Chapter 191

Swish!

The shot Fan Xi threw from outside the three-point line pierced the net with extreme precision, like the deadliest arrow.

One arrow pierced the throat of the Miami Heat. Dwyane Wade looked bitter, James on the other side was slightly at a loss, and as for the arrogance on Chris Bosh's face, it had long been trampled into mud.

7 seconds ago, Fan Xi received the inbound pass from Lamar Odom in the front court and rushed quickly toward the front court, with Wade sticking to him closely. Fan Xi quickly crossed half-court.

Chris Bosh charged straight over; he wanted to lock down the Lakers' last offensive wave of the first half with Wade outside the three-point line.

In fact, James was also roaming on one side, ready to steal Fan Xi's pass at any time.

A three-ring arc close-range double-team, a triple lock, and another battle between the Big Three and Fan Xi.

Moreover, the time was very tight this time; it was almost impossible for Fan Xi to escape such heavy obstacles.

At that time, even Magic Johnson on the sideline broke into a sweat. As the tallest point guard in history, he asked himself if he could escape in such a situation, and he wasn't sure.

After all, he had to face the Big Three head-on.

However, Fan Xi stopped at the three-point line, he even paused for two seconds, and then he quickly sprinted toward the side of Chris Bosh. Bosh retreated in a hurry. Fan Xi made a passing motion to his left hand while in motion. Wade subconsciously flew out, but who knew Fan Xi would jump directly... and throw the ball out with his signature "one-stage jump shot."

When the basketball reached its highest point, time ran out.

Then, swish!

It fell into the net.

The scene exploded.

The DJ's roaring voice was drowned out by the shouts of more than 20,000 people in the arena, and millions of speakers were eclipsed by the friction of 20,000 people's vocal cords.

Fan Xi dominated the critical moment again.

He had once again trampled the Big Three under his horse's hooves.

He was like a devil on a western expedition, bringing boundless fear to Miami.

Even the Big Three lost their spiritual pillar in an instant.

The energy in the body of this little guy Fan Xi was too terrifying.

Even if they reviewed it ten thousand times, they couldn't imagine Fan Xi daring to play like that?

How did he dare?

How did he dare to use a one-stage jump shot while surrounded by layers? This kind of shot is the easiest to block because it's not released at the highest point of the jump.

And it was under the defense of Chris Bosh, the tallest player of the Big Three.

With Dwyane Wade on the side.

Even if these two were fooled by him, James wasn't far away either.

Most importantly, he actually dared to press the time, he actually dared to forcibly press for two seconds, gambling on a buzzer-beating sniper shot.

What on earth was he thinking? His nerves must be thicker than his thumbs if pulled out.

Fan Xi turned around, and he walked together with his teammates. The score of 57:45 gave the Los Angeles Lakers a 12-point lead in the first half.

This was something no one dared to imagine before the game; people generally believed the Lakers would be blown out by the Big Three in the first half.

But now, it was the Miami Heat who were trailing by double digits.

However, the Lakers' situation was not optimistic. Kobe and Gasol, the two cornerstones, were sitting on the bench, and Bynum, who could suppress Miami in the paint, had five fouls. In the second half, the Lakers not only had problems with personnel rotation, but their tactics and strategy were also comprehensively suppressed.

So, this was probably the Lakers' last glory of the season.

Many fans knew it in their hearts.

This three-pointer by Fan Xi should be the last dazzling brilliance.

However, Fan Xi was already walking calmly toward the locker room. He was stopped by Magic Johnson at the bench. Magic Johnson asked him: "Jack, I really want to know why you handled the ball like that just now? It looked so unreasonable, but the final result was the most wonderful."

This was the biggest question in Magic's heart, and this question could incidentally solve many of his doubts.

"Intuition."

Fan Xi told Magic very frankly: "No thinking, just intuition."

Magic suddenly realized.

He didn't feel this answer was perfunctory.

He was a top-tier player, a historical superstar, a person who could enter the top five of the NBA's historical superstar rankings. He ruled the eighties, he was the last famous MJ.

