Chapter 71: Killing the Game, Like a God

Curry hurriedly turned back to chase.

He didn't expect that after not seeing him for a while, Fan Xi's speed would be so violent.

It was as if he had changed into a different person.

Fortunately, Curry had also evolved during this time. After the top-notch training in the NBA, his coordination ability had also improved to an incredible level. He followed Fan Xi's pace half a beat behind.

Fan Xi rushed one step into the free-throw line, and he suddenly stopped abruptly.

Curry's pace couldn't keep up, but he still stumbled and stuck to him quickly. He stretched out his right arm to make a defensive move to interfere with Fan Xi's shot.

He was full of confidence, believing that as long as Fan Xi used a one-stage jump shot, he would have the ability to interfere with it.

However, what was unexpected was that Fan Xi did shoot, but the arc was very high, not like a shot at all.

Careful!!

Curry shouted hurriedly.

But it was too late. Cousins had already soared into the sky. He jumped up and grabbed the basketball passed by Fan Xi... Boom!

He completed a dunk.

There were 26 seconds left in the game, and the First-Year Team led by 2 points.

It was Fan Xi's assist again.

The initiative returned to the hands of the first-years.

The entire Staples Center was boiling. Fan Xi's performance at the critical moment was calm and wise. His passing was just right and pierced the Second-Year Team's defense.

"How did he do it? His line of sight seemed to be blocked just now?"

Deron Williams sat in front of the TV, asking Chris Paul with confusion.

Deron Williams was a first-tier point guard in the league, but he was a bit different from Paul. Although he was also a perennial 20+10 member, he relied more on Coach Sloan's pick-and-roll tactics, which had an additive effect on his data, commonly known as: "living off the system."

Paul was different. Paul could play any tactic, so the media's evaluation of him was higher. He was "making the system live," he could make any set of tactics more efficient.

"He made a gesture when he broke through. He broke through from the left, Cousins pretended to run to the right, and then cut back."

Chris Paul said: "It's not brilliant. But it's very confident, and the grasp of timing is not bad."

Deron nodded and said nothing more.

At this time, the Second-Year Team requested the final timeout.

For them, there were not many choices left.

With 26 seconds left, they could rush for a shot, and then get the ball back by fouling to send the opponent to the free-throw line.

But once the rush attack failed, the consequences would be very slim.

They could also stabilize the rhythm and play a high-success-rate possession. Finally, leave two or three seconds of offensive time for the First-Year Team. As long as they defend, they would lock in the victory, or at least force overtime.

Entering overtime, the experienced Second-Year Team obviously had a greater possibility of winning.

TNT's TV station was analyzing this matter.

Charles Barkley said that the Second-Year Team still had an innate advantage.

I don't know if he was comforting his own heart.

Kenny Smith was proud of Fan Xi's performance. "No matter what the final result is, the thing that is certain is that Jack has surpassed his peers. Perhaps in terms of talent, Griffin and Wall still have local advantages. However, in terms of game control and leadership, Jack is already in a class of his own."

"If the first-years win, the MVP will be without suspense."

Smith was becoming more and more confident.

Even if Charles Barkley was sitting next to him, he couldn't refute.

The eyes of the masses were discerning.

Now, people were extremely looking forward to Charles Barkley fulfilling his stupid but confident promise again. Kenny had previously stated that he would offer his dark buttocks in front of the entire American audience.

While the host was joking during the timeout, the benches of the two teams were brainstorming.

First-Year Team head coach Mike Budenholzer, after being scolded by Fan Xi to his face, deliberately pretended to see nothing. He sat on the bench, intending to watch Fan Xi make a fool of himself.

However, the first thing Fan Xi did when he returned to the bench was to get the tactical board from Stoudemire, and the players also spontaneously gathered around him.

Fan Xi couldn't let anyone watch him make a fool of himself.

He had already established a leader image in the hearts of this group of temporary teammates, and there was no difference between having Mike Budenholzer and not having Mike Budenholzer.

"They will choose to stabilize, and then play a high-success-rate possession."

Fan Xi said to his teammates: "There is more than a 50% chance that Stephen Curry will control the ball, and then launch a breakthrough... when everyone's attention is on the ball, pass to the restricted area, and let a teammate who seems impossible complete the finish in the restricted area."

Fan Xi analyzed while drawing tactics: "So, no matter what happens to me, you must follow the defenders."

"Another 35% chance is that Stephen Curry uses a screen to complete a perimeter shot."

