Chapter 251: Yeah, so what? Got a problem? Keep it to yourself!

Miami fans hated Fan Xi to the bone. Fan Xi's buzzer-beater against them last season had shattered their championship dreams, and never in their team's history had they loathed a player so much.

In this game, Fan Xi had pushed them into a corner once again.

When Fan Xi launched his resolute offensive, fear sprouted in the depths of their hearts.

And when Fan Xi, in a desperate attempt to save the ball, tumbled to the sidelines, the fans nearby immediately rioted. They swarmed over, intending to give Fan Xi a hard time, preferably trapping him so he couldn't participate in the offense. If they could provoke him into a confrontation with the fans, that would be even better.

Several burly fans surrounded him, hurling insults and acting aggressively, even attempting to block Fan Xi from getting up.

But just then, a slender Asian girl rushed over, forcibly pushing through these strong basketball hooligans.

No one knew where she found the courage.

She pulled Fan Xi up with all her might and stood in front of him, facing the fierce "vicious dogs" like a mother hen: "Get away!!"

She shouted sternly.

Fan Xi looked up at the thin, small figure blocking his view, and his entire being was shaken. He had never dreamed that one day, a small girl would stand before him, confronting several fierce fans.

Originally, his blood had been surging, his emotions running extremely high.

A thought flashed through his mind; he remembered this game, his teammates—Vince Carter, Grant Hill, Kwame Brown, DeAndre Jordan, Butler, Leonard, and even Griffin... which one of them wasn't like this?

These men fought heroically for him, defending the honor of the alpha wolf.

Fan Xi took a deep breath, and an uncontrollable obsession burst forth in his mind: *No, it should be me protecting and shielding them. *

A fragrance from Yoona drifted into Fan Xi's nasal cavity, and his entire mind cleared... *Zzzzt. *

It was as if an electric current had passed through him.

In an instant, his lightning was ignited.

This long-lost brilliance brought Fan Xi exactly what he needed. He saw a blurred figure—the man Fan Xi knew better than anyone else—performing various incredibly difficult, mind-boggling shots.

Crazy experience and body control surged into his mind and every fiber of his being.

This was the shooting skill in a state of ultra-high difficulty.

During this process, Fan Xi stepped forward, his left arm wrapping around the brave, slender Yoona, his gaze sweeping over the aggressive fans like a sharp eagle: "Are you looking to have a duel with me?"

Fan Xi's tone was filled with dominance; it was a supreme aura.

Held in Fan Xi's arms, Yoona was conquered by this powerful hormonal aura. She had never imagined she could feel such surging security in a situation like this.

In this moment, she even felt like the female lead in a movie.

What girl hasn't fantasized about such a scene?

The few fans who had been aggressive lowered their eyes. Chen Ye quickly ran over, followed by the arena security.

Security persuaded the troublemaking fans to leave.

Just before Fan Xi stepped back onto the court, he stared at them intently and told them: "Sit there and watch. Your offense is the fuse that will bury this game."

Hamilton completed a layup in the frontcourt.

To be precise, although his layup was swatted out of bounds by James, the head referee called a goaltending violation on James.

This call drew boos from the entire arena, also drawing attention away from Fan Xi's situation.

For the game as a whole, Fan Xi falling to the sidelines was just a minor interlude.

Many fans on-site didn't even know what had happened.

Of course, television viewers captured it through the lens.

And followed it up with some gossip.

No one knew that this accident had completely changed the direction of the game.

ESPN's McBlin was still there, laughing and mocking Fan Xi: "It's hard not to admire Jack Fan's ability to pick up girls. His lethality toward young women is even greater than Leonard's. Michael Jordan's dominance on the court wasn't as strong as his on the sidelines."

"Even though the whole world reported on him being surrounded by Miami police by land, sea, and air while dating Scarlett, there are still women willing to believe him. Doesn't this beautiful Asian girl watch the news?"

"Oh, my god. My producer tells me this beautiful girl is actually a member of Asia's most famous idol group, equivalent to Victoria in the Spice Girls back in the day."

"Thank God. Jack Fan has finally extended his demonic claws where they should be extended."

