Chapter 252: Alright, my head is indeed a bit dizzy

These few fans wanted to mess with Fan Xi's mentality, wanted him to perform poorly, wanted him to make a mistake like Artest.

However, they underestimated Fan Xi's intellect.

Now, they underestimated Fan Xi's methods.

Fan Xi was the kind of player who could finish off his opponent and would never let them catch their breath; he could make his opponent lose both body and soul, never just cutting off their head.

He had always been a model of killing the heart.

Just like what he was doing now: he wanted these Heat fans who dared to bare their fangs at him to feel pain whenever they mentioned him; he wanted them to bear the same responsibility for failure as the Heat players; he wanted those Heat fans to kill each other, to attack and destroy them.

Fan Xi paused for a moment, returning to half-court. After scoring two super shots in a row, the Miami Heat were terrified to the extreme; they had to stabilize their footing with a score.

At the same time, the Clippers' morale was at an incredibly high level.

Although Fan Xi had extracted the essence of Kobe's high-difficulty defense, in fact, he was still a true team player. This was the biggest difference between him and Kobe, and also where he had an advantage over Kobe.

Fan Xi was walking on the path of a monster; he would truly become a super anomaly who possessed his own dominant will while also having the techniques and talents of many historical superstars.

Dwyane Wade received the ball from Mario Chalmers. His willpower was extremely tenacious; he knew better than anyone that if this round wasn't taken, Miami's morale would hit rock bottom, and they would need to call a timeout to delay Fan Xi's sniper-like slaughter.

*Bang! Bang! Bang! *

Wade hit the basketball, making it sound like bullets hitting a wall.

Fan Xi faced a formidable enemy.

The Flash's ability was beyond doubt; he could even be called the league's number one shooting guard right now.

*Swoosh! *

Wade took a powerful step, and Fan Xi quickly retreated half a step.

Just when Fan Xi was worried Wade would succeed in one go, James ran over from the other side with defense. Wade took the opportunity to pass the ball to LeBron James and turned his body to set a screen for James, because James had made a gesture to ask for the ball: since the Finals last season, Miami had established James as the absolute core.

"Big against small, this is James's opportunity!!"

McBlin stood up in the broadcast booth, shouting very excitedly.

Fan Xi's two heart-killing shots had silenced him. He was now like a gambler on the verge of a breakdown, only able to roar constantly to cover up his guilty conscience, hoping James would pull off a big one and finish Fan Xi directly.

Because Wade set a screen for James, Fan Xi followed in front of James.

James himself was strong and sturdy, and he had gained weight this summer, so the two standing together formed an exaggerated contrast.

However, Fan Xi was not afraid at all. He stared at James, his body slightly bent, making a posture ready to pounce forward at any time.

James dribbled back and forth between his legs, then saw an opportunity, suddenly accelerating inward, launching a charge like a tank.

When James started running, no one could stop him, and no one dared to stop him. Many guards had already proven it with bloody examples... even hugging him couldn't stop him.

However, just at the moment James started with the ball.

Fan Xi not only didn't dodge, but instead sharply hunched his waist and crashed into him. His left hand was like a curved blade quickly drawn from its sheath... *Slap! *

He slapped the basketball from James's hand, and James's ball was knocked behind him by Fan Xi right then.

At the same time, Fan Xi's head hit James's rock-like muscles heavily. The huge impact caused Fan Xi's jaw to ache sharply, a bloody taste instantly permeated his mouth, and a trace of chaos appeared in his mind.

But Fan Xi's willpower was like steel. He didn't hesitate at all. Even though his mouth was in extreme pain and his brain was a bit concussed, he still turned suddenly, quickly leaving James behind, and grabbed the ball to rush forward.

Fan Xi quickly killed his way to the basket. When he was about to layup, Wade hugged him from behind.

Fan Xi was a bit shaky at the time.

But standing on the sidelines, supporting his knees with both hands to adjust his breathing, the chaos in his brain stopped... it was just an impact, not yet reaching the level of a concussion.

The pain in his mouth, however, became more and more obvious.

Fan Xi's tongue rolled in his mouth. Because he wasn't wearing a mouthguard, the impact just now had caused his teeth to bite a not-so-small cut inside.

Fan Xi walked to the sidelines, spat a mouthful of blood foam into the trash can, rinsed his mouth with ice water, and then walked back onto the court.

