Chapter 193: Furious, complexion changes drastically
Bynum's point is opened up, taking the advantage.
Turning back, Miami is not polite at all; LeBron James breaks through Luke Walton and hits a floater. Both sides enter a stage of swords drawn and bows bent, with bayonets fixed.
After James scores, he roars loudly, his eyes seemingly spitting fire, using this to tell the whole world that he will never take another half-step back, there is no fear left in his heart, and he wants to establish unprecedented achievements.
And what Fan Xi sees is Luke Walton gritting his teeth, using his most tenacious posture to deal with James.
Although he didn't defend him, his appearance of not retreating a single step moves Fan Xi deeply.
Changing sides to fight again, Fan Xi and Luke Walton set a screen. He takes James's defense and kills into the paint, looking back at the moon, passing the ball to Luke Walton at a precise angle.
Luke Walton is far from as brilliant as his father, but he has no fear. He crashes in with the ball again, forcing the ball into the basket against Haslem's defense... As the ball enters the basket, his slightly bloated body falls heavily to the ground.
Afterward, he quickly crawls up and runs back; he doesn't say a word.
But every action is deeply engraved in the fans' hearts.
And... in Fan Xi's heart.
Swish!
Dwyane Wade hits a stop-and-go three-pointer.
This is bad news for the Lakers; neither James nor Wade are known for their three-pointers. However, if such historical-level superstars find their three-point touch, what follows is a storm.
"Can the Lakers hold on?"
Kenny Smith mutters to himself on TV, as if asking Barkley next to him, or asking himself in his heart.
He has no answer.
The Lakers fans have no answer, the Lakers coaching staff sitting on the bench have no answer, and the Buss siblings sitting in the VIP box have no answer.
Magic Johnson is on the sidelines, his eyes burning as he looks at the Lakers players on the court: Andrew Bynum has five fouls, Joe Smith is old and frail, Luke Walton just returned from injury, and Matt Barnes is constantly adjusting his breathing; his physical reserves are not enough.
Such a lineup.
Any basketball expert wouldn't dare say they could make the playoffs, but now they are on the highest stage of the Finals, entangled in a life-and-death struggle with the Miami Big Three.
Fan Xi passes the ball to the paint again. Andrew Bynum, under the double-team of Chris Bosh and Haslem, shoots the ball... Bang!
The ball hits the iron.
However, a moment later, an old figure rises from the ground; Joe Smith jumps up, grabs the ball with both hands, and slams it into the basket with all his strength... Boom!
Put-back successful!
But he lands a bit unsteadily.
After all, an old man is venting his youthful madness.
After Joe Smith stands firm, he raises his eyebrows at Haslem and says loudly: "Back in the day, Kevin Garnett didn't dare to turn his back on me; what kind of goods are you?"
Very heroic.
The Lakers have already given their all.
Unprecedented power erupts from everyone's bodies; their strength seems to come from the depths of their blood, sealing off Miami's steel torrent with unyielding pride.
Swish!
Chris Bosh hits a high-post jump shot.
Compared to the Lakers playing every ball with all their might, the Miami Big Three only need a simple coordination to create an opportunity and hit it.
Even if the Lakers players defend with their lives, it cannot be stopped.
This is a huge gap in talent.
Visible crushing.
However, have the Lakers given up?
No!
Fan Xi charges to the frontcourt, piercing through the defense of Wade and Chalmers like a tiger descending a mountain. As Matt Barnes gets an opportunity, he immediately passes the ball.
Matt Barnes shoots... Bang!
The ball misses; he is a defensive tough guy, not a shooting expert.
But then, he actually charges in directly, bounces in the paint, and flies almost horizontally in the air, just to lightly tap the ball away over James's head... James occupies a favorable position, his jumping is good, his wingspan is excellent, and he thinks he has the win in hand, that this defensive rebound is a sure thing.
However, even though his fingers have clearly touched the ball... Slap!
The ball is swatted away by Matt Barnes's fingers.
Immediately after, James sees Matt Barnes fall straight down in front of his eyes... Pfft!
The heavy crashing sound makes James subconsciously feel physical pain.
Joe Smith in the paint doesn't waste Matt Barnes's reckless swat; he quickly grabs the ball, moves it horizontally across the paint, and puts it into the basket against Haslem.
