Chapter 367: Retribution is Unpleasant, James Has Never Been a Signature Superstar

Fan Xi has gone crazy!

Fan Xi is like a terrifying blade-wielder walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Blood drips from his body.

He alone brings real fear to more than 20,000 people in the audience; everyone is booing him in horror, Miami people desperately need someone to block this terrible killer.

Their eyes are all focused on LeBron James.

As the Chosen One of the current League, he has reason to stand out at this moment and block the crazy Fan Xi.

However, at this time, LeBron James just calmly passes the basketball to Wade.

Wade brings the ball forward.

"It's time to test Miami. If they can't lock Jack. They will lose this series."

Kobe Bryant says categorically: "This is their last chance."

Kobe is very certain.

Wade knows it well; he brings the ball across half-court, and when he sees LeBron James running to the weak side, he immediately understands.

He brings the ball to cut inward, Fan Xi follows his pace closely, like a piece of glue.

Interpreting toughness and cleanliness to the fullest.

Wade kills into the free-throw line by one step, he stops suddenly, and after finding a trace of space, he shoots a fadeaway jump shot, Fan Xi pounces up rapidly... at this time, Fan Xi's hard physical talent has exceeded Wade's; he can jump higher, has stronger explosive power, and better hang time... hiss!

Fan Xi's hand touches the basketball.

Beep!

But the whistle blows.

Fan Xi is very calm after landing.

He looks back, watching the basketball fall like a kite with a broken string, an airball.

This is a beautiful block.

The head referee gives him a defensive foul, Wade walks to the free-throw line.

Fan Xi asks Wade: "If you still can't win the Grand Champion with such help, how shameful would it be?"

Wade doesn't answer Fan Xi.

He doesn't say anything like victory is victory, he still wants a bit of face.

"This foul call makes no sense," Kobe Bryant says on TV.

Fans all over the world have seen that this is a clean block; if you have to say Fan Xi has a foul action, at most it is that he has a little pushing action when Wade is moving.

But the head referee blew him for hitting the hand.

Which hand did he hit? He didn't even touch the hand, he touched the basketball.

Mike Breen couldn't even say words of comfort; he thought Miami Heat's home-court whistle this time was too black. Blacker than the '06 Finals and the '02 Western Conference Finals.

The fans in front of the TV cursed one after another; no one felt that Miami Heat deserved the victory.

Filthy, dirty.

Swish! Swish!

Dwyane Wade did what he should do; he accepted the test.

He let the panic and fear of the entire Meihangzhongxin qiuguan get a trace of calm; if Fan Xi is a man-eating demon, then he is the guardian in front of the crowd.

He has always been the guardian of the Meihangzhongxin qiuguan.

Since the day he put on the number 3 jersey in 2003.

Fan Xi brings the ball to the front court.

Wade presses the whole court, Fan Xi's two three-pointers make him not dare to have any slack.

And when he defends closely, Fan Xi quickly passes through a beautiful sudden stop, and then goes deep into the three-point line relying on Leonard's screen.

James goes to lead-defend Fan Xi.

Fan Xi breaks through one step rapidly, stops suddenly, makes a ball-collecting action... James rushes up to prepare to block... who knew Fan Xi just made a light change of direction, directly throwing his defense into a tumble dryer, his center of gravity is like being thrown into a centrifuge.

Buddha-worship!

Kobe shouts the name of this move on TV.

"Jack can always play creatively at the most tense, most critical, most fatal moments; this is his talent, just like when killing people, Beethoven's symphony rings in his ears..."

While Kobe is speaking... Boom!

Fan Xi completes a powerful dunk in the paint; after shaking off James, he probes deep into the paint, jumps up violently, Marcus Camby tries to block, but is smashed under Fan Xi's body like a cannonball, he can't move at all and can't resist... Boom!

Fan Xi is like a brutal monarch giving Marcus Camby a painful humiliation.

At the moment this violent dunk happened, various painful sighs erupted uncontrollably in the entire Meihangzhongxin qiuguan.

And Marcus Camby, who was under his body, stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

How embarrassed Marcus Camby is.

How majestic Fan Xi is.

After Nowitzki went off, he has already scored 8 points in a row.

He helps the Clippers establish a lead.

There is less than 1 minute left.

What else can the Miami Heat do?

Many fans at the scene were shocked by Fan Xi's murderous aura; their inner pessimism was like water grass growing crazily in the dark, they felt they couldn't win today.

Dwyane Wade still brings the ball across half-court, but suddenly Fan Xi and Leonard double-teamed up, and he quickly passed the basketball to James.

