Chapter 231

Slap!

Fan Xi appeared in front of Fisher like a fierce god; the aging Fisher could no longer match up with Fan Xi, and even his strong upper limbs could not exert pressure on Fan Xi at the moment.

When Fan Xi's long arms slapped down fiercely, all he did was stand there in a daze, watching helplessly as the basketball was snatched away by Fan Xi.

This was beyond his imagination: hadn't they started training the troops?

Fan Xi didn't care about the Lakers.

The Lakers training their troops was the Lakers' business.

Fan Xi sprinted quickly to the front court; with no one guarding him in front or behind, he drove into the free-throw line, leaped up, spun 360 degrees in the air, and straightforwardly completed a gorgeous dunk.

This was definitely a dunk contest perfect-score level dunk; even Dwyane Wade couldn't have held up a 9-point sign.

Andrew Bynum even stood up from the bench, cheering for Fan Xi.

For a moment, he even forgot that Fan Xi was already a Clippers player, until Chris Paul glared at him with questioning eyes.

Bynum muttered a few words and sat back down.

The little shark and Chris Paul were not on good terms on the court, and the little shark missed Fan Xi in his heart. Although he and Fan Xi had misunderstandings early on, later when they fought side by side, Fan Xi gave him a lot of autonomy and respected his business ability in the paint.

But after Paul arrived, he took over the ball and arrogantly pointed fingers; except for respecting Kobe, the autonomy of the interior was almost hollowed out by him. Not only the little shark, but Gasol had also become a spot-up jump-shooting tool.

Although this was still in the process of gelling, Bynum felt his future situation would not be too optimistic. Look at the Dream Team; when they played in the Olympics, didn't they only bring two blue-collar workers? As long as they could defend, grab rebounds, and catch the ball for dunks, that was enough.

Therefore, seeing Fan Xi's dunk, he couldn't help but stand up and cheer loudly.

However, his voice was quickly drowned out by the more than 20,000 fans at the scene.

"Jack is playing a bit without martial virtue; if you have the ability, go bully Paul. What kind of skill is it to bully Fisher, an old man nearly forty years old?" the Time Warner commentator screamed on TV.

Fan Xi, however, ignored him.

He continued to press Fisher; he just wanted to force Paul to come up.

Since Paul was still sitting on the bench, then I'll force you; let's see if you have the guts, and if you can just watch the team be slaughtered by me?

If not, then come up and die.

If you are, then you are nothing more than this.

Fan Xi was already in an invincible position.

When Fisher's pass was swiped away by Leonard and passed to Fan Xi to launch a fast break, Chris Paul finally realized he had fallen into a trap swamp; he was on pins and needles.

He also understood why Kobe would rather take a shower and go home than stay on the court.

He knew Fan Xi too well.

Fan Xi is a god of slaughter; moral kidnapping cannot bind him, and rules cannot bind him either. Whoever he wants to mess with, he never waits until tomorrow. I'll mess with you today, and I'll mess with you on Christmas too. It's a life-and-death struggle.

Magic's soft policy ran into his gun barrel.

Fan Xi never thought about meeting the Lakers amicably in the future.

Swish!

Hamilton hit a 3-pointer.

The point spread expanded to double digits.

Subsequently, Fan Xi pressed up; he began to pressure Fisher from the backcourt.

The Clippers players were also like wolves and tigers, conducting pressing defense; they seemed to want to prevent the Lakers from crossing the half-court line.

"This is too bullying! Too bullying! This is simply too much."

"Do they really think the Lakers have no one left?"

"How can they play basketball like this?"

"Isn't the preseason for training troops?"

"Who plays with such drawn swords and bent bows?"

The Time Warner commentators began to wail.

They were incredibly angry.

However, the audience in front of the TV didn't think so: isn't the game about chasing victory? Wasn't the first half tense enough? Since the Lakers still have people, why not put them in?

Fan Xi's gaze also turned to the Lakers bench, and he locked onto Chris Paul with a highly provocative look: Come on.

Paul's eyes were as calm as water; he had a childlike baby face, and when he was expressionless, his emotions could not be seen.

Slap!

Leonard stole the ball again from an unknown role player of the Lakers in the front court, the basketball was passed to Fan Xi, Fan Xi held the ball and killed into the restricted area, rose from the ground... Boom!

His dunk happened again.

The point spread continued to expand.

This was already a naked slaughter.

After Fan Xi's dunk, he continued to press full-court.

Magic Johnson sat behind the bench, dumbfounded; he never dreamed that Fan Xi would not only not leave the court or tacitly train troops, but instead intensified his efforts and raised the butcher's knife!

