6: This is a miracle, not luck!

D'Antoni's raspy voice echoed through the gym, filled with incomprehensible confusion.

"Kid, just now... what was that?"

Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the head coach who would usher in the small-ball era in the future and calmly uttered three words.

"Just a shot."

This answer was even more elusive than the super long-range three-pointer itself.

Just a shot?

What kind of answer was that?

D'Antoni was choked up; he wanted to get angry, but he found he had no reason to.

Nick Young's laughter broke the stalemate on the court.

"Mike, don't let him fool you, that was just luck!"

He pointed at Lin Feng and shouted to his teammates.

"It was just a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse!"

"Let's finish this boring game quickly!"

The players of Team A seemed to have found their backbone and chimed in one after another.

"That's right, it's just luck!"

"Hurry up and serve the ball, blow them out!"

Jordan Farmar picked up the basketball again, his eyes filled with the annoyance of being toyed with.

The game continued.

Team A's ball.

After receiving the ball, Farmar was like a raging bull, using a fierce crossover to directly tear through Team B's makeshift defense.

He charged into the paint and easily finished with a layup.

25:10.

After scoring, Farmar deliberately ran past Lin Feng and provocatively bumped his shoulder.

"Kid, this is how basketball is played, not by guessing."

Lin Feng didn't even give him a glance.

Team B's ball.

The teammate serving the ball held it, looking at the fierce expressions of the Team A players, his palms covered in sweat.

He couldn't find a single safe passing lane.

Team A's strategy was clear: leave Lin Feng open and smother everyone else.

They wanted to prove that without that lucky shot, Team B was just a pile of trash.

"Here."

Lin Feng's voice rang out again.

He was still standing just past the half-court line, as if that was his exclusive hot zone.

The teammate serving the ball was about to hit a five-second violation; he had no choice but to loft the ball high toward Lin Feng.

"Let him shoot!"

Nick Young shouted from the sidelines.

"I want to see how many he can luck into!"

Farmar had learned his lesson this time; he didn't completely leave him open, but instead ran toward Lin Feng symbolically.

He wanted to give Lin Feng some interference, to make his shooting form collapse.

He wanted to see with his own eyes as this shot became a joke.

The ball reached Lin Feng's hands.

Farmar also happened to lunge in front of him, raising his arms high.

However, just when he thought he could interfere.

The moment Lin Feng caught the ball, there was no pause at all; with his left foot as the pivot, he stepped his right foot to the side and back.

An extremely simple yet incredibly efficient side-step.

It perfectly avoided Farmar's blocking path, creating a tiny bit of shooting space for himself.

Then, he jumped and released the shot.

The movement was smooth and continuous, like muscle memory practiced thousands of times.

It was that exaggeratedly high arc again.

It was that trajectory that made defenders despair.

The sneer on Nick Young's face hadn't even had time to fully bloom.

Jordan Farmar maintained his blocking posture, frozen in place.

On the sidelines, D'Antoni's pupils had shrunk to the size of needle points.

Everyone's eyes followed the basketball flying through the air.

Swish!

Another crisp, pure sound of the ball piercing the net.

The basketball hit nothing but net again!

25:13.

This time, the entire gym was completely silent.

If the first one was luck.

Then what about the second one?

In the same position, in the same way, shooting a ball with the same trajectory, getting the same result.

Can this damn thing still be called luck?

Nick Young's mouth was hanging open, unable to say a single word.

Farmar mechanically lowered his arms; he looked back at the hoop, then at Lin Feng standing in the distance.

The face of that Easterner still held no expression.

That calmness gave Farmar a chill from the bottom of his heart.

He wasn't guessing.

He could actually make it!

Once this thought appeared, it could no longer be suppressed.

"Nice job!"

A substitute forward from Team B finally snapped out of his daze and roared at Lin Feng.

This shout was like lighting a powder keg.

The eyes of the Team B players completely changed.

They were no longer looking at Lin Feng as a piece of trash holding them back.

They were looking at him as a lifeline!

He was a god!

"Defense! Defense!"

They retreated on defense like crazy, everyone putting in their maximum effort, eyes burning with the fire of hope after a narrow escape.

Team A's offense stagnated for the first time.

Farmar's hands on the ball were a bit shaky.