Swish.
The ball enters the basket.
Just as Fan Xi is about to reach out to pull up Barnes, who is still on the ground, the Heat launch a fast break first.
"Fast!"
Matt Barnes shouts loudly.
Fan Xi's eyebrows tighten fiercely, but he still turns quickly to chase the defense, intercepting Wade's unstoppable offensive at the mid-court line.
At the same time, Barnes also crawls up unsteadily and rushes over, gritting his teeth.
From his distorted facial features, one can see what kind of pain this silent man is enduring at this moment.
But his pace never slows down; Matt Barnes often says: "Pitying yourself is the business of a coward."
That's what he says.
And that's what he does.
He quickly completes a defensive switch with Fan Xi and continues to stare at Wade.
Wade doesn't let him off because of Barnes's pain; the Flash also wants to win, so he forces a drive, seeking physical contact.
Upon collision, Barnes's expression indeed becomes more distorted, but he still stands firm in Wade's path.
He is like a warrior covered in holes and blood, yet he still stands firmly in front of the single-plank bridge, resisting the enemy's most ferocious cavalry.
The iron armor still remains.
Although Barnes doesn't say it, at this moment, all twenty thousand fans in the arena are truly feeling this momentum.
"This is the most lopsided game in Finals history, and also the most worthy game in Lakers history to be recorded in the annals." Magic Johnson mutters to himself.
His eyes are full of admiration.
He starts to believe that spiritual will can overcome everything.
Wade finally fails to break through Barnes directly; he tried three times and didn't succeed.
However, he uses a step-back to easily hit a three-pointer.
After scoring, he says to Barnes with a dismissive attitude: "Is there any point in you trying so hard? You can't stop me at all."
He thinks this trash talk can crush Barnes's will, making him doubt his own hard work, doubting that his struggle can never compare to someone else's talent.
But Barnes disappoints him.
Barnes bares his teeth, his expression grim, and says word by word: "The point of me doing this is that Jack will kill you with a buzzer-beater for the fourth time. Stepping your worthless dignity into the mud—you tell me, is there any point?"
Heh heh.
Barnes's smile is filled with ruthlessness.
This sentence directly breaks Wade's psychological defense, and he says viciously: "Keep dreaming."
His expression is resolute, but his heart repeatedly surges with previous pain.
Undoubtedly, Wade is terrified.
If Fan Xi kills him with a buzzer-beater again, he will completely become a supporting character in Jack Fan's legendary story, and he will also enter NBA history for being killed by the same person four times: it has never happened before, and no one will ever take away his title as the "Greatest Background Actor in History."
Wade's two consecutive three-pointers put the Lakers in a completely passive position.
Fan Xi steadily brings the ball to the frontcourt. This time, he doesn't pass again; instead, he kills directly into the paint, and when Chris Bosh and Wade form a double-team, he simply and cleanly crashes into Chris Bosh, earning a 2+1 with a life-or-death layup.
Derrick Rose on the sidelines stands up and applauds Fan Xi loudly.
He has integrated into the Lakers fans.
He can't help but cheer for Fan Xi and the Lakers.
Two minutes ago, he said to Kevin Durant: "I feel ashamed. I always thought the Bulls lost to the Heat because of our lack of experience and our roster reasons."
Kevin Durant raises his eyebrows.
Although the Lakers are tenacious now, he still believes more in the power of talent.
The game continues.
The Heat play more and more easily; their scoring becomes simpler and simpler.
Because the Lakers' defense is getting thinner and thinner—not because their willpower isn't tenacious enough, but because their bodies really can't hold up, and the Heat understand them more and more.
The Big Three's touch is also surprisingly good.
The Lakers' lead is being eroded bit by bit.
Boom!
With 4 minutes and 12 seconds left in the game, James slips along the baseline into the paint, receives Wade's pass, and jumps up to complete a two-handed dunk. He is still full of energy, while Luke Walton, who is defending him, can no longer keep up with his pace.
The visible gap is widening.
Talent still plays a crucial role on the court.
This dunk ties the score for Miami.
The two teams are on the same starting line.
Changing sides to fight again, Fan Xi kills to the free-throw line and quickly passes the ball to Bynum. Bynum receives the ball, quickly plays back-to-the-basket, pushes Haslem away by one step, turns around, gives a pump fake, Haslem jumps, Bynum leans in... Beep!