Is he not afraid of Lakers retaliation?

Is he not afraid of breaking the rules?

The NBA has always had a rule of training troops during garbage time.

But rules are dead.

The hatred between Fan Xi and the Lakers, however, was freshly baked.

Besides, has it always been like this? Is that correct?

D'Antoni's gaze turned to the main players on the bench, and Chris Paul's eyes became sharp. He turned his head to look at Pau Gasol and the little shark, these two absolute mainstays, All-Star level core players.

Pau Gasol silently took off his knee pads and ankle bandages... he didn't want to play anymore. He knew how terrifying Fan Xi was when he went crazy; he didn't want to confront a crazy Fan Xi, nor did he believe that Chris Paul could lead the team to take down Fan Xi without Kobe coming out.

This was his vote of no confidence in Chris Paul.

Unlike Pau Gasol, Andrew Bynum was more direct; he actually turned the tables on Paul: "Chris, in this situation, only you going on the court can break the Clippers' pressing tactics. Besides, you are a newcomer to the team; you should lead the team to train and better adapt to the Lakers' rhythm."

The little shark not only refused to go on the court, but also wanted Paul to go up and take the hit.

Saint Paul is not stupid; being able to become the league's number one point guard means his basketball IQ is far higher than others, and his ability to weigh pros and cons is also super strong.

If he went on the court now, he would be completely suppressed by Fan Xi. He didn't want to be the primary person responsible for the failure.

Since none of you are going up, Chris Paul also drooped his eyelids, and his body slumped slightly.

Pretending to be blind and deaf.

Laying flat!

Saint Paul decisively chose to tank.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

The little shark started to ridicule again, deliberately saying loudly to Matt Barnes next to him: "If Jack were here, he would definitely step forward; he wouldn't be afraid of bearing the infamy of failure. In last season's finals, in such a difficult situation, he still stood up to fight."

"Is this probably why Jack is the Finals MVP, while some number one point guard can't even touch the floor of the Western Conference Finals?"

Andrew Bynum's sarcasm was also at a top-tier level.

Paul's mentality was shattered by him.

He had actually already proposed to the coaching staff, Magic Johnson, and Jeanie Buss to trade Bynum. He didn't want to play with Bynum because Bynum's individual offensive ability didn't stand out to the level of O'Neal; if you give him the ball, don't think about anything else. Paul needed a helper who could provide him with high-quality screens, super strong mobility, rim protection, help defense, and blocks.

Preferably Dwight Howard; Tyson Chandler was the second choice; if that really didn't work, even getting a DeAndre Jordan would do.

Chris Paul glared viciously at Bynum.

Bynum, however, tore off his mask and said with his dagger revealed: "What? Are you unconvinced? If you're unconvinced, go up and play Jack."

Bynum was very sharp-tongued: "Don't forget, before you came, we were already Grand Champions. Before you came, we had a three-peat. Before you came, we already had a historic Finals MVP point guard."

These three sentences of "before you came" from the little shark were like three mountains, pressing heavily on Chris Paul, making him unable to straighten his back.

He took a few deep breaths before suppressing this anger.

And at this time, the point spread on the court was still continuing to expand.

The Clippers turned into a team of villains.

The Lakers' fringe players missed two shots, and when they turned back, Fan Xi led his brothers to attack the city and pull out the stronghold, scoring 6 points in two possessions.

The point spread was visibly expanding.

And it was expanding in an unimaginable direction.

"According to the Clippers' defensive intensity and offensive ambition, I feel the Lakers are going to lose by 30 points in this quarter." The Time Warner TV commentator had already begun to collapse.

"I need to check what the biggest point spread in NBA history is."

The commentator next to him said so.

As everyone knows, Time Warner is a die-hard supporter of the Lakers; they only broadcast Lakers games in the California area.

They have always looked down on the Clippers.

Before the game started, they also crazily hyped up the Lakers.

But at halftime, with the Lakers' elite all out and Kobe and Paul both performing, the Clippers were leading.

In the second half, the Lakers admitted defeat, and the point spread expanded rapidly.

The game couldn't be watched anymore.

This is destined to be the most heartbreaking night for Lakers fans; these commentators could only weakly denounce Fan Xi for not following the rules and not keeping to the unwritten rules.

But why should he follow your rules? Why should he keep to your unwritten rules?

The third quarter ended quickly.

The Lakers were pressed to the ground and rubbed.

They scored 10 points in the single quarter, bringing their total score to 70 points.