"There is another 15% chance that it will be passed to James Harden, let Harden complete the attack... Harden is a hidden killer, he is not as simple as he looks, although he is a substitute at the Thunder."

Fan Xi analyzed methodically and arranged the position of each teammate.

Although he was not as good as the coach in some professional terms, and the tactical diagram was drawn sloppily. But his thinking was clear, and he let his teammates understand his intentions.

At this time, everyone didn't doubt whether his judgment was accurate.

Mike Budenholzer curled his lips and raised his eyebrows in disapproval, and he muttered disdainfully: This guy, does he think the game is playing house? What tactics does he know?

This sentence fell into McHale's ears, and McHale satirized him: "Recall what you were doing when you were 19. Being easily bypassed by a first-year rookie, having your command power taken away, it won't help your career if it gets out."

Budenholzer argued strongly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I'm waiting for this kid to beg me. After he loses the game, the whole world will stay away from this little ball bully who has no respect for elders."

Humph!

McHale snorted coldly, and they didn't have a common language.

In his heart, Fan Xi had already won.

If it were really as Budenholzer said, after Fan Xi failed, he ran out to smear him, McHale would definitely jump out to defend Fan Xi.

At the same time, the Second-Year Team's bench looked harmonious.

The head coach was arranging tactics in great detail. His idea was to rush for a shot, and then foul, or steal.

However, Stephen Curry and Harden and the others strongly opposed this.

Curry said don't try to steal the ball from Jack's hands. His ball-handling ability is the best I've ever seen, and his free-throw percentage is not low at all.

Curry then said his idea, and his idea was approved by his teammates and the coaching staff.

However, the head coach then asked him a question.

If three or four seconds were left for the First-Year Team at the end, would they have a chance to hit a shot?

Curry said: "I have confidence. Jack's ability to shoot with the ball is not strong. The reason he passed the ball just now was because I pinched his lifeline. His one-stage jump shot has a low release point and is easily blocked, and his two-stage jump shot is unstable..."

The head coach nodded hurriedly.

Beep!

The whistle blew, and the game continued.

The players from both sides walked onto the court again.

This was the final showdown.

This rookie game played out with unprecedented tension and anticipation, like an epic plot.

Now, the finale had finally arrived.

Who would have the last laugh?

All the fans in the Staples Center had stood up long ago, and they were holding their breath in anticipation.

Stephen Curry received the inbound pass from DeRozan at midcourt, and he arrived at the front court steadily.

Then he stayed outside the three-point line, just as Fan Xi said to his teammates on the bench.

The Second-Year Team was going to stabilize and play a high-success-rate possession.

This made the first-year players have another layer of conviction in Fan Xi.

Fan Xi looked at Curry calmly and said to him: "Stephen, if I'm not mistaken, it must have been you who suggested to your head coach to stabilize and play a high-success-rate possession."

"And, you will break through in front of me, pretend to attack, but actually pass to a teammate in the restricted area, let them complete the dunk. Let me guess, is it DeRozan? Or Ibaka?"

Fan Xi said calmly.

Stephen Curry's expression changed significantly.

Although he looked very calm.

He didn't expect Fan Xi to know him so well, and actually guessed his plan.

At that time, Curry suggested it to his head coach.

Fan Xi didn't stop his lips, he kept spraying trash talk at Curry: "After hitting a basket, you will follow my footsteps. You told your coach, you said my one-stage jump shot has a low release point, my two-stage jump shot is unstable... isn't that right."

Fan Xi said this, and Curry's figure was obviously trembling with tension.

Just at this moment, Fan Xi attacked suddenly.

His psychological offensive worked.

Curry was slightly caught off guard, he hurriedly changed direction... to avoid Fan Xi's sudden steal.

But once he moved, he fell into Fan Xi's trap.

He originally planned to start when there were only 6 seconds left in the offensive time, but now there were 10 seconds left.

Once he started moving, he couldn't collect the ball again, because Fan Xi would wrap around him.

He hurriedly rushed inside in the chaos, and Fan Xi retreated quickly to follow.

When the two were heading inside the three-point line.

Taj Gibson suddenly ran out from the restricted area. He wanted to set a screen for Curry. Cousins forgot Fan Xi's instructions, and he subconsciously followed out.

Just at this moment, Curry stopped abruptly.

Then, before Fan Xi could block him, he passed to the restricted area.

Fan Xi shouted hurriedly: Careful.

But it was too late.

Taj Gibson running out was not to set a screen for Curry, but when he was about to reach the free-throw line, he suddenly turned to the side. He set an off-ball screen for the running DeRozan, blocking Wesley's way.

