Chapter 523: Human Limit, 101 Points

Even though this timeout was called by the Brooklyn Nets, even though everyone knows the Nets have already reached the brink of hell.

But the eyes of the whole world are focused on Fan Xi, and even ESPN hasn't given those poor guys a single shot.

Because, at this very moment, the world's breath is in the same rhythm as Fan Xi's.

Fan Xi is the sole protagonist.

It's evident that Fan Xi is somewhat exhilarated.

Fan Xi's complexion has a slight flush; as the camera pushes in, his sweat drips tick‑tock down his hair, and steam rises within his hair.

The scene looks incredibly alluring; Fan Xi's sharply defined, three‑dimensional handsome face draws the eye. Many female viewers are once again deeply captivated, no wonder so many Hao lai wu actresses flock to him—who wouldn't love a man like this? Who wouldn't want to be pressed beneath him, delivering a hundred‑point human limit?

The camera then shows more detail: Fan Xi's both hands are trembling. The team doctor crouches and gives his calves a kneading massage.

Fan Xi cramps.

Even though his spirit is highly excited, he feels no fatigue.

But he has already taken 52 shots, and with the fouls, collisions, and contested battles, Fan Xi's stamina is actually on the verge of depletion.

His legs are cramping, his hands keep trembling uncontrollably.

It's not because he's nervous; his body is expressing fatigue.

Yet, you can't see any of that in his spirit.

This is the classic 'high‑on‑adrenaline' sign: he's unaware of his own fatigue, yet his body is genuinely exhausted.

Michael Jordan, watching this scene on TV, knows exactly Fan Xi's condition. He thinks: perhaps Jie Ke can't play anymore; he's already at 95 points, no need to push further—tonight is a serious overdraw for him.

Many people in the sports world think the same.

Anyone in the sports industry, to some degree, experiences similar situations. It's like some runners who get more excited and higher the longer they run, but in reality their bodies can't keep up with their minds.

Larry Brown asked Fan Xi if he wanted to rest.

Fan Xi said no.

Having already reached the 95‑point threshold, saying now that he doesn't want to break Chamberlain's record would be too hypocritical.

No one doesn't want to carve their name at the pinnacle of human basketball history, and Fan Xi is no exception.

Sport itself is a pursuit of limits; Fan Xi wants to test just how far his own limit extends.

In a sense, this game has long ceased to be a match between Fan Xi and the Brooklyn Nets. It's a contest between Fan Xi and Chamberlain across time, a duel between Fan Xi and the human limit, and a confrontation between Fan Xi and himself. ъìＱυＧΕtＶ. net

Beep!

The whistle blows.

The game continues.

After the Nets return to the court, their demeanor is completely different; the camera sweeps over their faces, and only one word fits: all villains.

They aim to block Fan Xi's historic feat; they cannot let him achieve an unprecedented human limit.

Because they don't want to be remembered for centuries as the ones who let Fan Xi's name shine while they themselves become infamous.

Deron Williams brings the ball into the frontcourt; at first, he stalls at the top of the three‑point arc.

Then, as Fan Xi and Johnson prepare to double‑team him, he drives straight ahead, slamming his sturdy torso into Fan Xi's body.

Fan Xi withstands the collision; his strength remains, but his footwork is a bit unsteady.

At this point, Fan Xi finally realizes how much stamina those high‑intensity shots have drained. He thought he wouldn't get tired, but in fact his exhilarated mind can't register his body's fatigue.

He quickly follows up, guarding Deron up close.

Deron, however, stops, then crashes backward again, pressing against Fan Xi.

He wants to sap Fan Xi's stamina, to disrupt Fan Xi's rhythm with the clash, refusing to let Fan Xi stay comfortable.

This method is correct, even though he shamefully abandons the offense.

Johnson rushes forward and draws a foul on Deron Williams.

Deron Williams steps to the free‑throw line.

Bang!

His first free throw misses.

In fact, Deron isn't feeling great either; his stamina isn't that abundant.

Bang!

The second free throw also misses.

Kevin Garnett grabs the rebound.

Garnett tries to pass to Fan Xi, but finds Fan Xi tightly guarded by Paul Pierce and Deron, forming a human wall like rugby players.

The ball is passed to Stephen Nash… Nash is inserted onto the court at the final moment, and Larry Brown hopes to ease Fan Xi's ball‑handling pressure.

Nash moves as if into an empty space, carrying the ball across half‑court with no defender at all.

Conversely, the ball‑less Fan Xi is trailed by two defenders.

"The Nets are so ugly!"

Reggie Miller bluntly criticizes on TV: "What they're doing is so obvious."

Miller's comment resonates strongly with TV viewers.

Everyone came to watch Fan Xi create a miracle, yet now the Nets have resorted to this almost helpless style.

But that's also understandable.

They can no longer win, so their only task left is to lock down Fan Xi, preventing him from breaking the record.

They have no reason to enable Fan Xi's human miracle.

Since Fan Xi wants to become basketball's number one, he must show his true skill.

Stephen Nash drives inward.

Meanwhile, Fan Xi also rushes quickly toward the paint.

Deron and Pierce followed up, one on the left and one on the right.

But the moment Fan Xi ran into the paint area, he suddenly turned back.

At this time, Joe Johnson and Kevin Garnett suddenly came over, forming a wall like an elevator door closing, blocking Pierce and Deron for more than a second.

And at this time, Nash had already passed the ball from the paint to the corner.

Fan Xi received the ball at the bottom corner of the three-point line and quickly shot.

At this time, his jump height had decreased a bit, his release speed was also slightly off, and Paul Pierce flew over and almost slapped the ball.