And basketball experts are indeed basketball experts; the Clippers scored 47 points in this quarter, exceeding the Lakers by 37 points in a single quarter, creating the biggest single-quarter scoring record in NBA history.

The Clippers led the Lakers by 43 points, 113:70.

There was still one quarter left in the game.

When returning to the bench, Fan Xi opened his arms, constantly clamoring to the entire audience.

The audience at the scene also quickly reached a consensus under the leadership of the DJ.

They shouted in unison: Charge! Captain Jack!

Charge! Captain Jack!

Charge! Captain Jack!

Fan Xi liked his new nickname very much; the entire Staples Center was built into the feeling of the Caribbean Sea.

Of course, if someone called him Duke Jack, he would also respond.

Unless this person is the Lakers' vice general manager.

Magic Johnson sent him over to greet Fan Xi.

They meant to stop at the right point.

But Fan Xi pretended not to know him and didn't talk to him at all.

He didn't mind this person angrily flicking his sleeves and leaving; before he was angry, Fan Xi had long been angry to the extreme.

As for meeting again on Christmas, that was also part of Fan Xi's plan.

"So, Jack, should we continue to play like this?"

Mike Brown respected Fan Xi's thoughts very much.

This was a valuable experience he learned from LeBron James: if you want to do well in the NBA, it's best to have a good relationship with your privileged player and follow his ideas.

Fan Xi should thank James; if it weren't for James, it would be difficult for him to get such a handy "assistant coach."

Fan Xi said: "No, perhaps we should increase the firepower. Richard, Mike, Kawhi, Blake, any interest in creating the biggest point spread in history tonight?"

"Of course!" Griffin responded loudly and excitedly.

He is a young man, and young people are naturally not afraid of causing trouble. Moreover, he had long wanted to pierce the sky that the Lakers cast over Los Angeles.

"By the way, Mike. What did you say the biggest point spread in NBA history was just now?" Fan Xi asked Mike Brown.

Mike Brown said: "68 points. I remember it very clearly. This was in 1991, a game where the Cavaliers slaughtered the Heat, 148:80."

"Great, Mike, you really are a data expert."

Fan Xi praised Mike Brown.

Then, the whistle blew, and the game continued.

Watching Fan Xi and the others get on the court, Steve Nash sat on the bench and chatted with Billups: "Young people today are really young and frivolous. In our time, we all strictly followed the rules."

"No, Steve, and Chauncey. Young people today are no different from us back then, it's just that you weren't leaders when you were in your second year," Grant Hill joined in: "When we ran into arch-rivals back then, we also played to death."

"It's just that back then, the Detroit Pistons were often the ones being beaten."

Grant Hill said not without embarrassment.

Hill, like Fan Xi, became famous at a young age; he was the core of the Pistons from his first year. However, at that time, the Pistons entered a downturn, the Bad Boys Legion fell apart, and the team counted on him to support the Detroit banner. And at that time, many teams that had suffered at the hands of the Bad Boys would take it out on the young Hill, which is probably why Hill suffered such serious injuries at a young age.

"After this game, don't expect any more peace in the Los Angeles basketball circle."

Vince Carter sighed leisurely on the side.

"However, I like this feeling. It makes the blood of an old guy like me boil."

"Yes, that's right." Rasheed Wallace also nodded in agreement.

Who hasn't had a time when they were young and crazy?

At the same time, Fan Xi on the court was releasing his true youthful madness; he was still crazily pressing the Lakers and piling the score onto an incredible level.

Kobe Bryant's car drove onto the highway, and then he habitually turned on the radio. When he heard that Jack Fan was showing great power on the court and had already expanded the score to 50 points.

He shouted: Oh no.

He wanted to turn back, but it was already too late.

He had always known Fan Xi was a ruthless person, but he never thought Fan Xi would be ruthless to this extent. From the moment Magic proposed the suggestion of training troops, he knew this would be a disgrace for the Lakers.

But who could have thought Fan Xi would expand this disgrace to such a degree?

Magic, oh Magic, you are confused!

Kobe sighed angrily in the car.

He hoped to quickly find the next exit and then turn the car around.

However, the point spread constantly broadcast on the radio made him feel desperate; it didn't make any sense anymore. 52 points, 55 points, 58 points; by the time he was close to the intersection, the point spread had crossed the 60-point mark.

He parked the car there.

He raised his head and looked at the stars all over the sky in Los Angeles.

The emotions in his heart were extremely complicated.

What exactly is Chris Paul doing? Shouldn't he step forward?

Kobe thought to himself.

