204: Chapter 204 The Mamba Falls! Blood Stains the Arena!

Kobe's eyes held a sense of resolve.

He wanted to use his remaining strength.

To complete this offensive play.

He received the pass from Nash.

The ball landed steadily in his hands.

Only five seconds remained.

The eyes of everyone in the arena were focused on him.

Wade, like a Cheetah, stared at him intently.

He knew.

This was the shot that would decide the game.

Kobe held the ball.

He glanced at the timer.

Then.

He made a signature breakthrough move.

A wide crossover.

Immediately after.

His center of gravity shifted abruptly to the left.

His movements seemed a bit sluggish.

But that familiar feeling.

Made Wade's heart tremble.

Wade was an experienced defender.

He anticipated Kobe's breakthrough direction.

His body moved quickly to the left.

Attempting to block Kobe's path.

But Kobe was like a cunning ghost.

At the moment Wade's center of gravity shifted.

He suddenly pushed off in the opposite direction.

His body instantly and rapidly changed direction to the right.

Wade was shaken off.

Leaving only half a body's width of space.

It was this half-body width.

Kobe successfully blew past Wade.

He was like an unsheathed sword.

Charging toward the basket!

He rushed into the paint.

James was under the basket.

He reacted quickly.

His body leaped high.

Preparing to block Kobe's shot.

Kobe didn't hesitate.

He leaped high.

His body stretched out in the air.

He was going for a layup.

This was his most familiar method.

At the moment he jumped.

Wade, who had come over to help on defense.

He didn't give up.

He extended his arm as far as possible.

In the air.

He made physical contact with Kobe.

This contact.

Was very light.

But it was enough to affect Kobe's balance.

Kobe's body wobbled in the air.

He tried his best to adjust his posture.

Wanting to land steadily.

However.

An accident happened.

As Kobe landed.

His supporting foot.

Didn't land firmly.

His knee.

That knee with the recurring old injury.

Suffered a strange twist.

"Argh!"

A roar of pain.

Resonated throughout the American Airlines Arena.

That sound.

Was filled with endless pain.

Was filled with frustration.

Kobe's body.

Fell heavily to the ground.

Both his hands.

Clutched his knee tightly.

His face.

Instantly turned deathly pale.

The game.

Was immediately paused.

The referee's whistle.

Became sharp and piercing.

The entire American Airlines Arena.

Fell into a deathly silence.

All sounds.

All cheers.

All boos.

At this moment.

Came to an abrupt halt.

The air.

Seemed to have frozen.

Lin Feng's heart.

Suddenly tightened.

He saw Kobe fall.

He saw Kobe's expression.

He saw Kobe clutching his knee.

Lin Feng rushed over.

He rushed to Kobe's side.

"Boss!"

His voice.

Carried a hint of trembling.

Carried deep concern.

All the players.

Gathered around.

Including James and Wade.

Their faces.

Were filled with worry.

Were filled with anxiety.

James looked at Kobe.

His expression.

Became solemn.

Wade lowered his head.

He didn't dare look at Kobe.

He knew.

That contact.

Though light.

Perhaps.

Was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The Team Doctor rushed onto the court urgently.

They quickly ran to Kobe's side.

To examine Kobe's knee.

Kobe's face.

Was filled with frustration.

Was filled with pain.

He looked at the Team Doctor.

He tried to struggle to stand up.

"I'm fine."

His voice.

Had become hoarse.

Had become weak.

He wanted to stand up.

He wanted to keep playing.

He wanted to finish this last offensive play.

As soon as he exerted force.

The intense pain in his knee.

Caused him to collapse to the ground again.

"Kobe!"

Lin Feng supported him.

"Don't move!"

His voice.

Carried a commanding tone.

Carried anxiety.

The Team Doctor shook his head.

"The situation is very bad."

"He must leave the court."

"Examine him immediately."

Kobe didn't speak.

He just.

Stared intently at the basket.

In his eyes.

It was filled with frustration.

It was filled with despair.

He knew.

He was done.

He was really done.

Nash walked over.

He patted Kobe's shoulder.

"Kobe."

His voice.

Carried heartache.

Carried sorrow.

Gasol's eyes turned red.

He looked at Kobe.

He wanted to say something.

But couldn't say a single word.

Howard lowered his head.

He didn't dare look into Kobe's eyes.

He knew.

That was the fall of a hero.

Finally.

With the support of his teammates.

Kobe limped.

And was substituted off.

Every step he took.

Seemed exceptionally difficult.

Every step.

Felt like it was stepping on Lin Feng's heart.

Lin Feng looked at Kobe's back.

His heart.

Felt like it was being cut by a knife.

He knew.

Kobe, for him.

And for this team.

Had given everything.

Even.

Gambling his own professional career.

Kobe didn't.

Return to the Locker room.

He refused.