DeRozan was unstoppable, he killed his way into the restricted area and jumped high.

DeMarcus Cousins was no longer under the basket. Although he ran back to defend with regret, it was too late.

Boom!

DeRozan completed the dunk.

"Jack, you are indeed very smart, but this time you still missed a beat?" Curry showed a victorious smile, amidst the gasps of the whole audience.

"Is that so? I don't think so."

Fan Xi smiled faintly. He shouted: "Pass the ball."

Cousins ran to the boundary quickly and passed the basketball to Fan Xi.

Fan Xi ran wildly to the front court with the ball.

Although the Second-Year Team scored the goal to tie the game just now, they left 8 seconds for the First-Year Team.

8 seconds, enough for Fan Xi to do too many things.

When Fan Xi caught the basketball, he ran wildly all the way.

Curry chased desperately behind, but was half a beat slow. At this time, James Harden also rushed up.

The two were going to form a closing encirclement.

But Fan Xi didn't stop his pace.

The fans on the scene, the superstars on the sidelines, the commentators on TV, and the audience in front of the TV were all very surprised. They thought Fan Xi should request a timeout.

However, Fan Xi didn't do that.

Instead, he galloped all the way.

He advanced like lightning.

He was unprecedentedly fierce.

The speed like the wind and lightning made people awe-inspiring.

Especially, when Harden tried to intercept Fan Xi at a position one meter outside the three-point line, Fan Xi made a weird and daring move.

He actually slapped the basketball hard to the right, and his body flashed quickly to Harden's left... This was a ball-passing move that made Kobe Bryant and Shaquille O'Neal scream at the same time.

Simply daring!

No one thought that Fan Xi would still dare to play street tricks at the most critical moment, when only a few seconds were left, and he succeeded... Whoosh! Whoosh!

Harden only felt a figure flash before his eyes, two winds on his left and right ears, and then he lost Fan Xi's shadow... too fast.

Fan Xi caught the basketball behind Harden. He continued to run wildly toward the restricted area, and after killing his way into one meter inside the free-throw line, he soared into the air like an eagle spreading its wings.

DeRozan following behind him... a powerful and talented shooting guard took off quickly to chase from behind, and he stretched his arms in an attempt to give Fan Xi a block from behind.

Fan Xi felt the chase from behind.

But he didn't dodge at all.

When meeting on a narrow road, the brave one wins!

Since ancient times, there has been only one road to Mount Hua.

When Fan Xi looked at the basket and it was only one and a half arms away from him, he held the ball with both hands and smashed it hard toward the basket. At this time... DeRozan's arm also pulled hard from behind... Slap!

He hit Fan Xi's shoulder, and a huge force wanted to pull Fan Xi down with the ball.

But Fan Xi didn't give in, he gritted his teeth.

F*** it.

I've already come here, even God can't stop me.

While his teeth chattered, the super explosive power from the peak Kemp made him stiffen his waist hard in the air, supporting for 0.5 seconds under the huge force, Boom!

The super willpower plus super explosive power made his hands smash the basketball into the basket hard, and forcefully conquered the basket.

As the basketball pierced the net and fell, the lights on the backboard lit up, a piece of bright red, making Fan Xi's handsome face look particularly tenacious and heroic, with the courage of ten thousand men!

The rapid electronic buzzing sound rang out.

The game ended.

Fan Xi completed an unprecedented long-distance raid, and he killed the game with a desperate counterattack dunk.

MVP! MVP! MVP!

The fans on the scene could no longer restrain the surging in their hearts, and their voices poured out from their throats in a shocking way.

Everyone was cheering for Fan Xi's final conclusion tonight.

This was a rookie game that was absolutely, absolutely, absolutely recorded in history.

Fan Xi's buzzer-beater would remain in the long river of NBA history forever.

In this world, there would never be another rookie as arrogant and powerful as Fan Xi.

DeRozan, who lost his balance, landed in a panic and embarrassment. He stumbled several steps before holding the basket to stabilize his body. When he raised his head, the whole audience was already shouting in unison like a tsunami: MVP! MVP! MVP!

And what entered his pupils was... a rookie who descended like a god.

Jack Fan.

He whispered this name in his heart.

Like a god.

This night, Fan Xi conquered the Staples Center.

He gave the Second-Year Team a final conclusion in the most heroic, most decisive, and most cruel way in history.

And also gave those monsters and ghosts a beautiful roundhouse kick.

Mike Budenholzer left the court in a gray manner when the First-Year bench was excited. Waiting for him would be the judgment of fate.

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