Chapter 640: Can He Be Stopped, or Is He Still a Demon?

Old Marcus joined the wild roars in the middle of the second quarter; whenever Fan Xi got the ball, he would shout together with the fans beside him: Defense.

He used all his strength, and as the sounds converged, his eardrums vibrated.

This was an experience he had never had, and it made him feel a surge of momentum.

However, the noises did not affect Fan Xi's performance on the court at all; the guy was too steady, a cold‑blooded, merciless killer.

He kept hitting shots from the perimeter; each time he got the ball, Marcus grew nervous, clenching his fists, constantly using his devout faith to draw divine power… he must not let him score.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The nonstop balls going into the hoop made Old Marcus wonder if God was off duty.

The second quarter ended.

The demon Fan Xi's Kuaisuan surprisingly led by 15 points on the road.

The gap made Robert tell him to go outside for a smoke; he couldn't hold it in, his mind was too depressed, needing Marlboro to suppress it.

When Old Marcus went to the bench, he glanced at the stats: the demon Fan Xi had already tallied 36 points, 5 assists, 5 rebounds, 3 steals, 2 blocks in the first half. Those numbers would be superstar level anywhere.

Old Marcus felt desperate; he realized that after spending so much money to come to Meihangzhongxin qiuguan, he could only watch a loss.

On the drive to Miami, he kept daydreaming about tonight's victory with the DJ on the radio.

But…

He stood outside, facing the cool summer night breeze in Miami, and took a hard drag of Marlboro.

The Marlboro was strong, but still couldn't quell his inner gloom.

"Jie Ke Fan is practically not human; Le Bu Lang Zhang Si's hand was covering his eyeball, yet he still could score," Old Marcus said, "How is he so good?"

He was indignant.

But he couldn't change anything.

Robert, beside him, sighed, "If we lose again this year, we'll fall apart. Le Bu Lang Zhang Si will definitely return to Cleveland, maybe even as a full free agent."

"No way, he's in Miami, and we treat him so well?" Old Marcus said uncertainly.

"But he's a Cleveland native after all. Moreover, the Cavaliers' current lineup isn't worse than Miami's; if they swap in a couple of big men," Robert said.

Old Marcus fell silent.

He didn't know what to say.

Then he could only shout, "It's all Jieke Fan's fault! The world would be better off without him."

Robert laughed helplessly, "Don't be like that, old man. If after next season we draw Jieke Fan in the lottery, and he comes to Miami, we'll have the championship."

Old Marcus heard that and instantly relaxed. Yeah. What if we draw Jieke Fan in the lottery?

Jieke Fan is synonymous with the championship.

The thought spread, and the world seemed to open up.

However, at the end of their chat they still decided to keep cheering for the Heat, no matter what, to defend the home court and do everything possible to secure victory.

The second half began.

The cunning demon Fan Xi stopped forcing attacks and instead moved. The plump center posted at the high post, possessing perimeter shooting and precise passing. After Howard was pulled to the high post, the Greek little monster and Leonard rushed the paint wildly.

Ke Li Si Bo Shen quickly picked up his fourth foul.

The home fans erupted in wild boos.

Old Marcus joined in, unsure whether his own boos caused the referee to favor the Heat thereafter.

James and Wei De seized the chance to take the lead, narrowing the gap to six points before the end of the third quarter.

At that moment everyone felt victory was certain, including Old Marcus. He exclaimed excitedly, "If we clinch this win and take two more, we'll be champions."

But… the fourth quarter began.

The demon Fan Xi and the fat center ran a pick‑and‑roll, and the first ball went in for a three under the fat man's screen.

Then the demon pressed Qianmos full court, actually stealing the ball from Qianmos, who was a bit careless… he turned his back, not expecting Leonard to swoop in. Fan Xi immorally snatched the ball from his grasp.

Old Marcus shouted angrily, "That's robbery; they should be sent to jail."

But his shout didn't affect the game.

The demon assisted Jokic for a three‑pointer.

The gap instantly returned to double digits.

