47: That's not shooting, that's juggling!

The basketball drew a bizarre arc in the air that completely defied the common laws of physics.

It didn't even look like it was flying toward the hoop, but rather drawing a question mark in the air.

At this moment, time slowed down infinitely.

The twenty thousand fans in the Staples Center collectively lost their voices.

The reporters on the sidelines, holding their cameras, forgot to press the shutter.

Even the players running on the court subconsciously stopped in their tracks, looking up at that ridiculous basketball.

"Swish!"

The crisp, pleasant sound of the basketball hitting nothing but the net broke the eerie silence.

The sound wasn't loud.

Yet it felt like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.

The ball went in.

The entire Staples Center fell into a dead silence for three full seconds.

And then...

Cheers like a volcanic eruption exploded!

"HOLY SHIT!"

"What happened?! How did he do that?!"

"God! What am I seeing?!"

On the floor, P.J. Tucker and Marcin Gortat, the two defenders who looked fierce just a moment ago, were now staring blankly at the slightly swaying net with their heads tilted back.

Gortat's mind went blank.

He was certain that his body had collided solidly with Lin Feng.

That kind of force was enough to make any guard lose all control over their body.

But he actually managed to throw the ball out while falling?

And it even went in?

This couldn't be real.

This must be a hallucination.

On the other side of the Suns, Goran Dragic, this future All-Star guard, had his mouth slightly open.

He couldn't understand it.

He completely couldn't understand what had just happened.

That move couldn't be categorized into any known basketball technique.

That wasn't a shot.

That was... magic.

"AND ONE!"

The referee's firm gesture and loud whistle pulled everyone's thoughts back to reality.

The basket counts, plus a free throw!

At the commentary table...

Legendary commentator Marv Albert, an old man who had witnessed countless miracles from Jordan, Magic, and Kobe, paused for a full three seconds.

He seemed to be searching for a suitable word to describe the scene before him.

Finally, using his signature, slightly raspy voice, he almost roared it out.

"OH! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!"

"Can you believe it?!"

"This can't even be called a shot! This is a juggling act! A bizarre, inconceivable court-side juggling act from the East!"

His partner, Chris Webber, was also shaking his head repeatedly with his mouth wide open.

"I've played ball my whole life, Marv, and I've never seen a shot like this."

"He completely lost his balance in the air, his eyes weren't even on the hoop, he just... tossed it."

"This... this isn't scientific."

On the sidelines, Suns head coach Jeff Hornacek, like an enraged lion, roared crazily at the referee.

"Travel! That's definitely a travel!"

"He fell! His movement was distorted! This couldn't possibly be a legal shooting motion!"

"Are you blind?!"

The referee of the game walked up to him expressionless, spreading his hands.

"Jeff, calm down."

"He released the ball after being fouled but before losing control of his body."

"It's a clean, perfect 'AND ONE'."

"If you continue to roar, I'll give you a technical foul."

Hornacek was red in the face with anger, but helpless, he could only kick the air in frustration.

The Los Angeles Lakers bench had already completely exploded.

Robert Sacre, the Los Angeles Lakers' chief towel-waver, held his head and ran back and forth on the sidelines screaming like a madman.

Nick Young was even more exaggerated.

He lay directly on the floor, imitating Lin Feng's falling posture, comically throwing the towel in his hand into the air while shouting.

"Swaggy! This is the unsolvable Swaggy!"

Veterans Pau Gasol and Steve Nash looked at each other, seeing unmaskable shock and a hint of wry amusement in each other's eyes.

This kid has evolved again.

And in a way they completely couldn't understand.

Among everyone, one person's reaction was the most special.

Kobe Bryant.

He sat on the sidelines, not cheering or clapping.

He just leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked firmly on Lin Feng as he slowly stood up from the floor.

In his eyes, for the first time, it wasn't scrutiny or testing, but a pure shock from seeing something beyond imagination.

He had witnessed his own countless incredible game-winners.

He had also witnessed Jordan's hang-time while battling the world in mid-air.

But he had never seen a shot like this.

It was something that completely transcended the realms of technique and training.

It was a... brutal display of talent.

Lin Feng stood at the free-throw line.

He patted the basketball, his expression frighteningly calm, as if that earth-shattering shot was just an ordinary layup.

He raised his hand and flicked the ball.

The basketball drew a perfect arc.

"Swish."

Nothing but net again.

Three-point play completed!

In the first attack of the game, he scored three points in the most shocking and unreasonable way.

The Suns players' faces were filled with bewilderment.

They hadn't yet recovered from the massive impact of that shot.

Dragic took the ball out from the baseline.

Nash immediately stuck to him like gum.

The two-time MVP used his rich experience and precise judgment of timing to constantly interfere with Dragic through body and words.

"Hey, kid, do you see where your teammates are?"

"Be careful, your shoelaces seem to be untied."

Dragic was flustered and eager to pass the ball.

He saw a teammate cutting in and, in a hurry, threw a cross-court pass.

"Snap!"

Nash appeared on the passing lane like a ghost, easily completing the steal.

The Staples Center erupted again!

Turnover!

The Suns' rhythm was completely disrupted by that previous shot!

Nash unhurriedly controlled the ball to the frontcourt.

He didn't organize the play himself but stopped at the top of the arc.

He turned his head and glanced at Lin Feng beside him.

His eyes were full of inquiry, expectation, and a hint of... awe that he hadn't even noticed himself.

As if asking: Was that just luck, or... your new weapon?

Lin Feng met his gaze.

He said nothing.

Only a confident, almost arrogant smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Then, he nodded slightly to Nash.

Nash understood instantly.

He understood.

That wasn't luck.

Starting tonight, the Los Angeles Lakers' script was going to be rewritten.

This stage no longer belonged to him and Kobe.

It would belong to this young man before him.

The Suns' defensive strategy didn't change.

head coach Hornacek shouted from the sidelines, convinced that the previous shot was 100% luck.

"Double-team him! Go up and double-team him!"

"Pressure him! Don't let him catch the ball comfortably!"

P.J. Tucker charged at Lin Feng again like an angry bull, pressing his chest firmly against him.

Meanwhile, Dragic also gave up on guarding Nash and quickly closed in from the other side.

A double-team, once again, surged toward Lin Feng unreasonably!