Kings, NBA Champions!!!

Butler hit a two-pointer.

On the other end, rookie Danny knocked down a three.

The lead was 21 points.

If this had been anyone else, they would have lost heart long ago.

When you're trying to come back, you fight tooth and nail for two points, and then your opponent answers with a three.

Wouldn't that crush your spirit?

But Butler wasn't like everyone else.

Back on offense, he went at Wang Yi one-on-one again.

The other Heat players had already lost their fight. Even Adebayo was much slower than before when he came up to set a screen.

As far as they were concerned, there was no point fighting for something that was hopeless.

It was utterly pointless.

Even Heat head coach Spoelstra seemed worn out, leaning back in his chair.

He had already won two championships, so his hunger for another wasn't as strong as most people's.

Even the Heat fans had given up hope.

It was over.

There would be no miracle.

This Heat team had no Wade, no James, no Ray Allen.

So there would be no miracle.

At that moment, no one in the world believed the Heat could still come back.

And yet Butler kept attacking, seizing every opportunity to charge at the Kings' basket.

It reminded Wang Yi of a scene.

Cavalry company—

Charge—

So what if everyone had lost hope?

So what if defeat was certain?

As long as my heart was still beating, I would keep fighting. Keep fighting!

Even now, Butler stubbornly kept attacking.

Backing down his defender in the low post.

Turning for a fadeaway.

Pulling up for a three with a defender in his face.

While all his teammates had already given up, he was still drawing on everything he had learned over the years.

And on defense,