The whistle blows.
Haslem gets his sixth foul.
He is fouled out before Bynum.
When Bynum walks to the free-throw line, Miami can only push Mike Miller onto the court; they have no more blue-collar players to use. Joel Anthony ruled himself out before the game, and Haslem is fouled out.
The Heat enter a complete perimeter mode.
Fortunately, the Lakers' interior advantage is no longer obvious at this time; the Lakers have clearly fired all their bullets. Except for Fan Xi's physical state, which is still okay, everyone else has contributed most of their energy on both ends of the court.
Andrew Bynum is slightly better, but he is already carrying 5 fouls.
Bang!
Swish!
One of two free throws made.
The Lakers lead by 1 point.
Changing sides to fight again, the Heat's eyes are all locked on Bynum.
They must get Bynum off the court as soon as possible, otherwise, Bynum will dominate the paint unscrupulously.
James takes the ball first to break through Dunleavy's defense and kills into the paint, but his straight-up-and-down dunk is swatted out of the court by Bynum head-on.
The moment Bynum completes the block, the whole arena boils over.
Morale is magnificent.
"Come on, I'm right here; I want to see who walks off the court first!"
The "Little Shark" says viciously.
Fan Xi told him that as long as you have no fear in your heart, they will fear you.
Now, Bynum is looking directly at every hunter who treats him as "prey"; he wants to tell these people that if you want to hunt me, you have to be prepared to pay the price.
Bynum is that tough.
The Flash Wade, however, has no fear at all. He receives a pass on the perimeter, and Fan Xi flies up.
Matt Barnes was substituted out 2 minutes ago; he is gasping for air, almost unable to run, and that fall brought him serious injury; he can no longer return to the court.
Fan Xi chooses to face Wade directly.
Wade doesn't tangle with Fan Xi at all; he speeds away from Fan Xi's left side, opening the way fiercely.
Fan Xi pursues relentlessly, always half a step behind.
At this time, if Wade stops suddenly, the hastily pursuing Fan Xi would definitely not be able to stop.
But Wade doesn't do that; he kills into the paint, jumps up with unstoppable momentum, and crashes into Bynum.
He also has the courage of ten thousand men.
What James didn't succeed in challenging, he wants to challenge again.
He knows too well Bynum's strategic significance to the Lakers; only by knocking Bynum down can Miami's empire be secure forever.
Pfft!
The two collide in the air, and Wade tries his best to draw a foul.
But he forgets Fan Xi is the mantis stalking the cicada behind him. Just as Fan Xi's palm is about to swat his ball, Wade hardens his heart; in the state of losing balance in the air, he drills under Bynum's ribs again... Beep!
The whistle blows.
Dwyane Wade cannot suppress gravity; his body falls heavily downward, and in the process of falling, he hits Fan Xi on the side, staggering even more at that moment... Pfft!
When landing, his ankle twists fiercely.
Although he falls to the ground, he can't crawl up after falling.
He lies there quietly; although in great pain, he signals his teammates not to move him—this is a very professional performance.
When he sees Bynum fouled out.
He smiles.
He looks at LeBron James, his expression clearly saying: LeBron, the task of bringing the game back to Miami is left to you. Next, please slaughter the Purple and Gold Legion to your heart's content and be crowned King.
Wade already knows he can't come back; the injury to his ankle brings tearing pain.
In his heart, the best battle has already been fought.
For him, the Heat will surely take the lead next.
As long as they kill the Lakers tonight and return to Miami, even without him, LeBron and Chris Bosh will inevitably snipe the Lakers.
Because the Lakers have no more trump cards.
All their luck has been used up tonight.
"Jack, you're doomed."
When Wade is helped off the court by the team doctor and passes Fan Xi, the Flash cracks a smile and says very easily to Fan Xi: "You can't even put together five players who can play now. LeBron and Chris will slaughter you."
Wade is very proud.
However, Fan Xi sneers: Hmph.
"Do you know what my biggest regret is right now?"
Fan Xi asks lightly.
When confusion appears on Wade's face.
He says calmly: "I regret that I can't hit a buzzer-beater over your head tonight."
"You!!!"
Wade is instantly furious, his complexion changes drastically.
... ===== CHAPTER 194 =====
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