"Asian entertainment industry, pray for yourselves. This guy has left the monster house of Hollywood, and he can't wait to show his dominance in Asia."

"I think he will become a new miracle in the NBA, comparable to Wilt Chamberlain. Although his court ability will never match Wilt's, perhaps he can set his records off the court..."

McBlin rambled on.

As he spoke, LeBron James drove into the paint and completed a beautiful hand-swapping layup.

With Leonard off the court, Deng Liwei couldn't withstand LeBron James's crazy onslaught.

This made Maikelbang very anxious. He was worried that the game would be crushed by Miami because of this. Although the Clippers still held a slight lead, it was precarious.

After all, Fan Xi was now facing double-teams, or even triple-teams.

The Miami Big Three, however, were composed and relaxed. The more critical the moment, the greater the role of the superstars.

Maikelbang looked toward the court and gestured to Fan Xi, asking if he wanted a substitution or a timeout.

Fan Xi told him with a firm look: No.

"Too stubborn."

Maikelbang whispered. But deep down, his respect for Fan Xi rose infinitely. Although he liked James very much and believed James helped him reach the first peak of his career, he couldn't help but have the most rational thought: in the realm of mental attributes, Jack Fan was more than a little stronger than LeBron.

Fan Xi brought the ball to half-court.

His rhythm this time was slower than ever. He walked as if strolling in a courtyard; previously, he would accelerate early, intending to win in the chaos.

Now he was so leisurely—didn't he know there was an ambush on all sides ahead?

Fan Xi stopped at the top of the three-point arc.

Dwyane Wade walked up.

"Too weak."

The Flash heard Fan Xi's sigh.

He didn't quite react.

While he was bewildered, he heard Fan Xi raise his voice toward the Miami defense: "Hey, I'm going to break through from the left in a moment and do a stop-and-go jump shot. Those of you who want to double-team, you can get ready."

Arrogant!

This sentence from Fan Xi provoked all the Miami players.

They glared at him.

This... was exactly the effect Fan Xi wanted.

He didn't want to show off.

However, helplessly, the ball-handling offensive skill he had just acquired required ultra-high defensive intensity to hit—meaning, the greater the defensive intensity, the higher the probability of the shot going in.

Where could one even reason with that?

Who told him that bastard Kobe Bryant, at the peak of his personal ability, acted like a lone wolf and often shot while being double- or triple-teamed?

Fan Xi was now extracting the essence of Kobe's ultra-high-difficulty shooting and integrating it into his own body.

If Kobe were watching TV right now, he would definitely give a thumbs up and praise: *The successor has arrived. *

*Bang! *

Fan Xi suddenly started, quickly performing a crossover. He sliced through Wade's defense sharply; Wade thought Fan Xi was feinting.

Saying he would break through from the left, but actually going from the right.

Many people in the NBA did this: it was a type of psychological tactic.

But Fan Xi disdained such things.

After a sharp change of direction, he rushed toward the left like thunder. When he plunged inside the three-point line, LeBron James flew over to block him immediately.

Fan Xi rushed in two steps, and James followed closely.

But after two steps, Fan Xi suddenly stopped. James and Wade rushed to double-team him. Fan Xi made a fierce shooting motion upward; the two were thrown off balance by the fake, but they stuck even closer.

At this moment, people would usually choose to pass, because there was no room left to shoot.

But Fan Xi refused.

Amidst the double-team, he suddenly pulled up, shooting the basketball with an incredibly high fadeaway... Wade and James were caught off guard. They both went to block, but they were just a fraction off.

The basketball flew past their fingertips.

After they landed, they were clearly incredulous. They looked at each other, both wondering: *Are we defending Kobe? Even Kobe hasn't been this reckless in years. *

And soon... *Swish! *

The soft, crisp sound brought even greater soul-trembling to them.

Could that terrifying man from Los Angeles have returned?

Fan Xi walked quickly to the sidelines and performed a gentlemanly gesture toward the few fans who had previously tried to surround him: "Thank you for stimulating a stronger me. This is a Christmas gift for you in advance; you deserve it."

Fan Xi was sarcastic.

The few fans felt as if their throats were being choked. Their teeth chattered with anger; they were frustrated to the extreme.

