208: Chapter 208 An Undefendable Monster!

Half a second.

Kobe used his nearly broken leg to buy Lin Feng those golden half-seconds.

In those very half-seconds, Lin Feng moved.

He didn't shoot, and he didn't pass.

He chose the way the Miami Heat least expected—a drive!

Like a Cheetah that had been waiting for its moment, he lowered his entire body, keeping the basketball at an extremely low position.

Boom!

The first step was a blur of speed!

Wade only felt a gust of wild wind sweep past him; he didn't even have time to react before Lin Feng's figure appeared behind him.

Too fast! This simply wasn't a speed a human should possess!

The Miami Heat's defensive line was instantly torn open.

Bosh and James immediately collapsed from both sides, forming a new barrier in an attempt to close the gate.

Their reactions were at the absolute limit of speed.

But in Lin Feng's eyes, which flickered with an eerie red light, all their movements seemed like slow-motion replays.

Every person's movement trajectory, every shift in center of gravity, and the tiniest, most fleeting gap in the defensive formation—everything was laid bare!

Just as Bosh and James were about to close in, Lin Feng made an inconceivable change of direction while moving at high speed.

Without slowing down in the slightest, the basketball seemed glued to his hand.

Like a slippery fish, he forced his way through the closing gap!

The Miami Heat's interior was completely wide open!

"Not good!" Spoelstra suddenly stood up from the sidelines.

He knew Lin Feng was about to score.

However, Lin Feng once again made a choice that exceeded everyone's expectations.

He didn't go for a layup. After drawing all the defensive attention, he flicked his wrist lightly outward.

Without looking, the basketball flew like a guided missile, accurately toward the forty-five-degree mark on the left.

There, Gasol had just run into an open spot.

The basketball landed comfortably in his hands.

There was no one in front of him.

Gasol took a steady mid-range shot.

Swish!

The basketball hit the center of the net!

5 to 0!

The entire Staples Center fell into a brief silence, followed by an explosion of cheers more thunderous than any before!

The fans were stunned.

What was that sequence of moves just now? That driving speed! That ghostly change of direction! That scalpel-sharp pass!

This wasn't just a scorer anymore; this was a court Magic Johnson in a scorer's clothing!

James's expression became more serious than ever before.

He walked up to Wade: "Dwyane, let's switch on the next play. I'll handle him."

Wade nodded, a trace of lingering shock still on his face.

Just now, he hadn't even managed to touch the edge of Lin Feng's jersey.

The Los Angeles Lakers retreated to defend, and Lin Feng passed by Kobe.

Kobe's chest was heaving violently; that screen just now had exhausted almost all his strength.

He looked at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with unmistakable shock.

"Kid, nice work."

Lin Feng didn't say anything, only giving Kobe a heavy nod.

The Miami Heat attacked.

This time, James didn't choose to force his way against Kobe.

He knew it was pointless. He handed the ball to Wade.

Wade drove, drew the defense, and then passed it back to James.

James caught the ball and took a mid-range jump shot.

Swish!

The shot went in.

5 to 2.

James used the most reliable method to break the scoring drought for the Miami Heat.

It was the Los Angeles Lakers' turn to attack, and Nash dribbled the ball across the half-court.

James walked directly in front of Lin Feng.

He spread his arms, blocking Lin Feng like a wall.

The eyes of the entire arena were focused here.

The King was going to personally defend that monster! This was a direct showdown between kings!

Lin Feng's expression didn't change at all; those red pupils were as calm as a bottomless lake.

He began to dribble, the ball weaving between his legs and behind his back constantly, the rhythm unpredictable.

James remained unmoved, his eyes locked onto Lin Feng's shoulders.

He believed that with his experience, strength, and anticipation, no one could easily drive past him!

Suddenly, Lin Feng's body dipped sharply to the left—an incredibly realistic crossover fake!

James's body instinctively shifted half a step to the left; it was the natural reaction of a top-tier defender.

However, in the 0.01 seconds that his center of gravity moved, Lin Feng's body snapped back in the opposite direction like a spring!

