missed again.

It didn't go in.

Two consecutive offensive attempts.

James had come up empty.

The entire American Airlines Center.

Went quiet.

Everyone was looking at Kobe.

On his face.

Sweat was pouring down.

His eyes.

Were full of fighting spirit.

Kobe proved with his actions.

That even if his body was aging.

That championship heart belonging to the black mamba.

Was still burning hot.

Lin Feng looked at Kobe.

He felt a surge of power.

Transferred from Kobe.

He knew.

It was time.

He had to respond to Kobe's trust.

Lin Feng took the pass from Nash.

He dribbled across half court.

He looked at the basket.

He was going to shoot.

This time.

He wouldn't hesitate again.