Chapter 285: Stepping on the ball with one foot, the Duke of perfect revenge

Leonard rudely stole the basketball from Saint Paul's hands; without waiting to perform how he fell, he had already passed the basketball to the frontcourt. Fan Xi sprinted away, grabbed the basketball, rushed into the paint, spread his wings like a roc, his body stretching and rotating in the air for a full circle... Boom!

Slammed the basketball into the rim with one hand.

360-degree dunk.

Vince Carter jumped up from the bench.

Fan Xi's dunk had both aesthetics and power, and had always been something Vince Carter praised.

Staples Center erupted with irrepressible shouts: MVP! MVP! MVP!

The Clippers fans occupied absolute dominance; they had now turned Staples into a thorough home court, the other half of the Lakers fans had withered, and some even began to leave.

For them, this was a sad Christmas Eve; the "mud-legged" fans they had originally looked down upon were now all riding on their heads.

The Lakers had originally thought victory was in their grasp, but now... they were suppressed by Fan Xi with one hand, like a dog that had fallen into the water.

"Dad, did you see? This is the star I support, this is the team I support, now we are about to win." Robert Jr. looked at his father with pride, saying: "There is nothing destined in the world, nor is there any way to live comfortably just by finding a good platform. I still prefer a life of unyielding struggle and crawling."

Old Robert took off his gold-rimmed glasses, pretending to rub the bridge of his nose, but actually secretly wiped away a tear with his finger.

He remembered himself when he was young; at that time, he had also said similar things and had similar impulses. But in the end, he didn't persist. Now, when he saw his confident son, he suddenly realized... perhaps his choice wasn't necessarily the only correct one.

"Yes, son, I saw it." Old Robert said gently.

"If you can be like Jack Fan and his teammates, struggling tenaciously, not fearing power, not fearing difficulties, and moving forward bravely, then you will definitely be able to achieve success. Just like they are now."

Old Robert said slowly.

His voice was exceptionally clear in the noisy arena; his wife and daughter looked at him in shock.

In everyone's eyes, this head of the family had always been a symbol of strength; he rarely changed his mind, he hoped the whole family would follow his train of thought... often he was correct, he had enough wisdom.

But now, he had changed his previously firm stance.

Robert Jr. had won.

He was very happy; his whole body was filled with joy.

Every little boy in puberty had a strong desire to surpass his father, and now he had realized it.

He became more and more firm.

And on the court, his idol was becoming more and more cruel.

After completing a one-handed 360-degree spin dunk, Fan Xi returned to the half-court to lead the entire team in a wave of tough defense. With Howard and Kobe missing, the Lakers' weak points were exposed.

The Clippers double-teamed Paul.

This league-first point guard exposed his shortcomings; he became hesitant and began to stop moving forward.

Bang!

Under Leonard's defense, he exaggeratedly threw the basketball onto the top edge of the rim.

Immediately, Fan Xi quickly killed toward the frontcourt; he, Leonard, and Butler advanced in three lines, the Lakers' defensive line was shattered, but Fan Xi didn't attack the basket directly, instead using a beautiful no-look-pass to pass the basketball to the corner.

Deng Liwei caught the ball and shot... the paint was full of Clippers people.

Swish!

The basketball hit.

The point gap expanded.

The cheers of the Clippers fans became even more surging.

The Lakers fans, however, entered a withered and listless aura.

Their bench was as silent as death; Jean Bas didn't know when she had left the arena, Magic was still sitting there, but he looked listless, supporting his head with both hands, his eyes dull, no one knew what he was thinking.

But someone must be guessing that he was regretting.

Since Fan Xi was traded by the Lakers, many people had been saying the Lakers would regret it, the Lakers would regret it; after the preseason super massacre, this voice became even louder. However, Jean Bas kept her mouth hard, and the Lakers executives never expressed such thoughts.

After they got Howard to form a super strong team, they were even a bit smug; after all, the Clippers were in "trouble" at this time.

But now, the more fiercely they advertised before the game, the louder the slap in the face was now.

That stupid woman Jean Bas even arranged off-court tricks, intending to destroy Fan Xi's reputation.

But now, what Fan Xi gave her was one slap after another.

Fan Xi didn't put away his long sword; he continued to hack and kill.

He was even more fierce in his defense of the Lakers; the first point guard didn't even pass the ball out under the triple-team, and was stolen as soon as he shot.

