"The Spurs had pushed this series to the limit.
The ultimate physical talent, the ultimate defense system, the ultimate team resilience.
But they had run into Wang Yi, still unstoppable even in the twilight of his career.
It was not that the Spurs were too weak. It was that the god was too strong.
The haters who had once mocked Wang Yi for being old and declared that the Lakers would fall in the second round had now completely vanished.
The entire internet was filled with nothing but praise and submission.
At courtside, reporter Scarlett Kerr, who had witnessed the entire game, gazed at that tall and straight figure on the court.
Her eyes were filled with burning light and the utmost admiration.
Since childhood, she had witnessed the rise and fall of countless Stars.
Yet she had never seen anyone defy time and shatter every limit of age and physiology.
Immediately after the game, she updated her column.
Its title was only a short sentence:
Years could not defeat a god; the Rain God would forever remain in this world.
Under the dazzling arena lights.
Forty-two-year-old Wang Yi raised his hand slightly and offered a gentle acknowledgment to the fans standing and cheering throughout the arena.
Composed, serene, and steady.
After seventeen years in the NBA, through countless peaks and valleys, storms and hardships.
Even at the final stretch of his career.
He still stood above everyone else.
He alone claimed the glory of the world and sat firmly upon the throne of basketball.
The countless Star Players of this world were all mere mortals.
Only Wang Yi was the NBA's eternal, one and only true god.
After the Western Conference Finals ended, the Lakers had only two days to rest.
Because in the Eastern Conference Finals, the Pistons