The team doctor advised Fan Xi to get checked out, and Maikelbang also indicated that calling a timeout was the right thing to do.

However, Fan Xi shook his head and refused.

He kept his lips tightly shut, not letting the blood flow out.

The Miami players all saw this scene. Their thoughts were a bit different; they thought Fan Xi was weak at this moment and should take this opportunity to beat Fan Xi down.

This was probably why James refused Spoelstra's request for a timeout.

"Jack Fan is injured. His mouth is full of blood. Although he is pretending to be calm and biting his lips to prevent the referee from seeing obvious bloodstains, I think this is enough to affect his performance."

McBlin analyzed quite arbitrarily on TV.

But now, the audience in front of the TV no longer took his analysis seriously, because before this, every one of his analyses hadn't gone as expected.

Before the game, he said the Heat would slaughter the Clippers, but now the Clippers were leading.

Before, he said James could easily crush Fan Xi, but now Fan Xi had already achieved a super triple-double and kicked the Heat to the edge of a cliff.

As for the talk about Fan Xi having his teeth knocked out and a mouth full of blood affecting his performance, they didn't believe it at all. You know, Fan Xi had once hit a buzzer-beater against James even with a torn ligament; what was a missing tooth?

*Swish! *

Sure enough, Fan Xi's first free throw hit accurately.

After hitting the first shot, Fan Xi took a deep breath through his nose and threw the second shot... *Bang! *

It was just a little off.

However, Kwame Brown turned quickly, jumped desperately, flicked the basketball outward with his right hand, and shouted loudly: "Jack!"

Fan Xi quickly captured the landing point of the basketball. He pounced on it like a crazy cheetah. At the same time, James was closer to the ball and also stretched his arms to get it.

However, just at the moment his hands touched the basketball, Fan Xi bit down like a wolf or tiger, snatching the ball directly.

Then, he turned his back and squeezed hard into James's post defense.

James's post defense had made great progress since last season. Although Fan Xi's strength was considered strong among guards, it was ultimately much worse than James's. This squeeze not only failed to gain space but instead compressed his own offensive space.

James immediately leaned in, wanting to lock Fan Xi's space completely. Little did he know, Fan Xi turned directly in this situation, did a super fadeaway, and then jumped to shoot... *Swish! *

It went in!

The point gap widened further.

Another shot that killed the spirit and punished the heart.

Although this shot caused Fan Xi to fall heavily to the ground, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fist tightly.

When Fan Xi stood up, everyone saw a few drops of bright red blood on his white and blue jersey; it must have been because Fan Xi didn't bite down hard enough when he landed, causing blood from his mouth to spill out.

There was also some at the corner of his mouth.

James immediately pointed at Fan Xi to complain to the referee.

According to NBA rules, players with external bleeding are not allowed to be on the court.

The head referee walked over, telling Fan Xi to deal with his wound before coming back on.

Fan Xi swallowed the blood foam in one gulp and wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth with his right hand. He revealed his scarlet teeth: "Is this okay now, Mr. Referee?"

The head referee was stunned by Fan Xi's ferocity.

Looking at Fan Xi, who was gritting his teeth with a burning gaze, he couldn't help but express respect for this tough guy from the bottom of his heart.

"You could actually go off the court to get stitches for that wound."

The head referee said.

A slight upward arc appeared at the corner of Fan Xi's mouth.

He turned and ran to play defense, and when passing those fans, he deliberately stopped his pace, sweeping them with a cold, fierce gaze.

At this moment, they didn't even dare to boo along with the other fans.

Fan Xi brought them real fear; his powerful aura and fierce strength made them feel flustered and regretful inside: Why did we have to provoke this devil? Why did we release his SSS-level ability?

They fell into intense self-doubt: If we fail, are we the culprits?

Miami did not call a timeout.

Wade brought the ball to the front court, and the basketball was handed to James.

Then, as Deng Liwei walked toward him.

This Chosen One shook his head and shouted to Fan Xi: "Jack, you are the captain of the Clippers, and I am the leader of the Heat. Let us settle this dispute with a one-on-one."

James was quite aggressive.

Fan Xi did not hesitate; he strode forward, even though Kuameibulang reminded him from the side: He wants to take advantage of your injury to defeat you.

But, so what? One must have the ability to do so.

Fan Xi had always been one to seek the straight path, never the crooked one.

If you want to fight, then let's fight!

Fan Xi opened his arms and stood in front of James.