It was as if someone were pointing a gun at their foreheads, forcing them to kneel and sing "Conquer."

It wasn't time yet.

Fan Xi shook his head with a cold laugh and walked toward the backcourt.

He ignored their murderous glares and paid no attention to the sky-filling boos.

He felt great right now.

All along, Fan Xi had been criticized for lacking ball-handling offensive ability and being far from a superstar, but this shot possessed energy that even superstars didn't have. Only historical superstars at the top of the food chain could play this level of shooting; this kind of shot would only appear frequently in highlight reels of those called gods.

Yet Fan Xi had acquired it ahead of time.

It was like someone who hadn't learned to walk yet being able to run wildly.

It was a bit unreasonable, but it happened.

Just like those "nervous knives" like Crawford or JR Smith—they might miss ten games in a row, but in a certain game, as long as they pressed that "Six Meridian Divine Sword" switch, they could score fifty or sixty points effortlessly.

Fan Xi's ultra-high-difficulty shot ignited the Clippers' morale.

This projected directly onto the defensive end.

When James drove into the paint again, Kwame Brown stepped up, using his strong body to block James's path. And when James intended to force a layup, DeAndre Jordan jumped up and swiped the ball away directly.

He passed the ball to Fan Xi.

Fan Xi ran wildly with the ball, Wade in hot pursuit.

But when Fan Xi reached the three-point line, he stopped. He didn't continue the assault.

Instead, he waited for Miami to get into position.

This move left the Clippers' bench puzzled.

McBlin also said on TV: "Jack Fan thinks he's a superstar just because he luckily hit a jump shot. He's too full of himself; he's going to get his head broken."

He said excitedly through gritted teeth, but the panic in his heart was evident. The point gap was widening, while the game time was shrinking rapidly. If Fan Xi took the victory away again this time, what would Miami have left to play with?

All the bragging he had done before would turn into loud slaps, one after another, hitting his face and making a repetitive *slap-slap* sound.

McBlin's worries were becoming reality.

Fan Xi stopped at the top of the three-point arc, facing Dwyane Wade's aggressive defense, and spoke again: "I have a suggestion. Why don't you guys just triple-team me?"

Arrogant!

Overbearing!

Fan Xi interpreted these two words to the extreme.

The Flash bit his cheeks to the maximum, rushing up frantically.

Little did he know, this was exactly what Fan Xi wanted.

Fan Xi met the defense head-on, taking firm steps, carrying Wade's defense as if walking a tightrope at high altitude, actively drilling into LeBron James's defensive circle.

He rushed two steps, reached the free-throw line, suddenly stopped, and made a quick passing motion. James and Wade were both fooled, but Bosh on the side quickly stuck to him.

Little did they know, Fan Xi paused, then turned and faded away, jumping to shoot... finding a sliver of space amidst the Big Three's crazy double-team block, shooting the basketball through the mountains and valleys.

This shot interpreted high difficulty to the extreme.

The Big Three had all tried their best.

But.

*Swish! *

The basketball hit the rim precisely.

Vince Carter, Rasheed Wallace, and Grant Hill on the sidelines clutched their heads exaggeratedly, their expressions losing all management.

The twenty thousand fans on-site seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer; for a moment, there was dead silence in the arena.

This was a shot that killed the heart.

Ignoring your defense—even if you defended to the extreme, he could still kill you.

This was why Kobe Bryant from 04-07 was called a god-possessed killer and considered the hardest player to defend... although his buzzer-beater percentage wasn't as high as James's, and his advanced efficiency was a mess.

However, subjectively, he was a god of slaughter. James had never received that kind of evaluation.

Why? Kobe's shots like this were too lethal.

Pat Riley took a deep breath: *Is this fate? *

He clutched his forehead hard.

At this moment, Fan Xi rushed to the few fans who had provoked him earlier and said loudly: "How was that shot? This is a Christmas gift I'm giving you in advance. I hope you like it."

"You're humiliating us!" A bearded man stood up, furious, and roared at Fan Xi.

Fan Xi smiled and said faintly: "Yeah, so what? Got a problem? Keep it to yourself!"

*F*** you! *

... ===== CHAPTER 252 =====