87: Salt Lake City is hell! A devil's home ground!

There was no warmth in that smile, only the chilling intensity of a hunter locking onto its prey.

This battle of redemption has begun!

The Energy Solutions Arena had completely transformed into an erupting volcano.

When the arena DJ read out the names of the Lakers' starting players at maximum volume, they were met with a torrent of boos, like a landslide or tsunami.

"Kobe—Bryant!"

"Boo—!"

"Pau—Gasol!"

"Boo—!"

When it came to the last name, the noise in the arena climbed to an ear-splitting peak.

"Lin Feng—!"

"Get out!!"

"Scumbag! Go back to Asia!"

"Your troublemaker is finished today!"

The deafening sound waves nearly tore the roof off the entire arena.

This decibel level set the highest record for all NBA arenas this season.

The stands were covered with all sorts of banners specifically "customized" for him.

"Time Management Master, looks like you don't have time to win today, huh?"

"Who's your next celebrity target? The ones in Salt Lake City aren't cheap!"

"Hey, Lin! Taylor is calling you home to write songs!"

Lin Feng stood in the center of the court, allowing the malicious sound waves to wash over him.

He ignored it all.

He simply and calmly raised his head.

[Eye of the Heavenly Emperor]!

In an instant, the entire noisy world was completely disassembled in his vision.

The harsh boos turned into strings of pulsing red data representing decibel values.

The malicious banners became lines of meaningless text that could be deleted at will.

The twisted and angry faces in the stands turned into static images composed of pixels.

Everything lost its emotion.

Only cold data and logic remained.

His heart was empty, yet perfectly clear.

Tip-off.

Gasol won the first possession for the Lakers.

Nash slowly dribbled the ball up to the frontcourt. He glanced at Lin Feng, his eyes questioning.

Lin Feng didn't call for the ball; he just made a tactical gesture.

He wanted to see first what kind of "welcome ceremony" this hell had prepared for him.

Following the standard play, the ball was passed to Gasol in the paint.

At this moment, the Jazz Team's defensive strategy was fully revealed.

Their power forward, Paul Millsap, known for his toughness, abandoned his matchup the moment Gasol received the ball and charged fiercely toward the off-ball Lin Feng!

That was not a normal help-side rotation.

His body posture, the height of his elbow, and his target—there was only one!

He intended to use a vicious screen right under the referee's nose to deliver a hard shot to Lin Feng's ribs!

The Salt Lake City fans let out excited howls!

This is exactly what they wanted to see!

However, just tenths of a second before Millsap was about to collide with him.

Lin Feng, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, deftly sidestepped.

A perfect dodge.

Millsap's powerful elbow strike, whistling through the air, scraped Lin Feng's jersey and slammed violently into empty space.

Because he exerted too much force, his body stumbled, and he nearly fell.

"What?"

Millsap steadied himself and looked back at Lin Feng in disbelief.

How did he dodge that?

The referee's whistle did not blow.

For this level of physical confrontation, the referee's standards at this Devil's Home Court in Salt Lake City were clearly terrifyingly lenient.

The Jazz Team was clearly intending to use this kind of rough, borderline-foul physical confrontation to provoke and destroy him.

The Lakers' first possession ended with Gasol's shot missing under tight defense.

The Jazz Team grabbed the rebound and immediately launched a counterattack.

The ball quickly went to their core player, Gordon Hayward.

Hayward executed several crossover steps against Lin Feng's defense.

He was handsome, a famous white heartthrob in the league.

But at this moment, the expression on his face was full of provocation.

Using a teammate's screen, Hayward found a sliver of space to shoot, and he immediately pulled up and fired.

Three-pointer, good.

"Swish!"

After the shot went in, the sound waves in the Energy Solutions Arena were ignited once again!

Hayward did not immediately retreat on defense.

He faced Lin Feng, extended his right hand, and made a telephone gesture.

That gesture, combined with the contemptuous smile on his face, was deeply insulting.

The whole world knew what that gesture implied.

The Jazz Team fans in the stands burst into laughter.

Lin Feng offered no response.

He didn't even spare Hayward a second glance.

His gaze, like a high-speed camera, recorded every player's movement, every screening angle, and every passing route during the Jazz Team's previous possession.

This information constructed a complete dynamic tactical map within his [Eye of the Heavenly Emperor].

Once wasn't enough.

Then do it again.

He intended to engrave all of this team's habits into his mind.

The Lakers inbounded the ball.

Kobe ran over and brushed past Lin Feng.

Without turning back, he slapped Lin Feng hard on the butt and whispered in his hoarse voice.

"Don't mind those clowns."

"Use basketball to shut them all up."

Lin Feng's dribbling hand paused.

He looked toward the Jazz Team's half-court.

The nine moving figures were no longer just players in his eyes.

They were nine opponents waiting to be crushed by him.

The game continued.

The Jazz Team players discovered that all their trash talk and provocative gestures had absolutely no effect on Lin Feng.

He was like an emotionless robot.

You curse him, he ignores you.

You push him, and he slips away like an eel.

No matter how chaotic the court was, he consistently maintained his own rhythm, calmly organizing every offense and calmly defending every matchup.

This feeling caused waves of powerlessness and frustration among the Jazz Team players.

What they wanted was to see Lin Feng lose control, see him erupt in anger, and see him make mistakes due to emotion.

Not like now, where their punches landed on cotton.

Since trash talk was useless, they decided to try something more direct.

During an off-ball run, Lin Feng was preparing to use Gasol's screen to move toward the corner.

Raja Bell, the veteran in the Jazz Team lineup known for his fierce defense and dirty plays, silently followed behind him.

The instant Lin Feng turned sideways to round the screen.

Raja Bell quickly glanced at the referee's position.

After confirming the referee's attention was on the ball handler.

His foot, clad in a sneaker, silently extended into Lin Feng's running path at an extremely concealed and malicious angle!