But the ball still traced a slightly flat, yet beautiful arc.

While the ball flew in the air, Madison Square Garden arena was silent.

Stephen Curry in front of the TV also had no prediction, because such a shooting trajectory was not in his database.

But soon, the answer was revealed.

Swish!

Fan Xi continued his perfect shooting.

The ball precisely and without error pierced the net.

98 points!

Fan Xi's personal 98th point was also his 40th point in this quarter.

He was only 2 points away from Chamberlain's record.

The passion on site was already burning wildly, the global storm also formed a terrifying vortex on the internet, all other major events happening worldwide were swallowed, and everyone was discussing Jieke Fan's miraculous night of surpassing human limits.

After Fan Xi scored, he raised his hands again.

His hands couldn't stop trembling, even his fingers were shaking.

Michael Jordan lay on the sofa feeling somewhat disappointed and somewhat admiring, his expression complex.

On one hand he was disappointed that Fan Xi again made a three-pointer, on the other hand he felt genuine admiration, he didn't expect Fan Xi to maintain such terrifying accuracy under these circumstances.

Moreover, Kobe Bryant and LeBron James also sat back in front of the TV.

They had previously turned off the TV, thinking this game would end with Fan Xi breaking the record.

But now, people called to tell them, Jieke Fan was going to break human limits and score 100 points.

Fan Xi's 98 points drove many basketball players crazy, they couldn't believe this actually happened like this.

They crazily typed on social media: God! God! God!

They could only use simple words and exclamation marks to express their incredibility.

Fan Xi scored 98 points.

Only one step away from the 100-point record.

The pressure on the Nets team suddenly increased to hellish level.

If the law allowed, they even wanted to directly knock Fan Xi down, so they wouldn't have to accept being his background.

They also had fleeting regrets, but now is not the time for regret.

Deron still brought the ball past half-court, he was still consuming time.

Moreover, he began frequently making physical contact with Fan Xi.

When there were still 7 seconds left in the shot clock, he suddenly turned his back and gave Fan Xi a hard hit.

This hit directly caused the unsteady Fan Xi to fall straight to the ground.

The main referee did not blow the whistle.

Fan Xi fell heavily, he heard the crowd's gasps, he also heard his own heavy breathing, his consciousness was very clear and also very excited. But he found he couldn't get up, even though he tried to let his thoughts drive his body.

He widened his eyes, he saw his teammates approaching.

He thought: Is this my limit?

Is my limit only 98 points?

"Jieke!"

"Jieke!"

"Jieke!"

He heard his teammates shouting loudly.

But his excited consciousness seemed to be slowly falling asleep, he felt a bit fuzzy.

Just as he was about to completely lose consciousness and fall asleep.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, then he bit his tongue hard, instantly a sharp pain shot into his brain.

His body was also jolted awake.

Afterwards, he reached out his hands, Kevin Garnett and Joe Johnson pulled him up.

"Jieke! Are you okay?"

Garnett asked Fan Xi.

Fan Xi shook his head.

He pressed his lips, then he ran to the sideline, he gestured for his teammates to pass the ball to him.

At this time, Deron also quickly came up to press.

He continued to entangle with Fan Xi.

But Fan Xi suddenly made a fierce spin, Nash brilliantly passed the ball with a bounce through Anthony's legs, Fan Xi received the ball, then he suddenly accelerated and sprinted to the front court.

Deron pursued relentlessly, Pierce also fiercely chased from the side.

The two gave Fan Xi no chance.

Fan Xi made a change of direction on the three-point line on this half of the court.

He shook off Deron by half a body's length, and he heard the wind rushing past his ears.

Paul Pierce bumped him at that moment, hitting Fan Xi's ribs with his elbow; Fan Xi felt pain, his body was shoved back a step, but he did not lose control of the basketball.

He continued to sprint forward.

Soon, he would reach the midcourt line.

Deron had already run ahead to set an ambush.

Paul Pierce also intended to keep giving Fan Xi a lesson there; he did not want Fan Xi to bring the ball past half-court, nor did he want him to complete this shot.

And just then, Fan Xi glanced at the basket.

He was somewhat clear-headed and somewhat fuzzy, realizing the basket seemed not too far away either.

So, as he lunged forward a step, he suddenly stopped short and then threw the ball straight out with a hard forward push… He often played this shooting game with Stephen Curry that summer, competing to toss the ball into the basket from various spots on the court.

Through this game, Curry had won him no less than fifty thousand dollars.

But Fan Xi never gave up competing with Curry.

He kept shouting, "You can win my money, but you'll never make me admit defeat."

Fan Xi is just that kind of person—he never admits defeat, he never surrenders to any strong opponent.

Even if exhausted to the point of collapse, even if his body were shattered.

Fan Xi put all his strength into this shot.

After throwing the ball, he didn't even look at Paul Pierce and Deron Williams' incredulous expressions; inside he felt a sense of relief, he had given his all, he had done his utmost.

His tightly clenched mouth loosened, and blood water spilled out from within.

As Fan Xi landed, he staggered and fell to the ground.

This time, he heard his own heart pounding wildly and a breath that was almost a gasp.

His lungs were heaving violently.

His consciousness was slowly fading.

He heard the crowd's gasps of amazement, which turned into shouts.

Then, before he completely 'shut down', he heard the unstoppable cheers of the entire Madison Square Garden.

This roar seemed to surge up from beneath the floor, and Fan Xi fell asleep comfortably in that warm current, right at the center of the New York Knicks' home court floor logo.

There was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

A smile tinged with blood.

This scene was captured by the camera pushing in for a close-up, becoming the greatest image in basketball history.

101 points!

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