At the same time, Fan Xi switched defense over.

Fan Xi stares at James.

Forming small defending big.

James is very smart; he immediately turned his back, he wants to use back-to-the-basket isolation to win Fan Xi.

Hehe.

Kobe Bryant in front of the TV suddenly laughed.

The two partners are very strange.

But Kobe knows: Jack's conspiracy succeeded. LeBron wants to use back-to-the-basket isolation to finish off Jack, it's simply a dream. Back-to-the-basket isolation is not something you can learn by paying hundreds of thousands of dollars to Olajuwon and dominate the League.

Pfft!

James bumped back the first time; his surging strength and explosive power made Fan Xi retreat half a step.

Fan Xi's strength is not weak, and his center of gravity is low; back-to-the-basket isolation is not entirely wrestling, there are also very deep techniques.

And when James tried to exert force back-to-the-basket for the second time, Fan Xi suddenly made a side-stealing action, James quickly turned around, and just as he turned around, Fan Xi had already moved horizontally, he stood straight in front of James, as long as James moved forward, it would be an offensive foul.

With James's ball-handling ability, he can't break free in a square inch.

However, James made an unimaginable move; he collected the ball and stepped out to the left, one step, two steps, Fan Xi rushed to chase, at this time James had already arrived at the basket.

Xiao Qiaodan also stood in a good defensive position.

James dragged the third step, he used an exaggerated move to prepare to throw the basketball... slap!

Just as he raised the basketball to his waist, Fan Xi directly chopped the basketball down with a powerful hand knife... just like he had been prepared.

Bang!

The basketball fell.

Fan Xi took the basketball. 【367-7

The head referee didn't even have time to blow the whistle.

Fan Xi dribbled the ball forward at a sprint, and Miami scrambled to organize their defense.

But Fan Xi did not launch a fast attack; he was burning time.

He consumed 15 seconds in the half-court.

Then he drove inside, and while driving, he quickly dished the basketball to the corner.

Grant Hill had been ready for a long time.

This small forward, who had been pinned with high hopes many years ago, jumped and shot... the basketball's arc was perfect; he had been preparing for this all along.

This ball carried his basketball dreams.

Swish!

The basketball pierced through the net.

There were only 18 seconds left in the game.

The Miami Heat were trailing by 7 points.

Even though they had been favored quite a bit, they were still standing on a crumbling rock at the edge of a cliff, with a bottomless abyss beneath them.

Beep!

The Heat requested their final timeout.

Fan Xi led the Clippers players toward the bench. Upon returning to the bench, all his teammates rushed over to celebrate with the players. Grant Hill and Steve Nash shared an excited chest bump, and Vince Carter shouted at him: "Grant, keep doing that! You should have received these honors long ago."

The Clippers' morale reached its peak.

Having Nowitzki fouled out didn't bring them down; instead, it pushed them to an unprecedented high.

Meanwhile, the Heat were like eggplants hit by frost; they were very passive. While there were precedents for erasing a 7-point deficit in 18 seconds, it wasn't impossible.

But would the Clippers let them do it?

"Miami needs to hit 3 three-pointers within 18 seconds and stop the Clippers on at least two possessions."

Reggie Miller calculated the work steps the Heat needed to win the game.

He once created the famous "Miller Time," scoring 8 points in 8.9 seconds to complete a game-winning performance.

Therefore, he had a great deal of authority to say this.

Beep!

The whistle blew quickly.

Under the Clippers' frantic entanglement, the Heat completed the inbound pass. James jumped at the top of the three-point arc to receive the ball, then threw it toward the basket without hesitation... Beep!

The whistle blew; they called a foul on Leonard.

Leonard raised his hands high. He had only jumped slightly to interfere just now; how could that be a foul?

They have no shame left.

James shot an airball; his three-pointer missed the rim entirely and went out of bounds.

Mike Brown shouted from the sidelines: "We are filing an appeal; we demand to see the replay."

But the head referee ignored the request.

James walked to the free-throw line.

He adjusted his breathing; at this moment, there were 15.8 seconds left until the end of the game.

Fan Xi walked over and told him: "If you don't make all three free throws, you're doomed to lose."

James shrugged his shoulders, feigning relaxation.

Then, bang!

He missed the first shot.

Swish!

He made the second shot.

For the third shot, he aimed for the front rim; the Heat needed an offensive rebound.

Bang!

The basketball clanked off the iron.

