212: Chapter 212 The Millstone of Willpower! The Limits of Physical Strength!

The locker room door was pulled open.

The players filed out, stepping back onto that radiant court.

Lin Feng walked in the middle of the line, his face expressionless.

But his chest felt as if a bellows were operating violently.

On the other side, LeBron James was the same.

Sweat had already soaked his headband, trickling down from his temples.

Those eyes that once looked down upon the league were now bloodshot.

The second half began.

The rhythm of the game, as everyone expected, slowed down.

It was no longer the dazzling exchange of attacks from the first half.

Every offensive play turned into a collision of muscle against muscle.

Every point scored felt like it was being arduously carved out of a bloody millstone.

"Bang!"

James received the ball in the low post.

Behind him was Pau Gasol.

All the Miami Heat players cleared out to create space.

This was the simplest, yet most unsolvable tactic.

James used his tank-like body to bump into Gasol, again and again.

the spaniard gritted his teeth, pushing back with all his might.

But the weight and strength of the two were simply not in the same league.

Every impact from James caused Gasol's defensive line to cave in another inch.

After three consecutive bumps.

James suddenly spun, forcing his way past by half a body length, and rose for a direct power dunk!

"Clang!"

The rim let out a painful groan.

65:65!

The score was tied!

James didn't roar after the basket; he just silently turned back to defend.

Saving every bit of unnecessary energy was his only thought now.

Lakers' possession.

The ball naturally went into Lin Feng's hands.

Facing Shane Battier's defense, Lin Feng didn't choose to drive in forcefully.

He began to use screens from Nash and Gasol to move without the ball.

His movement was like a ghost.

Sometimes accelerating, sometimes stopping abruptly, sometimes cutting back.

He single-handedly threw the Miami Heat's defense into disarray.

Battier stuck to him like glue.

But Lin Feng's rhythm changes were too fast.

In the moment he used a screen from Gasol, Lin Feng suddenly cut back toward the corner!

Nash understood perfectly and passed the ball immediately!

Lin Feng caught the ball and, without any adjustment, pulled up and shot!

The basketball traced a high arc through the air.

"Swish!"

Nothing but net!

68:65!

A brief cheer erupted in the Staples Center.

But soon, the cheers were suppressed by the heavy atmosphere on the court.

Everyone could see.

This offensive play by Lin Feng had also taken a huge toll.

He had run almost the entire half-court just to create this one opportunity.

The game had turned into a war of attrition.

The role players on both sides were almost invisible under the brilliance of these two superstars.

It wasn't that they weren't trying.

It was that the intensity of this level of play had already exceeded their capabilities.

Chris Bosh received the ball in the paint; facing Gasol's defense, his hook shot was wildly off target.

Steve Nash tried to tear through the defense with his signature drive-and-kick, but the ball was stolen by Wade.

Ray Allen got an open look on the perimeter, but his three-pointer also clanked off the rim.

All the spotlights were focused on Lin Feng and James.

The outcome of the game rested entirely in their hands.

James continued to use his body to crush the Lakers' interior.

He attacked forcefully time and again, drawing fouls and getting to the free-throw line.

Lin Feng responded with his elusive movement and cold-blooded shooting.

The score went back and forth, but neither side could pull away.

70:67.

70:70.

72:70.

72:72.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Every offensive and defensive play felt like it was wearing down the players' lives.

The atmosphere on the court was so tense it was suffocating.

Even Barkley and Kenny Smith at the commentary desk had stopped their banter.

They just stared tensely at the court, afraid to miss a single detail.

The third quarter ended.

85:83.

The Lakers still held a slim two-point lead.

But everyone knew that this two-point lead was as fragile as a sheet of paper in the grind of the fourth quarter.

After a brief rest, the decisive fourth quarter finally arrived.

The physical stamina of both sides had truly reached its limit.

James drove with the ball.

His first step was no longer as explosive as it was at the start of the game.

Although he could still get past his defender, his jumping height had clearly decreased when he reached the basket.

Facing Gasol's help defense, his layup was heavily contested and hit the front of the rim.

It was the Lakers' turn to attack.

Lin Feng received the ball on the perimeter.

He took a deep breath, adjusting his rhythm.

A pull-up three-pointer!

Everyone held their breath.

"Clang!"

The basketball hit the front of the rim and bounced high!

This was the clearest sign of physical exhaustion!

The lack of leg strength had flattened the arc of the shot!

The superheroes on both sides seemed to be on the verge of running out of fuel.

But!

Their eyes remained bright.

Like flames burning in the night.

Filled with the most primitive and crazed desire for victory.

Neither was willing to back down!

"Defense!"

"Defense!"

The fans in the Staples Center stood up spontaneously, shouting for the home team with all their might.

The game entered the final minute.

The bright red numbers on the screen were so piercing.

100:100!

The game was tied!

Lakers' possession!

D'Antoni didn't call a timeout.

He knew that at this point, any tactic was redundant.

Give the ball to Lin Feng.

It was the only choice.

Lin Feng slowly dribbled the ball in the backcourt, scanning the entire floor.

His chest was heaving violently, and sweat blurred his vision.

Only 30 seconds remained.

With 8 seconds left on the shot clock, Lin Feng made his move!

He didn't call for any screen!

He was going to take James one-on-one!

Every eye in the arena was fixed on these two!

Lin Feng used a series of between-the-legs dribbles, constantly changing his rhythm!

Suddenly!

He accelerated to the right for a drive!

James immediately slid laterally to keep up!

But in that instant, Lin Feng went behind his back, pulling the ball back!

A huge step-back, his body almost losing balance!

He worked hard to adjust his posture in mid-air and released the shot!

A high-difficulty drifting shot!

James's fingertips almost touched the ball!

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

"Swish!"

The ball went straight through the net!

102:100!

The Lakers led by two!

Only 24 seconds left!

"Roar!!!"

Lin Feng roared toward the sky, releasing all the pressure in his chest!

The Staples Center instantly exploded!

The Heat called a timeout.

They had the chance for the final possession!

Everyone knew the ball would definitely end up in LeBron James's hands.

It would be up to him to decide the fate of this series!