The suggestions of the Team Doctor and coach.

He sat.

At the entrance of the Player tunnel.

His eyes.

Stared intently at the court.

That lonely silhouette.

Made fans all over the world.

Heartbroken.

Lin Feng looked at Kobe's back.

His heart.

Was filled with anger.

Was filled with frustration.

He knew.

He couldn't let Kobe's sacrifice.

Become meaningless.

He had to fight for Kobe.

He had to fight for the Lakers.

He had to fight for himself.

He wanted those.

Who mocked Kobe.

To pay the price.

He wanted those.

Who looked down on the Lakers.

To shut up.

Lin Feng's gaze.

Became more determined than ever before.

Inside his body.

A powerful force.

Was constantly surging.

He wanted to explode.

He wanted to let everyone know.

The mamba mentality.

Will never be extinguished.

The game was paused.

The referees were still discussing.

How to make the call.

The Miami Heat head coach.

Spoelstra.

Walked to the referee's side.

He said something.

The referee nodded.

Lin Feng heard.

Reporters on the sidelines discussing.

"Kobe's injury."

"Looks very serious."

"Perhaps."

"His career is going to end early."

Lin Feng's heart.

Suddenly trembled.

He clenched his fists.

He looked toward.

James and Wade.

Their faces.

Still carried worry.

But more so.

A sense of being at a loss.

They knew.

Kobe's injury.

Perhaps.

Would change the course of the entire NBA Finals.

The referee made the call.

Wade, Blocking foul.

Kobe was awarded two free throws.

But Kobe.

Could no longer stand at the Free throw line.

The Lakers.

Could only send a substitute player to take the free throws.

Lin Feng watched.

As the substitute player stood at the Free throw line.

His heart.

Was filled with frustration.

These were Kobe's.

With his life.

Earned free throws.

He couldn't.

Let them go to waste.

The substitute player.

Steadily.

Made both free throws.

109 to 109.

Both sides were tied.

The game.

Had only 3.7 seconds left.

The Miami Heat.

Had the final possession.

Lin Feng walked to his teammates.

His gaze.

Swept across everyone.

"We can't lose."

His voice.

Carried a hint of hoarseness.

Carried determination.

"For Kobe."

His words.

Like an electric current.

Instantly spread through the hearts of every teammate.

Everyone's expression.

Changed.

They looked toward.

The entrance of the Player tunnel.

That lonely silhouette.

That unyielding soul.

They knew.

They couldn't let Kobe down.

Coach D'Antoni.

Was arranging the final defensive tactic.

His voice.

Also carried a hint of trembling.

"We must defend this shot."

"We must drag the game into overtime."

Lin Feng watched.

The Miami Heat arranging their tactic.

He saw.

James saying something to his teammates.

His gaze.

Was filled with killing intent.

He knew.

James.

Would be the one.

To finish this final attack.

He had to stop him.

He must stop him.

For Kobe.

To protect this final dignity.

The game.

Resumed.

The Miami Heat inbounded the ball from the sideline.

James received the ball.

He dribbled.

And rushed quickly to the frontcourt.

Lin Feng.

Like a bolt of lightning.

Rushed up.

He wanted to go one-on-one.

Defending James.

James, facing Lin Feng.

Made a crossover.

Trying to shake off Lin Feng.

Lin Feng stuck to him tightly.

Not giving him an inch of space.

James's body.

Suddenly took a step back.

He wanted to.

Take a pull-up jumper.

Lin Feng leaped high.

He used all his strength.

To contest the shot.

His fingertips.

Were away from the basketball.

By less than a centimeter.

The basketball.

From his fingertips.

Brushed past.

Drawing a.

Strange arc.

"Swish!"

The basketball.

Went cleanly through the net.

111 to 109.

The Miami Heat.

Game-winning shot!

The final whistle.

"BEEP—!"

Resonated through the arena.

All the Heat fans.

Stood up.

They cheered.

They shouted.

They celebrated.

Lin Feng's heart.

Went cold.

He stood.

Blankly on the spot.

He looked at.

James.

He looked at.

The cheering Heat players.

He looked at.

On the scoreboard.

That glaring score.

He lost.

The Lakers lost.

At the moment Kobe.

Fell.

They.

Still lost.

Lin Feng's body.

Felt like it had been emptied.

He felt.

A wave of powerlessness.

He felt.

A wave of despair.

He looked toward.

The entrance of the Player tunnel.

Kobe.

Was still sitting there.

His back.

Seemed so.

Lonely.

So.

Desolate.

Lin Feng's eyes.

Turned red.

He knew.

At this moment.

Kobe's heart.

Must.

Hurt even more than his.

He refused to return to the Locker room and sat right at the entrance of the Player tunnel, his eyes fixed intently on the court. That lonely silhouette made fans all over the world heartbroken.