Whenever it comes to such historical superstars, they are more able to accept some metaphysics like "intuition." Just as great physicists like Newton are more likely to accept the concept of theology.

Because at the highest level, many breathtaking moves are just done casually, at hand, and not stagnant.

Hiss!

Magic took a deep breath, and he and Jerry West smiled at each other.

Before, they both thought Fan Xi didn't have the potential of a core player. Now, after half a game, they both realized they were wrong.

Although Fan Xi had technical flaws, and some physical talents were not as balanced and comprehensive as top superstars. However, he had many things that superstars didn't have; he was a natural-born killing weapon, he was a combat genius.

Many players look plain and unremarkable, but once they get on the court, they open all buffs, beating their opponents to the ground.

Fan Xi is this one-in-a-million genius.

The Miracle Child is indeed well-deserved.

A person's name might be wrong, but a nickname will never be wrong.

Where is there any luck in this world, where is there any coincidence.

When Fan Xi was about to walk to the player tunnel, a TNT sideline reporter quickly grabbed him to conduct a brief interview.

"Jack, we just saw you hit a buzzer-beater from mid-court, you completed this super goal surrounded by the Big Three, helping the team establish a 12-point lead in the first half. How do you view this three-pointer of yours, and how do you view the team's overall performance in the first half."

This reporter asked very fragmentedly.

But Fan Xi answered very completely: "We played very well in the first half, we all fought with our lives, not one of us retreated, we all stood on the front line to defend the glory of the champion, everyone was great, I am sincerely proud of our performance in the first half. As for the final goal, it was just an ordinary three-pointer, I can hit ten or twenty in a row every time on the training ground, nothing worth discussing."

"But you completed it in the double-team of the Big Three..."

The reporter interpreted the difficulty of this ball.

But Fan Xi stepped forward to walk away.

This made the reporter quickly ask the second question: "We heard during the game that you and your teammates kept shouting 'The iron armor still remains.' Does this sentence have any special meaning for you?"

Fan Xi reached out and pressed his chest, and he said sternly: "The meaning of this sentence is: The iron armor still remains."

Huh?

The reporter felt that Fan Xi hadn't said anything.

But the Lakers fans in front of the TV got the answer from Fan Xi's determined expression, tough body movements, and affirmative words.

Yes, the iron armor still remains.

Even if Los Angeles loses Kobe, loses Gasol, loses half of its territory, and is about to lose Bynum too.

But, so what?

We will fight to the last moment, we will build a Great Wall of flesh and blood to defend our glory, and shout with bleeding steel teeth: "The iron armor still remains."

The Los Angeles locker room was exceptionally solemn tonight, just like the silence in a helicopter before a war breaks out.

Everyone knew what kind of desperate situation they would face after landing, but no one had any thoughts of retreating.

With the game played to this point, everyone had no way out; except for firing all the bullets and standing to welcome the arrival of failure, there was no other choice.

At this time, Fan Xi stood up and clapped his hands.

He focused all the silent eyes on himself.

He was already the absolute leader and spiritual pillar of this remnant army of the Los Angeles Lakers. His phrase "the iron armor still remains" awakened the initial love for basketball and the most tenacious genes in the hearts of all players.

This was his first time appearing in the center of the court; usually, Kobe was the one here giving confidence talks and calling on players.

But now, no one felt this scene was abrupt.

So much so that Kobe, standing at the door in a suit, listened intently.

This was the first time in Fan Xi's professional career that he spoke in the locker room as a leader; Kobe really wanted to know what Fan Xi would say.

"The game has been played to this point, we are leading by 12 points, our first half was extremely wonderful, we bit the Miami Heat like jackals, we bit the bones of the so-called three tigers, making them have to lie on the ground and look up at us."

"But now, I see they still don't intend to surrender. It doesn't matter, if they want to bump again, then let's bump again, we will eventually solve them."

Fan Xi said with an incomparably calm posture and an incomparably affirmative tone.

He didn't deliberately try to be impassioned.

However, what he said made everyone stunned. Everyone realized that the next part was a tough battle, and the Lakers would lose the game.