The home fans were very discouraged.

Robert said helplessly beside him, "The Clippers are getting stronger; their young players improve each game. Our players' form is inconsistent, our guys are too old."

This is a fact visible to the naked eye.

The Heat have hoarded many veteran players; Wei De counts among them, and his performance fluctuates a lot.

In contrast, under the demon's shaping, the Clippers enjoy healthy payroll, a perfect roster, and grow stronger with each battle, fighting fire with fire.

"We can only pursue quick wins," Kawhi suggested from the other side.

"This is the demon's domain; the demon excels at fast breaks," Old Marcus said helplessly.

Sigh.

The fan community sighed collectively.

Old Marcus crossed a crucifix on his chest, hoping for a miracle.

Le Bu Lang Zhang Si aggressively attacked the Clippers' paint, executing a brilliant combo with Howard.

However, once they finished the attack, the Clippers could immediately respond.

And they always find uncontested scoring chances, leaving no chance for a whistle.

Old Marcus was desperate.

The fans around him were also desperate.

His gaze was exceedingly dim.

The last 3 minutes of the game became agony.

Nobody expected that the two games in Los Angeles would turn into a grueling battle of attrition, but upon arriving in Miami, Fan Xi instead completed the slaughter in one go.

LeBron performed well tonight, Wade was not bad either, Howard grabbed 19 rebounds, and Bosh hardly missed a shot.

But where is the problem?

"Jieke Fan is too strong. He is Thus we include: English. Humans cannot challenge God." Marcus said dejectedly as the game was about to end.

This time, no fans around looked at him with hostile eyes.

Because in their hearts, they all thought that way.

Five years!

Five years of time were destroyed five times!

Who else could still believe that the Heat could defeat Fan Xi?

Many people left the venue in silence.

They no longer expected a miracle to happen; it seemed the only miracle left was to occur on that demon.

Old Marcus, on the other hand, was quite brave; he became a reverse-goer. He did not follow the exiting fans away, but instead moved toward the front stands.

He was heading to the player tunnel to cheer on the Heat players.

When he squeezed his way there, the game had ended.

128:105.

The Los Angeles Clippers, under the leadership of the demon Fan Xi, won the third game, changing the overall score to 2:1.

He fulfilled his pre-game words, saying he would bring home-court advantage back, and he had done so in the past.

He always keeps his word; he always follows through on what he says.

Compared to him, many superstars who make grand promises are simply a joke.

"LeBron! Come on! Wade, come on! We will surely win!"

Old Marcus shouted the names of the stars loudly beside them, exerting all his strength to encourage them.

The Miami players walked back to the locker room with their heads down, dejected.

Old Marcus did not feel discouraged; instead, some children nearby waved their jerseys, hoping to get autographs from the team stars, but no one paid them any attention.

It is obvious that these children do not know how disheartened adults feel after losing a game; they simply want to fulfill their dreams.

After a while, Fan Xi walked over.

No Heat fans welcomed him.

But one child summoned the courage to shout: "Jieke, can you give me an autograph?"

Then Old Marcus saw Jieke stop in his tracks, his face full of smiles, looking extremely warm. From a few meters away, Old Marcus felt that Fan Xi was practically a Hollywood star… In fact, he had also acted in movies, and with his idol Jennifer… it was said that Jennifer had given birth to a son for him.

The demon was not as terrifying as the rumors suggested.

He reached out to take the child's jersey and marker, confirming it was a James No. 6 jersey.

He didn't mind, but instead turned the white home jersey inside out and wrote with the marker on the inside, asking: "What's your name?"

Terry.

Then he wrote on it: "Dear Terry, keep loving basketball. Jieke Fan."

Fan Xi's gesture made the child jump up and down with excitement; Fan Xi returned the jersey and marker to him.

At that moment, another child took out a basketball hoping Fan Xi would sign it.

Fan Xi also gently signed it for him.

Then he left.

At that time, Old Marcus felt a strong urge to buy that basketball and jersey.

But the parents of the two children came over.

His dream of making a fortune ended.