He looked up at Lin Feng across from him; that figure gave him immense pressure.

A hurried pass was intercepted by a Team B forward with a desperate effort!

"Lin!"

The teammate who grabbed the ball didn't even think; he directly slung the ball toward the frontcourt.

Lin Feng had already started running.

Everyone on Team A panicked, frantically chasing back.

Nick Young was the first to catch up to Lin Feng, spreading his arms and blocking Lin Feng's path with everything he had.

"Don't even think about shooting again!" he roared.

Lin Feng caught the ball and stopped one step outside the three-point line.

He didn't force a shot.

Team B's center also charged over with his life on the line at this moment, using his massive frame to set a solid screen for Lin Feng.

This was the first time he had proactively set a screen for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng used the screen to move laterally one step.

Nick Young was blocked for an instant.

That one instant.

Was enough.

Lin Feng shot again.

The basketball flew into the sky.

Nick Young rounded the screen, only having enough time to see the ball fly over his fingertips.

Swish!

25:16!

"YES!"

Team B's bench erupted completely!

The players waved their towels, acting like madmen.

D'Antoni stood on the sidelines, motionless like a statue.

The assistant coach beside him kept muttering to himself.

"My God... this is impossible... this is absolutely impossible..."

Insane.

Everyone felt that Team A was going to go crazy.

They weren't facing a waived player.

They were facing a shooting machine!

A monster with no dead zones in his range!

"Everyone, wake up!"

Nick Young roared in exasperation.

"Double-team him! Double-team him! Don't let him get the ball!"

The Team A players woke up as if from a dream, finally treating Lin Feng like a super scorer like Kobe or Durant.

But it was already too late.

The Team B players had only one belief.

Give the ball to Lin!

They frantically set off-ball screens for Lin Feng, using their bodies to create space for him to receive the ball.

The ball reached Lin Feng's hands again.

This time, it was at the forty-five-degree angle on the right side of the court, still two meters from the three-point line.

The logo shot area.

Two people lunged at him simultaneously!

Before the two could close in, Lin Feng had already launched the ball.

The basketball flew through the air.

Swish!

25:19!

The numbers on the scoreboard were changing rapidly.

Every crisp sound of the ball entering the net was like a heavy punch, slamming into the hearts of the Team A players.

Their morale was collapsing at a visible rate.

They began to complain to each other, and their defense was full of holes.

Nick Young's mindset had completely unraveled.

He abandoned his man and rushed recklessly toward Lin Feng; he wanted to personally defend this guy.

"Give me the ball!"

He roared on the court, demanding his teammates pass him the ball; he wanted to use a basket to pay him back.

However, his hurried pull-up jumper, under the united defense of the Team B players, missed by a mile.

The rebound was firmly secured by Team B's center.

"Lin!"

The center got the rebound and, without looking, slung it directly to the frontcourt.

Lin Feng was like a bolt of lightning on the fast break!

This time, he didn't stop outside the three-point line.

He caught the ball, took one dribble, and charged directly toward the hoop.

Everyone thought he was going for a layup.

Nick Young even chased from behind, preparing to give him a chase-down block.

However, one step inside the free-throw line, Lin Feng suddenly came to a dead stop.

Only after Nick Young flew over his head did he calmly jump.

An elegant pull-up jumper.

Swish!

25:21!

The deficit was down to just 4 points!

Team A called a timeout.

Nick Young knelt on the floor, head in his hands, feeling as though his worldview had been overturned.

He wasn't facing a human.

It was a god.

A... God of Basketball.

Timeout ended.

The Team A players' eyes were vacant; they had completely lost their fighting spirit.

Their offense turned into a turnover.

Possession returned to Team B's hands.

Everyone was looking at Lin Feng.

The entire gym, everyone was looking at Lin Feng.

In what way would he make the next shot?

Lin Feng strolled through the half-court.

Two Team A players followed him like startled birds.

Suddenly, Lin Feng made a back-cut and, with the help of a double screen from his teammates, found an open spot.

The ball arrived as he did.

Catch, jump, shoot.

From a step behind the half-court line.

The basketball was like a precision-guided cruise missile.

Swish!

25:24!

Only one point away!

The Team A players completely broke down; they stood in place with hands on their hips, their faces written with despair.