His ball-handling was perfectly integrated with his movement!

James's heart sank.

He'd been fooled!

He immediately turned to chase, but Lin Feng's speed was too fast!

One step, just one step.

Lin Feng had already gained half a body's length.

He charged into the paint, and the Miami Heat's defense fell into chaos once again.

Just when everyone thought he was going to pass again, Lin Feng took off a step inside the free-throw line!

His body had a clear lean back in the air; it was a high-difficulty pull-up fadeaway!

Bosh jumped high, extending his arms in an attempt to block it.

But Lin Feng's release point was too high, and the ball cleared Bosh's fingertips.

Swish!

Another clean basket!

7 to 2!

James stood where he was, looking back at the hoop, a trace of disbelief appearing on his face for the first time.

How was that possible?

His defensive anticipation had completely failed?

Just now, he clearly felt he had defended to the absolute limit, but it was as if the opponent knew exactly what he was going to do in advance.

He was always half a beat faster.

"LeBron!" Spoelstra shouted loudly from the sidelines, "Don't be fooled by his fakes! Stick to him! Use your body!"

James took a deep breath and nodded.

He admitted that he had underestimated his opponent a bit earlier.

Over the next few possessions, the game turned into a complete individual duel between Lin Feng and James.

James used every defensive technique in his arsenal.

He anticipated.

He boxed out.

He used his body for physical contact.

But every time, he met with failure.

Lin Feng was like a prophet from the future.

He knew every defensive move James made and every subtle shift in his center of gravity like the back of his hand.

He could always make a counter-move one step before James could react.

It was either an elusive pass to assist a teammate for a score,

Or finishing it himself in some inconceivable way.

When he used the speed of Aomine ZONE to attack, you couldn't keep up.

When you thought you could match his speed, he could make a lethal shot with the precision of Midorima ZONE from any unreasonable posture.

Even more terrifying was that all of this was under the anticipation of the Eye of the Heavenly Emperor.

He had become a truly unguardable monster!

With one minute left in the third quarter, the Los Angeles Lakers were already up by 10 points.

Staples Center had long since become a sea of joy, with fans frantically chanting Lin Feng's name.

The Miami Heat's morale had been crushed to rock bottom; they looked at the back of that number 1 jersey with helplessness and despair.

The final possession.

Lin Feng held the ball again outside the three-point line.

James stood before him, his chest heaving violently.

Sweat kept pouring down his cheeks; he felt like he was on the verge of collapse.

Defending Lin Feng was more exhausting than playing the entire game himself.

He looked at Lin Feng, filled with unwilling defiance.

He wanted to reclaim his dignity with this final defensive stop!

Lin Feng looked at James.

He knew it was time.

It was time to use a performance worthy of the history books to completely shatter the King's will.

He moved.

A street-style 'Shammgod' move!

He slammed the ball down and quickly pulled it back, his body following with an incredibly realistic shooting fake.

This was the wildness belonging to Aomine Daiki!

James's defensive experience was vast, but under the future sight of the Eye of the Heavenly Emperor, his battle-hardened defensive instincts became his greatest weakness!

His center of gravity wavered for a split second!

Now!

Seizing that fraction of a second, Lin Feng didn't choose to shoot.

He made a move that made the whole world hold its breath.

He leaped backward forcefully, his body leaning back at an extreme angle in the air.

His body was almost parallel to the ground!

This was the Formless Shot belonging to Aomine Daiki!

It was impossible to guarantee a high field goal percentage from such a position!

After James landed, he looked back, his face filled with horror.

However, in that weightless state just before falling, Lin Feng released the ball.

His hand form, his flick of the ball, and his follow-through were textbook-perfect!

This was the absolute precision belonging to Shintaro Midorima!

Swish!

The basketball traced a high, perfect arc and hit the center of the net!

A buzzer-beater!

After James landed, he looked back at the ball still rolling in the net.

For the first time, his face showed an expression that was almost vacant and full of disbelief!

He couldn't understand it.

He completely failed to understand.

How could a person merge such contradictory techniques together!