32: A replica! The Mamba's signature move!

The image on the big screen switched back to the court, but the commotion in the arena did not subside.

Countless eyes shifted back and forth between that golden-haired figure and the Eastern youth by the free-throw line.

The Lakers had possession.

Nash inbounded the ball from the sideline, and Lin Feng curled out to receive it.

The Clippers substituted in the reserve wing Caron Butler to defend him.

Butler was an experienced veteran, but his lateral quickness and physicality were no match for his peak years, let alone a beast like Barnes.

The lead was cut to just 1 point; the Lakers were on the verge of taking the lead.

Momentum had completely swung back to the Lakers' side.

Butler cautiously maintained a one-step distance, fearing both Lin Feng's three-pointer and the drive he had just displayed.

He fell into the same defensive dilemma as Barnes.

Lin Feng held the ball and, facing Butler's defense, merely faked a drive to the right.

Butler's center of gravity immediately shifted backward.

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Feng executed a simple crossover and drove left past him.

He blew right by him!

With Barnes off the court, a sliver of chaos appeared in the Clippers' defensive line.

DeAndre Jordan had to step out from the paint to help.

Lin Feng wasn't greedy. After drawing the defense, he flicked his wrist for a clever bounce pass.

The ball threaded through the defenders and found Pau Gasol cutting to the basket.

Gasol caught the ball and laid it in easily.

They took the lead!

66 to 64!

The entire Staples Center erupted!

From being down ten points to leading by two, this entire shift originated from that number 1 rookie!

Clippers head coach Del Negro stood by the sidelines, arms crossed, his expression grim.

His meticulously crafted strategy to smother Lin Feng had completely collapsed due to Barnes's one irrational move.

For the remainder of the third quarter, the game was completely controlled by the Lakers.

Lin Feng no longer fixated on scoring himself. Instead, he used his shooting threat to constantly create opportunities for his teammates.

Assist to Gasol, assist to Nash, assist to Kaman... Every one of his passes was precise and deadly, tearing the Clippers' defense apart.

By the end of the third quarter, the Lakers had established a 7-point lead.

Entering the fourth quarter, the decisive moment arrived.

Led by Chris Paul, the Clippers launched a furious counterattack.

Paul, worthy of being the league's top point guard, continuously used pick-and-rolls to hit mid-range jumpers and assisted Griffin in completing a thunderous dunk.

The lead was gradually being chipped away.

With two minutes left in the game, the score was tied at 92!

The Lakers had possession.

D'Antoni didn't call a timeout; he chose to trust the players on the court.

Nash slowly dribbled the ball up the court as the seconds ticked away.

Everyone knew this possession was crucial.

The Clippers' defenders all had their eyes locked on Lin Feng.

He was now the Lakers' biggest threat.

Nash glanced at the shot clock, suddenly accelerated, and actively found Lin Feng, setting a screen for him!

The point guard setting a screen for the shooting guard!

This was an unconventional play!

The Clippers were caught off guard.

Chris Paul, guarding Nash, and Butler, guarding Lin Feng, collided with each other.

By the time they switched, the defender in front of Lin Feng had become Chris Paul!

A small-on-big mismatch!

A perfect mismatch opportunity!

"Opportunity!" Barkley shouted from the commentary booth.

"Lin Feng's height and wingspan advantage is too great! He can use his speed to overpower Paul!"

The entire stadium's fans rose to their feet, expecting Lin Feng to finish the play with a powerful drive.

However, Lin Feng chose not to do that.

Facing Paul, whose height only reached his chin, he didn't accelerate; instead, he took a step back.

Then, he turned around, using his back to post up Paul!

A post-up!

He was actually going to use post-up moves against the league's best point guard!

Everyone in Staples Center was stunned.

Even Kobe on the sidelines leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Lin Feng.

Chris Paul was also surprised, but he quickly adjusted.

He used all his strength, planting his feet firmly, and pressed hard against Lin Feng's waist, not allowing him to move an inch toward the paint.

Paul's defensive skills were extremely profound, and his strength far exceeded players of his size.

Lin Feng felt the immense pressure from behind.

He didn't panic.

In his mind, he recalled the footwork Kobe had demonstrated for him over and over in the training gym these past few days.

He lowered his center of gravity, pivoted on his left foot, and pushed off with his right.

"Thump!"

He backed his way in one step.

Paul was bumped back a small step but immediately regained his footing.

"Thump!"

Lin Feng backed in another step!

He played with extreme patience, like an experienced veteran, using his body to gauge the defender's strength and position.

Paul gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, exerting his defensive skills to the utmost.

He absolutely would not allow this rookie to score on him!

Just as the shot clock was about to expire.

Lin Feng suddenly stopped pushing inward.

Pivoting on his left foot, he executed a lightning-fast turnaround!

This move was completely different from the attempted spin move in the first half that got stripped.

This time, his turn carried a slight fade-away arc, creating a tiny space between his body and Paul.

Immediately after, he extended his body backward, pushed off with his legs, and jumped up.

A turnaround fadeaway jumper!

The entire sequence—from the post-up, to the turn, to the fadeaway—was executed seamlessly, as fluid as a textbook example.

The graceful posture, the momentary hang time, the extreme fadeaway angle... At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

In Staples Center, countless veteran fans saw an overlapping phantom.

That man wearing number 8 or 24 had ended games on this very court countless times in the exact same way.

Chris Paul jumped with all his might to block the shot; his fingertips even felt the texture of the basketball's surface.

But he couldn't reach it.

That fadeaway angle was too exaggerated.

The ball soared over his fingertips, tracing a high, perfect arc through the air.

The gaze of nearly twenty thousand people in the arena followed that orange leather sphere.

"Swish!"

Nothing but net!

A buzzer-beater!

94 to 92!

The Lakers took the lead!

After a tenth of a second of silence, the entire Staples Center erupted with volcanic cheers!

"Kobe!"

"Kobe!"

The fans subconsciously shouted that familiar name!

They seemed to see the black mamba in his prime, returning to the court!

On the court, the Lakers players rushed toward Lin Feng like madmen, surrounding him.

On the sidelines, Kobe Bryant, who had been sitting calmly, suddenly stood up from his seat!

He raised both hands high and clapped vigorously for Lin Feng!

His face showed unconcealed excitement and approval!

The camera cut to the VIP seats once more.

Amidst the cheers of the entire arena, the golden-haired diva wearing sunglasses slowly removed them.

Revealing a pair of clear, beautiful eyes like sapphires.

Her eyes were filled with unconcealed surprise and admiration.

She turned her head and softly said to her Agent beside her.

"This Eastern boy is quite interesting."