220: Chapter 220 The Century's Crown! At the Summit of Mount Tianwang!

The world's breath, at this moment, came to a standstill.

Chase!

Catch him!

In Lin Feng's mind, only this one thought remained—an instinct that had already transcended reason.

His body had long since been drained dry.

Every muscle was wailing, every cell protesting.

But his spirit, at this moment, burned to an unprecedented peak.

[Aomine ZONE]!

The ultimate [Aomine ZONE]!

That wasn't a normal ZONE state, but a self-destructive explosion that ignited every last shred of potential and every final drop of life force!

Black electricity surged wildly across the surface of his body!

His speed broke the limits of physics!

James could feel the wind behind him!

That wind, carrying the scent of death, made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end!

He had already pushed his speed to the limit, yet that black shadow was still closing the distance at a rate visible to the naked eye!

Impossible!

Is this guy a monster?!

But now, thinking about this was useless!

The hoop was right in front of him!

Victory was right in front of him!

James used the last of his strength, his legs slamming against the ground as his powerful body soared into the air!

He wanted to use the safest layup possible, banking the ball off the backboard and in!

And at the exact same moment he jumped...

Lin Feng's [Eye of the Heavenly Emperor] also operated at its peak!

Countless rays of light intertwined within his vision.

Every subtle angle of James's wrist.

Every slight tilt of his body in the air.

Every point where the basketball might touch the backboard.

Everything was analyzed by the system within 0.01 seconds, which then calculated the only path that could end it all!

Right there!

Lin Feng's body also took flight!

He jumped from a position half a step behind James!

But the height he reached was even higher than James!

His body stretched in mid-air to a terrifying degree that no ordinary mortal could achieve!

Like a black Roc spreading its wings!

Time was slowed down infinitely at this moment.

Through countless camera lenses, viewers around the world saw a scene worthy of being recorded in the annals of basketball history—no, sports history!

On the commentary desk, Barkley and Kenny Smith were like ducks being strangled by the neck, mouths agape but unable to make a sound.

In the stands, Taylor Swift covered her mouth with both hands, her beautiful face filled with tension.

On the court, all the players who were still running back stopped in their tracks, looking up at the two men chasing each other in the air.

James's wrist flicked gently.

The basketball left his fingertips.

Carrying the Emperor's will and Miami's hope, it flew toward the backboard that symbolized victory.

Closer.

Even closer.

It was about to hit the backboard and then bounce into the net.

But in that split second!

A large hand!

A large hand reaching out from the Nine Serene Hells, gripping the throat of destiny!

It caught up to the basketball!

With absolute precision, it covered the orange sphere!

“Smack!!!”

A sound so crisp it made the hearts of everyone in the American Airlines Center and the hundreds of millions of viewers in front of their TVs skip a beat!

That wasn't an ordinary block!

It was an earth-shattering, brutal chase-down block against the backboard!

The basketball wasn't swatted away.

It was slammed hard and held firmly against the backboard by Lin Feng's palm with an unmatched, titanic force!

The basketball even visibly deformed under this massive force!

Like a brand of shame, it was pinned there!

“Beep—!!!”

The buzzer ending the game finally sounded belatedly and piercingly at this moment!

The entire arena was deathly silent.

The world was deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at that backboard.

Staring at the basketball pinned against the backboard.

Looking at the black figure who, after completing this miracle, fell from the air, his body unable to support him any longer as his legs gave out and he collapsed onto the floor.

And looking at the former Emperor who, after being blocked, lost his balance and fell heavily onto the floor, then stared up blankly at the backboard that recorded his ultimate defeat, silent for a long time.

The game was over.

99-99.

No, wait!

On the giant screen, the final score was 99-99 because of Lin Feng's free throw.

But just now, if James's layup had been interfered with without touching the backboard, then the game would be over, and both sides would enter a second overtime!

If the ball had hit the backboard first and then Lin Feng pinned it, that would be goaltending! A game-winner for the Miami Heat!

But!

Everyone saw it clearly!

Lin Feng's hand had pressed against the ball 0.01 seconds before it hit the backboard!

Then, he pinned the ball directly against the backboard!

This was as clean a block as could be!

A perfect block!

So, the score was 99-99!

Second Overtime!

“No! That's not right!”

Kenny Smith suddenly seemed to go crazy, pointing at the replay on the big screen and shouting.

“Look at the time! Look at the time!”

Everyone's attention was drawn to the clock.

Slow-motion replay.

James takes the shot.

Lin Feng blocks it.

The ball is pinned to the backboard.

And then...

The buzzer sounds!

At the moment of the block, 0.1 seconds remained on the clock!

Possession belonged to the Lakers!

But there was no time left for them to launch an attack!

The game was truly over!

99-99!

Both sides were tied!

After a deathly silence lasting over ten seconds, the Miami American Airlines Center erupted into a chaotic clamor.

They didn't know whether to feel lucky or desperate.

And the Lakers players, after a brief moment of shock, were the first to react!

“Lin!!!”

Nash was the first to rush over!

Gasol, Howard, Kobe...

