215: Chapter 215 The Century's Finale! God Descends!

That black figure!

No! That wasn't a figure!

That was a hand!

A huge hand reaching out from hell, gripping the throat of fate!

In Ray Allen's vision, that hand infinitely expanded, obscuring the rim, the lights, and the entire world!

Time was stretched to its limit at this moment.

He could clearly see Lin Feng's expression, a look of burning madness and stubbornness that consumed everything!

How could this be!

How could he be here?!

Wasn't he guarding James?!

Ray Allen's mind went blank. He didn't even have time to react, only following muscle memory to shoot the basketball.

Then.

"Slam!!!"

A crisp, loud sound that could be heard throughout the entire Staples Center!

The basketball, having just left Ray Allen's fingertips, was slammed hard against the backboard by that descending hand!

No!

It was nailed to the backboard!

The basketball was deformed!

It stuck to the backboard like a crushed plaster, and only after a full half-second did it fall helplessly.

The buzzer shrieked at this moment.

The fourth quarter ended.

The entire Staples Center fell into a three-second silence.

Everyone was stunned.

Fans were stunned, players were stunned, coaches were stunned, and even the commentators by the court forgot their job.

Barkley's mouth hung open, wide enough to fit a basketball, all the praises he had prepared for James and Ray Allen stuck in his throat.

"W-what did I see?"

Kenny Smith stammered, his voice filled with incomprehensible shock.

"A... a block?"

"A block... from the free-throw line to the corner, blocking the game-winning shot of the greatest three-point shooter in history?"

No one answered him.

Because this had already gone beyond the scope of basketball.

This was simply illogical!

This was a miracle!

"Roar!!!!!!!!"

Someone screamed first, no one knew who.

The next second, the entire Staples Center erupted in a volcanic roar!

"Lin!!!!"

"FENG!!!!"

"HOLY SHIT! The Block of the Century! This is the Block of the Century!"

"God! God put on the Lakers' number 24 jersey! I saw God!"

The fans went crazy! They hugged strangers next to them, jumping and roaring wildly, venting the ecstasy of returning from hell to heaven!

And on the court.

The Miami Heat players were all petrified.

Ray Allen stood in the corner, maintaining his shooting posture, as if his soul had been sucked out.

He couldn't believe it.

He had shot countless crucial three-pointers in his career and experienced countless big moments, but what happened before his eyes completely shattered his understanding.

James stood at the other end of the court, staring blankly at the basketball imprint nailed to the backboard.

His pass was flawless.

It was the most perfect tactical choice at the time.

But why...

Why was Lin Feng there?

He was like a ghost, a prophet who knew the script in advance, appearing precisely at the most critical position to execute the cruelest judgment.

James had only one thought in his mind.

How did he know I was going to pass to Ray?

This question also appeared in the mind of Miami Heat head coach Spoelstra.

He looked at the Eastern boy surrounded by Lakers players, a chill rising in his heart.

This young man was too terrifying.

The few minutes of halftime were completely different for both sides.

In the Lakers' locker room, the atmosphere was extremely lively.

"Great job! Lin! You saved all of us!"

Gasol forcefully patted Lin Feng's shoulder.

Howard, the prankster, even jumped directly onto Lin Feng's back, hanging like a gorilla.

Kobe didn't speak; he just walked over and heavily punched Lin Feng's chest, his eyes full of approval and pride.

He saw it.

In Lin Feng, he saw the shadow of his younger self, that insane obsession with victory!

On the other side, in the Miami Heat's locker room, there was a suffocating silence.

Missing the game-winner was devastating to morale.

Especially James, he sat in his spot, head covered with a towel, not saying a word.

He felt immense pressure.

If he had chosen to drive in himself on the last possession, even if he missed, no one would blame him.

But he chose to pass, the most reasonable pass, which led to the worst outcome.

He began to doubt himself.

"LeBron." Spoelstra walked over and squatted down. "Don't overthink it, it wasn't your fault, that kid is just too uncanny."

James didn't respond.

He knew he had to step up in overtime.

"Beep—"

The whistle for the start of overtime sounded.

Players from both teams re-entered the court.

Lin Feng's chest heaved violently; his stamina was already at its limit.

But he felt no fatigue.

His spirit was extremely excited because of that block!

He could feel the blood burning in his veins!

"Give me the ball."

Lin Feng reached out to Nash, his tone unquestionable.

Nash looked into Lin Feng's eyes, which were burning with fire.

He passed the ball without hesitation.

Overtime officially turned into Lin Feng's personal show!

Facing Wade's defense, Lin Feng used a simple crossover and pulled up directly!

The basketball traced a high arc in the air!

"Swish!"

Nothing but net!

The Lakers scored first!

Staples Center was ignited once again!

"Defense! Defense!"

Lin Feng spread his arms and roared at his teammates.

His voice was hoarse but full of power.

Miami Heat's offense.

The ball was in James's hands.

Facing Lin Feng's defense, he hesitated for a moment.

Should I shoot myself or pass?

It was this fraction of a second of hesitation that Lin Feng seized!

Lin Feng's hand shot out like lightning, directly stripping the ball from James's hands!

Steal!

Fast break!

Lin Feng rushed to the frontcourt like a gust of wind, performing a tomahawk dunk!

"Clang!"

The rim let out a mournful cry!

The difference, 5 points!

The entire overtime period was completely taken over by Lin Feng alone.

He was everywhere.

On offense, he tore apart the Miami Heat's defense with unreasonable three-pointers and drives.

On defense, he was like a ghost, appearing again and again in the most crucial positions.

And James was completely lost.

That Block of the Century became a huge rock pressing on his heart.

He played timidly, losing the domineering presence of an emperor.

With this ebb and flow, the scales of victory began to tip wildly towards the Lakers.

In the last minute of overtime, the Lakers led by 8 points.

The Miami Heat were powerless to turn the tide.

As the final buzzer sounded, the score was set at 115:107.

The Lakers, with great difficulty, won this crucial Game 4!

We won!

We won!

The last string in Lin Feng's mind also completely snapped.

He could no longer hold on, his legs gave out, and he collapsed directly onto the floor.

He was too tired.

Both body and spirit were completely drained.

But he smiled.

A figure was the first to rush onto the court.

It was Kobe!

He rushed to Lin Feng's side, pulled him up from the cold floor, and then raised his right arm high!

As if announcing to the world.

Look!

This is my successor!

This is the new king of Los Angeles!

All the spotlights in the arena converged on Lin Feng at this moment.

The series is tied 2-2! The Lakers have pulled the series back to an even playing field!

The next game will be the true Pivotal Game 5, deciding the outcome of the series!