Then, Fan Xi ran wildly, quickly creating an offensive.

He stopped suddenly outside the three-point line, from the backcourt to the frontcourt, taking less than 5 seconds, and shot directly... Swish!

Luck was on his side.

Three-pointer hit, the point gap expanded further.

But at this time, the Clippers performed as if they were trailing; after Fan Xi scored, he rushed to Paul's front, performing a full-court press.

Fan Xi showed extra toughness, extra aggressiveness.

Paul was very angry, he glared at Fan Xi: "Is it necessary to be like this?"

Fan Xi sneered and said: "Isn't it you who wanted to make a clean break?"

Sarcasm and mockery.

Fan Xi had always been a person who repaid grievances with grievances; he didn't intend to let Paul go. Since he wanted to humiliate him, why not humiliate him excessively, so as not to let him dare to talk nonsense in the future.

Under Fan Xi's full-court press, Paul's advancement speed wasn't fast.

And just after he crossed half-court, Leonard double-teamed him; Paul hurriedly jumped up to pass the basketball to Matt Barnes.

Hahaha.

Fan Xi laughed heartily at this, and the audience on the sidelines were infected by his laughter. He said: "Does the first point guard also have the tradition of passing the buck at critical moments?"

Bang!

Before the words fell, Matt Barnes missed the shot.

The basketball was grabbed by DeAndre Jordan, who threw it toward the frontcourt.

Fan Xi and Paul ran wildly toward the frontcourt at the same time; the two guards competed for speed at this moment.

Their speeds were about the same, but Fan Xi had an advantage in height and body type; when rushing to the three-point line, Fan Xi squeezed Paul away, grabbed the basketball, and headed straight for the paint.

Paul followed closely, and when Fan Xi jumped, he went to hug Fan Xi and throw him to the ground.

But Fan Xi's explosive power erupted fully, a step faster; Paul only grabbed Fan Xi's jersey, Fan Xi jumped up violently, Paul exerted force from behind... but he didn't pull him... Boom!

Fan Xi gritted his teeth and slammed the basketball into the rim with extreme strength.

As Fan Xi grabbed the rim, Paul was subconsciously dragged forward, his figure staggering.

Ugly appearance exposed.

Beep!

The head referee blew the whistle.

Gave him a foul.

After Fan Xi landed, he patted his jersey as if brushing off the dust on a crown, ignoring everyone.

Chris Paul looked like a weak child in front of him.

Swish!

Fan Xi hit the extra free throw.

There were 28 seconds left in the game.

The Lakers finally subbed Saint Paul off during the timeout.

However, Fan Xi didn't rest, and all the Clippers starters were there; he didn't intend to talk about any "jianghu" rules with the Lakers.

Pop!

Derek Fisher had just received the basketball when it was stolen by Leonard; he threw it onto the backboard, it bounced back, and Fan Xi flew into the sky, slamming the basketball directly into the rim.

The point gap expanded to double digits.

Fan Xi's score also broke the 40 mark.

Derek Fisher looked a bit dazed; he quickly passed the basketball out, and Pau Gasol brought the ball across half-court.

Just after crossing half-court, DeAndre Jordan pressed up.

Gasol had to pass the ball; he passed the basketball out, Jimmy Butler stole the basketball and passed it to Fan Xi.

Fan Xi brought the ball to the frontcourt; just when everyone thought he would continue to dunk, he stopped at the arc of the three-point line, a step inside to the left, he stopped there, then put the ball down and stepped on it with his foot.

Just when everyone thought this was a cruel humiliation.

He took off his shoes and stepped on it barefoot.

Pointing at his ankle with his finger.

The whole arena was broken.

Whether it was Clippers fans or Lakers fans.

Everyone remembered one clear thing.

That was... Fan Xi had once completed a Finals-winning shot that shook the past and present in this very place; he sent the Lakers to a dynasty from this position, he took down the Heat, who had a super Big Three, single-handedly, and won the most legendary championship in Lakers history.

Moreover, he paid the price of several ligaments.

Now, he returned in a Clippers jersey, and he killed the Lakers who had abandoned him.

He stepped on this basketball with the left foot that he had once contributed supreme glory to the Lakers with.

He told the whole world what kind of glory he had once won for you in this position.

