211: Chapter 211 The Battle for the Throne! The Emperor's All-Out Attack!

The whistle blew.

The entire Staples Center felt as if a bomb had been dropped into it, detonating instantly.

Amidst cheers like mountain torrents and tsunamis, the players of both teams walked onto the court.

There was no redundant communication.

No feeling each other out.

Everyone's face was written with absolute determination.

The referee tossed the ball high into the air.

Howard utilized his height and wingspan advantage to tip the ball toward the Lakers' backcourt.

Lin Feng caught the ball.

The game began!

The Miami Heat's defensive formation pressed up instantly, with Wade directly matching up against Lin Feng.

But Lin Feng had no intention of playing isolation ball.

He calmly observed the situation on the court and found a cutting Gasol with a precise bounce pass.

Gasol easily finished the layup.

2-0.

The Lakers scored first.

Turning back, it was the Miami Heat's offense.

After Chalmers dribbled past half-court, he immediately handed the ball to LeBron James.

The moment James took the ball.

Deafening boos erupted throughout the Staples Center.

But he turned a deaf ear to them.

In his eyes, there was only the rim and the defender standing before him, Artest.

James moved.

No fancy dribbling.

Not even a fake move.

He simply lowered his body and then, like a heavy truck at full throttle, crushed his way toward the paint!

Artest used every ounce of his strength to hold his ground.

But it was completely futile.

In the face of absolute power, any technique appeared pale.

James bumped Artest aside and, despite Howard rotating over to help, toughly put the ball into the basket!

Bang!

The shot went in!

The whistle blew!

An and-one!

James stood under the basket, roaring toward the sky and beating his chest.

He had fulfilled his promise with action.

“That's LeBron's response!”

At the commentator's desk, Kenny Smith shouted excitedly.

“From the very first second of the game, he has activated Full-Power LeBron mode!”

James stepped to the free-throw line and sank it steadily.

2-3.

The Heat took the lead.

Lakers' possession.

Lin Feng remained just as calm.

Facing Wade's defense, he performed several crossovers but still couldn't find space to break through.

Wade's defensive pressure was intense.

Just when everyone thought Lin Feng would pass.

He suddenly shot the ball directly from an unthinkable angle with a fadeaway posture!

The basketball traced a bizarre arc through the air.

Swish!

Nothing but net!

4-3!

“My god! That's Aomine Daiki's Formless Shot!”

“He doesn't need to adjust his posture at all! Any angle can be his release point!”

The spectators on the sidelines went completely wild.

What was this?

A battle of the gods?

James looked at Lin Feng, the fire in his eyes burning even brighter.

He held the ball at the top of the arc once more.

This time, the Lakers chose to pack the paint.

Gasol and Howard were ready to help-defend at any moment.

James saw through the Lakers' defensive intent.

He didn't force a drive again.

Instead, near the free-throw line, he hit a pull-up jumper steadily.

4-5.

Immediately after, Lin Feng returned the favor in the same manner.

A pull-up mid-range jumper, good.

6-5.

James stopped attacking on his own.

He began using his passing to tear apart the Lakers' defense.

A scalpel-like through ball assisted Bosh for a successful mid-range shot.

6-7.

Lin Feng immediately used the Eye of the Heavenly Emperor to predict the Heat's next passing lane.

A successful steal!

A one-man fast break!

Wade chased frantically behind him but was always a step behind.

Lin Feng faced the empty rim and easily scored a layup.

8-7.

From the first minute, the game entered a suffocating offensive rhythm.

You score one.

I must return one.

The scores of both sides were like they were on a rocket, alternating as they climbed upward.

James scored with bulldozer-like drives.

Lin Feng responded with elegant and fluid Formless Shots.

James assisted teammates with precise passing.

Lin Feng used the Eye of the Heavenly Emperor to make his teammates unstoppable as well.

Thirty seconds remained in the first quarter.

The score was 32-33, with the Lakers trailing by one.

Heat's ball.

James held the ball and glanced at the shot clock.

He was going to execute the final attack.

Everyone knew how he was going to play.

He was going to use the toughest way to crush his way in!

But at the moment he started his move.

Lin Feng suddenly abandoned his defensive assignment and doubled James!

This was a huge gamble!

If James passed, Ray Allen would get a massive open look.

But James didn't pass.

Because this was a war belonging to him and Lin Feng.

He chose to force a layup against the double team!

Smack!

Lin Feng's hand precisely pinned the basketball!

A chase-down block against the glass!

The whole arena erupted!

Lin Feng grabbed the rebound and glanced at the time.

Three seconds left!

Without any hesitation, he pushed the ball out directly from his own backcourt!

The basketball was like a cannonball fired from its barrel, flying across the entire court.

Flying toward the basket at the other end.

Everyone held their breath.

Time slowed down at this moment.

The red light lit up!

Swish!

It went in!

A buzzer-beater!

An ultra-long-distance All-court Three-pointer!

35-33!

Relying on Lin Feng's incredible sequence of defense and offense, the Lakers took the lead at the end of the first quarter!

Staples Center completely became a sea of joy.

“Insane! This is completely insane!”

Barkley held his head and roared at the commentator's desk.

“First quarter! James has 15 points, 5 rebounds, and 5 assists!”

“Lin Feng has 18 points, 4 assists, 2 steals, and 1 block!”

“Are these two guys monsters?”

Kenny Smith also had a look of disbelief.

“I take back what I said before.”

“This isn't the NBA Finals.”

“This is God playing basketball in No. 6 and No. 24 jerseys!”

On the bench.

Kobe clenched his fists tightly, his palms covered in sweat.

The look in his eyes was incredibly complex.

There was the regret of being unable to take the court and duel this version of James.

But even more so, there was the pride and gratification of seeing Lin Feng stand on that stage, going head-to-head against the strongest player on earth.

He seemed to see his younger self.

That fearless self who challenged everything.

The brief break between quarters soon ended.

The second quarter began.

The offensive battle continued.

Neither James nor Lin Feng went to the bench to rest.

Their duel extended from the first quarter into the second.

You use a powerful dunk to ignite the arena.

I use a cold-blooded three-pointer to quiet the stadium.

You deliver a brilliant assist.

I return the favor with a shocking steal.

The two of them interpreted individual heroism to the extreme.

The coaches of both sides tried substitutions and tried changing defensive strategies.

But it was of no use.

When these two entered this kind of state, any tactics lost their meaning.

The game had completely turned into a stage for just the two of them.

When the whistle for the end of the first half sounded.

The score was frozen at 65-63.

The Lakers entered halftime with a slim two-point lead.

Lin Feng and James almost simultaneously bent over, hands propped on their knees, panting heavily.

The massive exertion had soaked both their jerseys, looking as if they had just been fished out of water.

Sweat dripped from their chins onto the floor.

Their chests were heaving violently.

Even so.

The gazes of the two men still collided in mid-air.

Neither backed down.

In the second half, the intensity of the game did not decrease but increased instead.

This was no longer a contest of skill and tactics, but had evolved into a pure duel of willpower.