But Fan Xi told them at this time that they would eventually solve them.

"Many people say the Miami Heat have the Big Three, they are great in this position, and great in that position, but they ignored one thing: there is only one basketball. As long as we move, we can break them one by one. As long as we are more ruthless and determined than them, the so-called Big Three are just paper tigers."

Fan Xi continued.

His tone was very relaxed, and the tense mood in the Los Angeles locker room gradually eased, and another kind of confidence grew in their hearts. In addition to the determination to defend the home court at all costs, the players also had some romantic feelings in their hearts.

Fan Xi was relaxing their spirits.

Kobe suddenly understood.

However, at this time, Fan Xi raised his volume again, and he continued: "Strategically, we must despise the enemy, and tactically, we must value the enemy. The game has been played to this point, we already know what the Miami Big Three can do in the game, and we also know where they can build a lead."

"But, do they understand us? To them, we are a completely strange team. They only know how to double-team me, but they don't know that they are about to fall into you, into the vast ocean you have stirred up."

"Lamar, I remember you used to play point guard. You are the second generation of Magic."

"Mike, you entered the League with the status of the strongest white man in 2002, you are the new Larry Bird."

"And Fisher, never forget, this veteran once took down the arrogant Spurs in 0.4 seconds."

"Matt, Matt is too absolute, his defense can make opponents hate their wives when they go home, and they never want to be touched on any part of their skin by anyone's fingers."

"Luke, don't forget your dad is Bill Walton, you have the genes of a giant flowing in your body."

"And Joe, you are the man the Timberwolves would overturn the table to get."

"Ratliffe, our block king, the man who once made all the paint in the League pale, the man who shrouded the entire NBA sky, why not give them a little color to see next?"

"Bynum, the inheritance of Los Angeles centers, the strongest paint guardian in the Finals. It's time for you to let those people know your energy. You've been telling them how powerful you are all season, they are restless, now it's time to let them sit down quietly, open their eyes wide, look at you, and see how you destroy the Miami paint."

"......"

Fan Xi read almost everyone's name; he didn't seem prepared, but every word hit the hearts of the team members.

Why?

Why do they, the Big Three, deserve to win the Grand Champion, why does their name alone make everyone expect them to win.

Are we that bad?

Absolutely not.

"They can't go back to Miami, so let their self-righteousness be buried here."

"Tonight, we will lift the O'Brien Cup."

Fan Xi pressed his hand on his chest, then whispered: "I promise you."

Everyone heard Fan Xi's clear voice.

Everyone's heart was stirred up.

Even Kobe Bryant had his hot blood burning, and Jerry West and Magic Johnson, standing outside the door, had already made up their minds: To hell with Howard, I want Captain Jack, this is our new king in Los Angeles, only he can lead us to greater glory.

Phil Jackson was amazed. He looked at the inspired team, everyone's face changing from "tragic" to "arrogant," the same cold confidence, but the background color changed from tragedy to heroism.

Miami Heat, do you really think you can do whatever you want?

You picked the wrong opponent.

You shouldn't have been enemies with Jack Fan.

Phil Jackson was inspired. He stood up, took out all his skills, and he wanted to help Fan Xi complete this legend.

He used all his skills, he wanted to create a tactic that the Miami Heat would not expect.

He believed in these guys, he really believed that these people could stir up a vast ocean and smash and extinguish the South Beach Heat on the West Coast.

James sat in the locker room, Haslem was giving the players a pep talk, Haslem was the team's vice-captain, and he was the one under the three superstars.

He was one of the locker room leaders.

His tone was very inspired; he told everyone that as long as they won this game, Miami would be sure to win, Miami would become the first team in history to complete a comeback from a 1:3 deficit, and everyone would be a legend.

Bring the game back to Miami.

Bring the Grand Champion back to Miami.

This sentence was also igniting the ambitions of the Heat players.

James, Wade, Bosh, the eyes of the Big Three were full of fighting will; they wanted to swallow Jack Fan.

When two sides meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins.

The real final battle began.