Adults are very clear about how valuable Fan Xi's two signatures are, especially the value of his signature inside the James jersey.

The money Old Marcus spent on tickets could at least return tenfold.

Phew!

The awful home trip ended.

When Old Marcus returned to his car, he listened to a song by the Eagles, smoked two cigarettes, and then left this basketball holy land in his heart.

He knew he might not have another chance to come back in the future.

This game would become his most unforgettable experience, even though Fan Xi led the Clippers to victory.

He no longer expects the Heat to win the championship, because the demon is still that demon. Although the Heat have become very strong this season, deep down they are still the same Heat. The demon can defeat them four times in a row; a fifth time would not be a problem either.

Moreover, this year Fan Xi's teammates are stronger than in any previous year.

On the way to the hotel, his car radio blared JR Smith's arrogant voice. This guy, although he only played a few minutes tonight, Old Marcus didn't even remember him. But his tone was extremely cocky: "Miami has no chance at all; as long as I'm still standing beside Jieke, I won't let anyone steal his Finals MVP."

Old Marcus had no fondness for this outspoken role player, but he did not deny that Jieke Fan, who tonight scored 58 points with a super triple-double, was undoubtedly the MVP.

No one can match him; LeBron James is also strong, but he is not strong at all in front of Fan Xi.

Michael Jordan is strong, but if he were in this era, he might not necessarily be able to stand equal to Fan Xi.

This is Old Marcus's view, and in fact it is also the view of the entire Miami fan base.

Fans as heartbroken as Old Marcus are everywhere in Miami.

But fortunately, they have become accustomed to this defeat.

After all, over these five years, they have spent them this way.

Tomorrow will be another brand-new day.

The day after tomorrow, the fourth game of the Finals will arrive again.

But, many Miami fans are no longer prepared to go to the Meihangzhongxin qiuguan.

They really have no confidence anymore.

Even if the Miami Heat could win, they still lack the confidence to defeat the demon.

From the moment Old Ma Ku Si threw his cigarettes and lighter out the car window, Miami's reconstruction plan since 2010 was completely destroyed.

…

Fan Xi summarized the game at the post-game press conference: "Our shooting percentage is a bit higher, we have a few more rebounds, a few more assists, and slightly more blocks and steals."

"This is why we won."

"Our young players are growing extremely fast; if Miami is the Big Four, you should call us the Big Five or Big Six."

Fan Xi emphasized introducing Yue Ji Qi: "He will be the future's number one center."

"Lun Na De will become a top-five swingman in the league, excelling both offensively and defensively, unstoppable."

"Yang Ni Si will also be a top-five forward in the league."

"Lu Bi Ao is underestimated; he can definitely make the top five among point guards."

"Mili Xiqi has never been a bust; if he wishes, he can become a superstar on any given night."

"Huaiti Seda and Ka Pei La together are like two powerful iron chains; with them, our interior is as solid as a fortress."

"……"

Tonight's press conference was an awards ceremony for the Kuaisuan players.

Fan Xi put a tall hat on each of his teammates.

But no one would doubt Fan Xi's praise, because they had truly taken down the Miami Big Four.

Now Miami is like a building on the verge of collapse, only one step away from utter ruin.

If the Kuaisuan win another away game, making it 3–1, they will automatically collapse.

This is even the collective consensus of Miami fans and Miami media.

Le Bu Lang Zhang Si did not attend the post-game press conference that day, nor did Wei De.

Spoelstra brought Ke Li Si Bo Shen along.

Bo Shen still had confidence, emphasizing that everyone's touch was off today, so they lost. He said they would surely win the next game and then go to Los Angeles to take down the pivotal battle.

His words did not stir the hearts of the Miami reporters below.

Everyone remained calm.

Then Spoelstra apologized, saying it was due to his tactical command, that he had failed to control his defense against Fan Xi.

The media did not press for details.

Because they knew there were no details.

Fan Xi's touch has arrived—who can stop him?

If he can be stopped, is he still a demon?

In the fourth game, can we really win?

…