James had intentionally thrown the ball toward the front of the rim, intending for it to bounce back so he could catch it. Little did he know, Fan Xi had already seen through his intentions. He accelerated directly in front of James, grabbed the basketball, and quickly threw it toward the backcourt.

Leonard had already crossed half-court. Leonard received the ball and circled around.

Wade rushed over to defend. At this time, Fan Xi also sprinted across half-court, and Leonard threw the ball over.

Fan Xi grabbed the basketball.

James chased after him aggressively. Fan Xi changed direction to shake him off, not giving him a chance to foul.

Subsequently, Camby and James converged to double-team him again.

They surrounded Fan Xi completely.

Fan Xi shouted: "DeAndre!"

Under the double-team, he threw the basketball forcefully toward the paint.

DeAndre Jordan rushed to attack the paint; he had an absolute height advantage.

Who would have known that just as he established his position... Swish!

The basketball Fan Xi threw actually went straight through the net.

Heaven intends to destroy the Heat.

This miraculous three-pointer extended the lead to 9 points, and furthermore, there were only 5.9 seconds left for the Heat.

They had no timeouts.

The Clippers did.

But the Clippers didn't call one; they just sneered as they watched them.

The Clippers players applied full-court pressure. Under the Clippers' oppression, Chris Bosh bypassed the nearby options and inbounded the ball to Shane Battier outside the three-point line.

Little did he know, just as the ball was passed out, Grant Hill charged over regardless of the cost.

He and Battier were both high-achieving graduates of Duke, but at this moment, senior and junior were facing off. Grant Hill used a desperate soccer-player-style save to swat the ball toward the frontcourt.

DeAndre Jordan quickly ran over to grab the ball, and then he dribbled across half-court.

The outcome was decided.

The Heat stopped fouling.

DeAndre Jordan passed the ball to Fan Xi.

Fan Xi received the ball, placed it on the ground, and the moment the whistle blew, he gave it a light kick, sending the ball to the side, and walked toward the player tunnel without looking back.

This basketball had desecrated the sport.

The Clippers won this game with glory.

The American Airlines Arena, however, lost with shame.

"No matter which level you look at it from, the Clippers deserve the victory," Kobe said at the final moment.

Reggie Miller nodded and said: "The Miami Heat have no hope. They lost two home games. Next, in Los Angeles, they won't get such favorable conditions; they will lose the Finals. The significance of LeBron joining the Miami Heat will become meaningless. This is the tragedy of his career."

Miller said it very bluntly, even though it would offend LeBron James.

However, when it comes to career tragedies, no one understands better than Reggie Miller. He spent most of his career living in Jordan's shadow.

"I think Miami should sue the three referees from tonight. These three referees made them forget how to play basketball, with their minds always thinking about how to get help from others."

At this time, Arenas was already accepting an ESPN post-game interview. As a press officer who didn't get much playing time but whose post-game statements were extremely important, Arenas's words were piercing: "This proves one thing again: flowers in a greenhouse cannot withstand the wind and rain. Spoiled children often get beaten when they go outside."

"This is an extraordinary victory. We won despite the opponent having 21 more free throws than us."

"Jack is undoubtedly great. I think LeBron James should hand over the title of the League's signature superstar to Jack with both hands. Isn't Jack already the League's number one player?"

"Tonight, Jack recorded a super triple-double of 41 points, 12 assists, 10 rebounds, 3 steals, and 2 blocks, which is rare in Finals history. Furthermore, he defeated a strong team like the Miami Heat, formed by a peak Big Three joining forces. Isn't that enough to prove his transcendent status?"

"The League will be ruled by Jack sooner or later."

Arenas told the camera with an incomparably firm tone: "If you're not convinced, come and fight!"

"See you in Los Angeles."

Arenas waved his hand, turned around very stylishly, and bid farewell to the ESPN camera.

At this moment, Mike Breen in the studio asked Kobe: "Do you think the League's signature superstar is LeBron James, or you, or Jack?"

"Right now, it's me."

Kobe said very seriously: "But if Jack wins the Grand Champion, it will be him next season."

"What about LeBron?" Mike Breen pressed.

"A signature superstar must at least possess a Grand Champion ring, right? An Eastern Conference title is not a pass; no matter how many you get, it's useless."

Kobe shrugged his shoulders; his stance was very clear.

That is, LeBron James has never been any kind of signature superstar.

Of course, this was just Kobe's point of view.

To many people, LeBron had created so many statistical records, and his commercial value was so high, and he had so many merits... he should have been the League's signature since 2006.