At this moment, all the fans in the Meihangzhongxin qiuguan stood up, cheering loudly and backing James.

They clamored for James to destroy Fan Xi.

This home-court momentum was extremely powerful.

It undoubtedly gave James a great boost.

If it were an ordinary player, they would likely be mentally exhausted under this powerful momentum.

But is Fan Xi an ordinary player?

His gaze remained sharp.

His footsteps did not hesitate for a moment.

He stared intently at James's dribbling, just like a hawk watching its prey in the sky.

His body, tensed and ready to explode, gave James the most intuitive feeling: As long as you make a mistake, I can kill you immediately.

James felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

He was exceptionally cautious.

After three between-the-legs dribbles, he suddenly took a big step. Although James's ball-handling was not top-tier, this time, under immense pressure, he burst out with unprecedented energy; his body and the basketball were completely in sync, as one.

He pushed forward like a tank.

His powerful body made Fan Xi unable to block him, but Fan Xi still gritted his teeth and stuck close to James.

James gathered the ball just as he was about to break into the free-throw line.

One step!

He took one step, and Fan Xi fell half a body length behind.

Two steps!

After two steps, Fan Xi's body could only stick to him from behind.

At this moment, Kuameibulang in the paint shifted over quickly, blocking James's path.

James quietly took another step.

He slipped to the side of Kuameibulang, jumped up violently, and dunked the ball with one hand, but Fan Xi, behind him, did not give up. He lunged forward, putting his full jumping ability and explosive power into it, and his right hand slapped down hard toward James.

At the same time, Kuameibulang also jumped into the air, his powerful body lunging at James; the two super high school top picks collided in mid-air.

James pulled back a bit... Sss!

Fan Xi's fingertips touched the basketball, and the ball instantly left James's palm. He turned sideways in a panic, trying to draw a foul.

But his head collided hard with Kuameibulang's.

Two big heads collided, and James's chin hit Kuameibulang's hard crown.

After landing, James immediately covered his mouth, and fresh blood flowed down through his fingers.

Fan Xi, however, grabbed James's basketball and sprinted to the front court. Wade lunged to defend, but Fan Xi flicked his wrist, passing the ball to Hamilton. Hamilton feinted, tricking Chalmers's defense, and passed to Deng Liwei.

Deng Liwei was unguarded... jumped and shot... Swish!

Three-point shot made.

With 2 minutes and 36 seconds left in the game, the Clippers extended their lead to double digits.

The entire Meihangzhongxin qiuguan was filled with wails.

Pain grew in the bottom of everyone's hearts, and twisted ripples appeared on everyone's faces.

James, in whom they had placed high hopes, was blocked, and their destruction plan was backhanded and annihilated by Fan Xi.

The massacre they had expected not only failed to arrive, but now they were about to be massacred by the Clippers.

The scales of victory tipped toward Fan Xi and his Clippers.

A feeling of despair grew in their hearts.

Beep!

Spoelstra called a timeout.

McBlin at the TV station couldn't say a word; he was very helpless.

He didn't even refute Reggie Miller's sarcasm: "... LeBron seemed to have traveled just now..."

James returned to the bench covering his mouth; the inside of his lip was cut... although he wore a mouthguard, Kuameibulang's impact force was extraordinary; after all, he was a high school top pick.

The team doctor quickly walked over to debride James's wound, which was about 1.5 centimeters long.

During the debridement process, James found it hard to endure the pain.

But the greater pain was the conspicuous scoreboard and timer above his head.

Trailing by 12 points.

Can they still catch up?

James was thinking about this question.

"Head Coach, although this wound isn't very large, it carries a risk of infection at any time. I don't recommend LeBron continue playing. If the wound gets inflamed, it will seriously affect his condition going forward."

The team doctor offered his opinion to Spoelstra from a professional medical perspective.

The Filipino frowned; he was nervous. He really wanted this victory, and he knew all the players and fans needed this victory.

He looked at James with a burning gaze, wanting to hear James's opinion.

In fact, all the Miami Heat players were looking at James.

James's eyes dodged slightly.

At this time, the team doctor said again: "LeBron might have a concussion. This is just a regular season game. We can win it back in Los Angeles. For the sake of your entire career, LeBron, I suggest you come to the hospital with me now. This is not a joke."

James sighed.

He said helplessly: "Alright, my head is indeed a bit dizzy."