[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-sports-medicine-master-system":3,"chapter-sports-medicine-master-system-sports-medicine-master-system-chapter-116":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Sports Medicine Master System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1485090,1932,"Chapter 116 - 85: More Exciting Than the Finals (Part 3)","sports-medicine-master-system-chapter-116",116,"\u003Cp>’We can’t lose this game!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The timeout ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Larry Brown’s expression shifted the moment he saw O’Neal take the court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know what had happened—why Adelman had only played O’Neal for half a quarter before benching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with O’Neal off the court, the East had its only real chance to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’With the West’s current lineup, who can possibly stop O’Neal?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’In a moment like this, where a single basket could decide the outcome, who’s more unstoppable than O’Neal?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late for him to make any adjustments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheers from the twenty thousand-plus fans in the arena died down as many held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was crunch time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Courtside, Jordan patted Ronaldo on the shoulder. \"See? Here comes the best part.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squinted, his gaze shifting between Hill and Iverson. At this moment, even he couldn’t be sure which side would claim the final victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>O’Neal rolled his neck, then grinned at Mutombo, flashing a mouthful of white teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The imposing Mutombo had clearly gotten fired up as well, returning a cold smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he immediately witnessed O’Neal’s dominance firsthand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Receiving the ball in the low post, O’Neal was like a dragon churning the river. He backed Mutombo down, then spun. His massive frame was like a bulldozer. Veins bulged on Mutombo’s forehead, but it was no use. He was brutally shoved aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous SLAM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rim sagged, groaning as if it were about to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>O’Neal roared at the stands and pounded his chest, as if to say, ’Who else?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the next instant, a flash of lightning streaked past him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the West’s defense could set up, Iverson took off. His footwork was fluid, like a butterfly flitting through leaves. He spun in mid-air, his body nearly out of bounds, yet he still managed to flick the ball up through a gap between Duncan’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It went in!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The East held onto their 3-point lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duncan looked completely helpless. ’I defended him that well, and he still scored? There’s nothing more I can do.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ball!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>O’Neal roared for the ball. Before Davis could double-team him, he lowered his center of gravity and used his thick shoulders to clear a path, simply bullying his way past Mutombo and throwing down a dunk right over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mutombo caught the falling basketball and angrily slammed it onto the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without a word, he sprinted back on defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seconds ticked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu found himself on his feet, his eyes anxiously glued to the court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, no one could be sure who would win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The game hung in the balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Great shot!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu couldn’t help but yell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hill took the ball along the baseline. He seemed to dance, weaving back and forth before slipping past Finley and hitting a floater under the basket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With O’Neal being an unstoppable force in the paint, the entire East team was relying on Hill and Iverson’s constant scoring to maintain their meager 3-point lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mutombo roared as he leaped up with O’Neal. His face contorted with effort as he stretched out his arm and blocked O’Neal’s shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball came loose. With his quick reflexes, O’Neal snatched it and went up again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mutombo had just landed and wasn’t even steady on his feet, but he leaped up again without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening CLANG.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harassed by Mutombo, O’Neal actually missed the dunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball ricocheted toward the West’s bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kobe and Tracy McGrady both dove for it. Kobe launched himself into the air, snagging the ball first and flinging it back into play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His momentum sent him tumbling uncontrollably into the players on the bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a second later, he was back on his feet. He sprinted onto the court, caught a pass from J Kidd, and forced up a three-pointer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball bounced high off the rim... and dropped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ROAR!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Kobe pull at his jersey, roaring excitedly at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu was pulled up by Garnett, clutching his ribs and grimacing in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been caught in Kobe’s dive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That guy... I wonder if he’s getting me back for all the times I’ve jabbed at him.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whistle blew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The East called a timeout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With 1:09 left on the clock, the score was tied, 92-92.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The players came off the court, every one of them panting heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adelman didn’t waste any words. He grabbed his clipboard and said, \"Shaq, I have a feeling they’re going to double-team you. When they do, you have to get the ball to Tim.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’You might not be able to pass it out to the perimeter, but you can definitely get it to Duncan next to you.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tim, you have to be decisive when you attack. This is the last minute.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With only a minute left, every possession was crucial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Larry Brown watched Iverson gasping for air and felt a wave of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never been a huge fan of Iverson, disliking his freewheeling, undisciplined style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, he saw Iverson’s never-say-die fighting spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Last minute. Go out there and enjoy it,\" Brown said, his face full of admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the best basketball players in the world. At this point in the game, he’d done everything he could as a coach. Now, it all came down to who could dig deeper, whose will was stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Play resumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Hill with the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in blue, he dribbled like the wind. Even in such a tense moment, he was still effortlessly graceful, like a legendary warrior charging through enemy lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drove, stopped on a dime, and fired a brilliant cross-court bounce pass straight into Iverson’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Kobe switching onto him and rushing to close out, Iverson hit him with a crossover, pulled up, and shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t about technique; it was pure, unshakeable will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kobe overcommitted on his closeout and stumbled to the floor. Even as he fell, he twisted his head to watch the basket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball dropped through the net anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iverson, who had also fallen on his rear, scrambled back to his feet as if he’d felt nothing and sprinted back on defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The East was back in the lead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With 52 seconds left, Kobe went into attack mode. He squeezed through a seam in the defense and drove to the hoop. Facing Mutombo, who rose up like an overwhelming wave, Kobe didn’t hesitate to go right at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew the foul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them crashed to the floor in a heap. When he heard the whistle, Kobe pumped his fist in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the free-throw line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire arena fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, even the fans didn’t know who to cheer for. They just wanted to know how this game would end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu also stood up and walked to the sideline, his eyes fixed on Kobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, countless fans around the world had their eyes glued to Kobe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed the shoulder he’d landed on, took the ball, drew a deep breath, and released his shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG. The ball traced a perfect arc through the air... and clanked off the rim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still holding his follow-through, Kobe’s eyes flew open, his expression frozen in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Missing that free throw was absolutely devastating.\u003C\u002Fp>",1219,"2026-06-06T03:40:36.308Z",1,"novelbin.me","9a32e4767eb3ec383e841e1ba9b62bd0320f6131fb975993517fc153284e310a","sports-medicine-master-system-chapter-117","sports-medicine-master-system-chapter-115",353,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsports-medicine-master-system-cover.jpg"]