All the Lakers players and staff on the bench rushed like mad toward the man still slumped on the floor!

They pulled Lin Feng up from the cold floor and tossed him high into the air!

Once!

Twice!

Three times!

They didn't care that they still had to play a second overtime!

They didn't care that their own physical strength was also at its limit!

At this moment, Lin Feng was their god!

It was Lin Feng who, with a block that transcended the limits of human imagination, forcibly pulled the Lakers back from the edge of death once again!

“Incredible! This is absolutely the greatest defensive play I have ever seen in my broadcasting career! Bar none!”

Barkley's voice was trembling.

“From the intentional missed free throw to James's ultimate counterattack, and then to Lin Feng's deathly pursuit across the entire court! Finally ending with a block of the century! The story that unfolded in these five seconds is more exciting than any Hollywood blockbuster!”

Kenny Smith was already incoherent.

...

After a brief period of chaos, the players from both sides returned to their respective benches.

The second overtime was about to begin.

The atmosphere at the Miami Heat's bench was suppressed to the extreme.

James had a towel over his head; no one dared to disturb him.

Wade's knee was bleeding, and the Team Doctor was providing emergency treatment.

Bosh's eyes were full of confusion.

The confidence of every one of them had been completely shattered by Lin Feng's final block.

On the other side, the Lakers' bench.

Lin Feng's chest heaved violently as the Team Doctor performed emergency muscle relaxation on him.

“Lin, how are you? Can you still play?”

D'Antoni's face was filled with worry.

Lin Feng didn't speak; he just looked up and glanced at James on the opposite side.

Then, he looked at D'Antoni and nodded slowly but with absolute determination.

He could still play.

As long as he could still stand, he could play!

Kobe walked over, crouched down, and looked at Lin Feng.

“Kid, nice job.”

His voice was raspy but full of praise.

“But, the game isn't over yet.”

“I know,” Lin Feng squeezed out the words.

The second overtime began.

Everyone thought this would be another brutal meat-grinder of a battle.

But everyone was wrong.

From the start, the game showed a one-sided situation.

The Miami Heat completely collapsed.

Their spirit and their fighting will had been completely destroyed by that block of the century.

The first time James got the ball, facing Lin Feng's defense, he even showed a hint of hesitation.

That single moment of hesitation allowed Lin Feng to strip the ball right out of his hands!

Lakers fast break!

Lin Feng went coast-to-coast for the layup!

101-99!

Wade, dragging his injured leg, forced a drive but missed the layup.

Bosh received the ball in the paint, but facing Howard, he actually chose to pass.

The entire Miami Heat team seemed to have forgotten how to play basketball.

Meanwhile, on the Lakers' side, led by Lin Feng, morale was sky-high!

Lin Feng was like a tireless god of war.

He scored, he stole, he assisted!

He alone completely dominated the second overtime!

The game quickly lost its suspense.

When the final whistle truly sounded...

The score was fixed at 110-101.

The Lakers won!

They won this arduous Pivotal Game 5 that was worthy of being recorded in the history books!

Series score, 3-2!

The Lakers had reached match point in the series!

“We won! We won!”

Howard, like a child, was the first to rush to Lin Feng and hug him tightly!

All the Lakers players rushed over, surrounding Lin Feng in the center!

And Lin Feng, who had completed this epic performance, finally felt the last string of tension in his mind snap the moment the whistle blew.

His vision went dark, his body could no longer support him, and he completely lost consciousness.

...

When Lin Feng woke up again, he was already on the team bus.

He was lying on the last row of seats, covered with a blanket.

“Awake?”

Kobe's voice came from beside him.

Lin Feng turned his head and saw Kobe sitting right next to him.

“Did we... win?” his voice was a bit raspy.

“We won.” Kobe had a slight smile on his face. “You kid, you almost scared us all to death at the end.”

Lin Feng smiled and tried to sit up, but found his whole body aching, with no strength at all.

“Don't move, just rest.” Kobe held him down. “The Team Doctor said you're just exhausted. You'll be fine after a sleep.”

Lin Feng nodded and lay back down.

He closed his eyes, but his mind was full of images of that final block.

Just as the bus slowly drove away from the arena...

Sports media around the world had already gone completely insane.

The next day.

The front pages of every newspaper in the world were occupied by the same photograph.

It was the photo of Lin Feng leaping high and pinning James's layup firmly against the backboard.

The angle of the photo was practically perfect.

The impact of the photo was incomparable.

And the headline below the photo was even more simple and blunt, filled with provocation.

“ESPN: The King is Dead, Long Live the New King!”

“New York Times: The End of an Era, the Beginning of a Dynasty!”

“The Times: The God of Basketball Finally Has a Successor!”

Lin Feng's “Block of the Century” was no longer just a brilliant moment on a basketball court.

It was given a deeper meaning by the media and fans all over the world.

It was like a solemn yet cruel ceremony for the transfer of royal power.

The old king, at the peak of the Pivotal Game 5, was dragged down from his throne by a new challenger in the most humiliating way.

And the new king was about to step over the old king's corpse to be crowned.