All along, he believed Paul was stronger than Fan Xi; at least at the current stage, Paul was stronger than Fan Xi.

But in this situation, Paul actually didn't go on the court.

This made him realize that Paul might not be as good as Fan Xi.

If it were Fan Xi, even in the most desperate situation, you would never see Fan Xi sitting on the bench indifferent. In last season's finals, the Lakers were at their wits' end, and this kid was still fighting alone, eventually fighting through a ligament tear injury to kill the Big Three.

Jeanie Buss, oh Jeanie Buss, why do you have to be this president?

Kobe felt indignant.

He began to feel the urgency of time; he originally thought the Lakers had a chance to win another three-peat.

But now, he thought the championship window left for the Lakers might only be two years, at most a two-peat. Fan Xi in two years would definitely devour the current Lakers, because he himself would certainly not be at his peak in two years; in fact, this season, he felt the encroachment of age.

And Fan Xi is rising rapidly.

The youth army he built, although the outside world said they were old, weak, sick, and disabled, ridiculing them. But through this game, Kobe discovered that DeAndre Jordan, Griffin, Leonard, and that go-getter were all talents, all people who could become All-Star level figures; time was on the Clippers' side.

Whoo!

Kobe turned off the radio when it broadcast that the Clippers were leading by 63 points.

He knew the disgrace of tonight had already been formed.

The Lakers' absolute dominance in the City of Angels had been cracked by the Clippers.

Magic shouldn't have done that.

Of course, the reason for it all was that Jeanie Buss shouldn't have traded Jack Fan to the Clippers.

Chris Paul appeared on TV with an expressionless face, and the Time Warner commentators were there cheering him on: "Chris is accumulating strength, just wait and see. The Clippers' behavior of not following the rules today will be met with Saint Paul's crazy sanctions; Saint Paul and the Black Mamba will tear them to pieces on Christmas Eve; blood can only be washed away with blood."

Swish!

Fan Xi hit his 5th 3-pointer of the game with 1 minute and 23 seconds left in the game.

The Clippers led by 66 points, 148:82.

At this time, combined with the statements of Time Warner TV, it only made people feel black humor and hilarious.

Dead as can be, yet still talking tough.

Slap!

In the blink of an eye.

Leonard again cooperated tacitly with DeAndre Jordan in the front court, stealing the Lakers' ball, and the basketball was passed over.

Fan Xi received the basketball, stopped outside the 3-point line, jumped up and shot... Swish!

The sixth 3-pointer was hit.

The point spread expanded to 69 points, which was already the NBA history point spread record.

Fan Xi's personal score also reached 58 points.

The Lakers players left on the court had long since lost any will to fight; they were like walking corpses, just wanting to end this nightmare quickly.

The Clippers players, however, were like shadows.

Bang!

Matt Barnes's shot failed to hit.

DeAndre Jordan made a long pass, and Fan Xi assisted Griffin to complete a dunk.

The point spread expanded to 71 points.

Magic Johnson covered his eyes in despair; he didn't know how to explain it to the Lakers fans.

He only hoped the last 38 seconds would pass quickly.

Bang!

The Lakers shot and missed.

Possession changed, and it was in Fan Xi's hands.

Fan Xi held the ball just past the half-court line; he placed the basketball on the ground and then stepped on it with his right foot.

Suppression!

Ruthless suppression!

No Lakers player dared to come over to touch the ball.

They could only silently wait for the last 16 seconds to pass quietly.

At this time, the entire audience had already stood up to cheer, boiling!

When the sharp electronic buzzer sounded.

The Lakers and Clippers ended their preseason simultaneously.

The Lakers had gained a total lead of 71 points in the previous 7 games; in this game, Fan Xi and his Clippers wiped it out directly.

Their seven-game winning streak was not worth mentioning.

People would only remember that they lost to the Clippers by 71 points in one game.

Amidst the cheers of more than 20,000 people, Fan Xi jumped onto the technical table, he raised his hands high, and the whole audience kowtowed: Fan! Fan! Fan!

The sound was like a mountain and a tsunami.

Like loyal subjects welcoming their king's triumphant return.

"This is my turf!"

"Here, damn it, is my turf!"

Fan Xi roared loudly, venting the depression of the past few months.

Everyone felt his anger and dominance.

The 71-point historical biggest point spread behind him was a bloody case he created with his own hands.

"What is called being the only one supreme."

Steve Nash looked at Fan Xi's majestic and domineering back and said to Grant Hill.

Hill said: "This is why we came here."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Like they had bought the right stock.