209: Chapter 209 The Cornerstone of the Throne! A Miracle Descends!

The basketball was still rolling gently within the net.

That "swish" seemed to still be echoing in everyone's ears.

It was as if time had been paused.

Staples Center, an arena of nearly twenty thousand people, was deathly silent.

Everyone was standing.

Everyone's mouths were agape.

They looked at the back of the number one on the court, their eyes filled with incomprehension.

What was that just now?

A fadeaway so deep his body was almost parallel to the ground.

To sink a buzzer-beating three-pointer while completely off-balance?

Is this basketball?

Is this a move a human can make?

LeBron James was standing right under the basket.

He looked up, staring at the empty net.

His mind was a complete blank.

Dazed.

Utterly dazed.

He had played for so many years, seen countless talents, and faced off against numerous monsters.

But he had never seen anything like this.

That wasn't technique.

That wasn't talent.

That was a miracle.

It was an absolute power that defied all logic.

He felt a sense of helplessness from the bottom of his heart.

He knew he had lost.

Not to the Los Angeles Lakers.

But to the monster before him, whom he could no longer comprehend.

“Beep—!”

The whistle ending the third quarter was late to arrive.

That whistle was like a switch.

Instantly detonating the entire Staples Center!

“Aaaaaah!”

“Lin Feng! Lin Feng! Lin Feng!”

“MVP! MVP! MVP!”

Cheers, shouts, and screams converged into a storm of sound waves.

It nearly blew the roof off the arena!

The Miami Heat players walked dejectedly toward their bench.

Wade's face was full of bitterness.

Bosh kept his head down, not daring to look at the scoreboard.

Coach Spoelstra had his arms crossed, his brow furrowed into a knot.

He no longer knew what to say.

Double-team?

Lin Feng's passing would make you pay the price.

Single coverage?

Who in this world could stop him one-on-one now?

He looked at his clipboard.

For the first time, he felt that the lines drawn on it were all meaningless.

Defense?

How do you defend?

With what?

James walked back to the bench and slumped down.

He grabbed a towel and covered his face.

He didn't want anyone to see his current expression.

His confidence.

His pride as the best player in the league.

After that shot just now,

It was completely shattered.

On the other side,

The Lakers' bench was an ocean of celebration.

All the players rushed toward Lin Feng.

They patted his head and pounded his chest,

Venting their excitement in the most primal way.

Lin Feng's expression was very calm.

He passed through his celebrating teammates and walked up to Kobe.

Kobe looked at him too.

In the eyes of that stubborn veteran was an undisguisable shock and relief.

Lin Feng didn't speak.

Kobe didn't speak either.

But both of them understood.

At this very moment,

The kingship of this team and the inheritance of this Purple and Gold jersey had been silently completed.

The fourth quarter began.

But everyone knew the game was actually over.

The Heat's defense had collapsed.

Their spirit had also been broken.

James was still trying.

He tried to use his drives to tear through the Lakers' defense.

But every one of his attacks seemed so difficult.

Meanwhile, on the Lakers' side,

Morale had reached its peak.

Lin Feng completely took over the game.

But he was no longer just a scorer who only cared about points.

He had become the true emperor of the court.

His Eye of the Heavenly Emperor looked down upon the entire court.

Every hole and every flaw in the Heat's defense was clearly presented in his field of vision.

He drove in.

Drew the double-team.

Then, a precise bounce pass.

The ball zipped through the gaps between players and found Gasol's hands.

Gasol easily finished the layup.

The Heat just started to gain momentum and wanted to launch a fast break.

Lin Feng gave just a glance.

A gesture.

The Lakers' defense instantly collapsed inward.

Like a giant net, it directly smothered the Heat's offense.

Kobe was on the court.

Dragging his injured leg.

He no longer attacked.

He just silently did the simplest tasks for Lin Feng.

A screen.

A cut.

A pass.

He watched the young man wearing the number one jersey.

Watched him command the team like a true leader.

Watched him dominate the game in a way even he couldn't reach.

A smile appeared on Kobe's face.

It was a heartfelt smile of relief.

He knew.

His persistence hadn't been in vain.

His gamble had paid off.

With the last light of his career, he had successfully added the finishing touch to this sleeping Eastern Dragon.

The lead widened bit by bit.

15 points.

20 points.

25 points.

The game had completely entered garbage time.

The fans at Staples Center had already begun celebrating early.

They waved towels and chanted slogans.

Enjoying this hearty victory.

There were only three minutes left in the game.

Coach D'Antoni called a timeout.

He walked over to Kobe.

“Kobe, come out and rest.”

Kobe nodded.

He glanced at Lin Feng on the court and then limped toward the bench.

The moment he stood up,

The nearly twenty thousand fans in the arena,

Spontaneously gave a standing ovation!

“Kobe!”

“Kobe!”

“Kobe!”

The applause and cheers went on and on.

This was the final respect paid to a veteran.

Immediately after,

D'Antoni looked at Lin Feng again.

“Lin, you come down too.”

Lin Feng walked off the court.

The chants throughout the arena changed.

“MVP!”

“MVP!”

“MVP!”

The sound was louder and more sincere than ever before!

Lin Feng didn't respond to the fans' cheers.

After he walked off,

He immediately went to the medical team.

He took a thick ice pack that had been prepared earlier.

Then,

Under the gaze of everyone,

He walked up to Kobe.

Knelt on one knee.

And personally wrapped the ice pack carefully around Kobe's swollen knee.

Kobe looked at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked back at Kobe.

The clamor of the arena seemed to vanish.

This moment was faithfully recorded by the cameras.

It would become one of the most classic scenes in NBA Finals history.

“Beep—!”

The final whistle finally blew.

125 to 100!

The Lakers slaughtered the defending champion Miami Heat by a massive 25 points on their home court!

Down 0-2 and with their core player suffering a devastating injury, they used an incredible victory to bring the series score to 1-2!

The world's media went crazy!

The fans went crazy too!

They had witnessed a miracle!

An ultimate display of individual heroism that would go down in history!

The post-game press conference.

All the reporters pointed their microphones at Lin Feng.

“Lin! Your performance tonight was simply incredible! How did you do it?”

“Was that buzzer-beater in the third quarter intentional? What were you thinking at the time?”

Lin Feng looked at the countless flashing lights below the stage.

His expression remained calm.

“I have nothing much to say.”

“This victory doesn't belong to me.”

After he finished speaking,

He took the game ball from a staff member.

Then,

He stepped down from the podium.

And walked straight up to Kobe.

Kobe was also seated at the press conference.

He had requested it.

Lin Feng handed the basketball, stamped with the NBA Finals logo, to Kobe.

“Boss.”

“This is yours.”

Kobe took the ball.

He looked at Lin Feng's pupils, which had already returned to black.

He was silent for a moment.

Then,

He spoke.

His voice was raspy, yet filled with unquestionable power.

“Three more to go.”