Now, I am in the same position, stepping the ugly you into shame, permanently branded in the long river of history of humiliation.

At this moment, the Lakers' glorious history was dim and lusterless.

The Lakers fans on the scene seemed to have been KO'd by a punch; they not only lost the victory of this game, but also lost their so-called sense of honor and superiority.

What kind of big family?

Treacherous.

Not worth a damn.

Fan Xi crushed their pride with this foot.

Magic, after panic, covered his face and wept.

He was the greatest player in Lakers history; he had once won the Rookie of the Year MVP like Fan Xi, but he sincerely believed Fan Xi's MVP was greater and more glorious than his.

But... but...

Fan Xi was back now, and he led the city's team to defeat the Lakers.

And, he killed them and punished their hearts.

He not only won in the score, but also drove the Lakers into an unrecoverable situation in terms of morality.

What is revenge.

This is it.

"This is the Duke's revenge. He finally stood at the peak of Staples again; he controlled the joy and sorrow of this arena, no matter what jersey he wore."

The NBC commentator said emotionally the moment the final whistle blew.

But Fan Xi was still frozen there.

His gaze was burning, staring fixedly at the Lakers bench; no one on the Lakers bench dared to look directly into his fierce gaze.

Everyone felt guilty.

Kobe Bryant looked up at Fan Xi, and finally, he stopped talking too.

He knew how sad Fan Xi was when he was abandoned last summer; when you give your all for this team, even risking your entire career, but are still sold off by high-level struggles.

Click! Click! Click!

The photographers on the sidelines rushed over, they took many photos; this was the most arrogant, most glorious, most inflammatory, and most story-filled photo of this Christmas Eve.

Fan Xi's foot without shoes and socks, his arrogant expression, his burning gaze toward the Lakers bench.

No matter the angle of the composition, what was captured was an arrogant Duke, who had just stabbed his treacherous minister to death with a long sword.

Fan Xi walked to the technical desk and jumped up; all the Clippers fans in the arena shouted loudly: MVP! MVP! MVP!

The sound was overwhelming, like a tsunami.

The Clippers ushered in a thorough rebirth.

This Christmas Eve victory allowed Clippers fans to see the birth of a true god.

The sky had cleared.

The sky of the City of Angels was no longer just purple and gold.

In this game, the Clippers would firmly stand their ground and gradually form a trend of competing with the Lakers.

Fan Xi's foot crushed the Lakers' sense of superiority.

He put morality on the Clippers' side.

Now, all of Los Angeles would cheer for the Duke who succeeded in his revenge.

This is righteous revenge.

Fan Xi raised his hands high.

He welcomed the mountain-shaking cheers of Staples Center like a king.

In his eyes, this was still his duchy, and here, he was still the ruler.

Watching the Lakers players and Lakers fans flee in panic.

His heart was filled with excitement.

He said loudly to the fans who were shouting MVP at him: "From today on, the era of the Clippers has arrived."

This sentence triggered even greater mountain-shaking cheers.

When Fan Xi turned around, many fans were even prostrating themselves before him.

Fan Xi started the Clippers era in Los Angeles.

This made the Clippers' quasi-former owner Sterling, in front of the TV, full of regret; now that Fan Xi and the Clippers' momentum was so strong, he regretted it all the more: why did he sign that agreement that could never be realized?

Looking at his painful expression, Ballmer, sitting next to him, said: "I don't think Jack Fan can eat this cake; he doesn't have enough money."

But this sentence had no comfort for Sterling.

Because no matter what, he had to hand over the Clippers club completely; even his wife wanted to keep a little bit of shares but was rejected.

Ballmer was very happy now.

Reporters quickly greeted him; they had many things they wanted to ask this young Duke who had completed an epic revenge.

"How many points did we win by?"

Fan Xi asked the reporter.

"11 points." A reporter answered Fan Xi.

"Not bad, just consider it a tribute to the newly joined Yao." Fan Xi raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

Subsequently, a reporter asked Fan Xi how it felt to defeat the Lakers?

Fan Xi answered solemnly: "It feels great."

"Why did you choose to step on the basketball with your foot for the last shot, is there any special significance to this?"

The reporter continued to ask.

"You can ask the Lakers; they should have a more complete answer." Fan Xi replied: "Besides, for the last shot, not attacking, isn't that the NBA's rule?"

This sentence was full of sarcasm.