"Baby-Faced God" Crosses Up "The Point God"!

Halftime break.

Curry angrily punched the chair, his mood thoroughly sour.

Paul's dirty play had completely thrown him off his game.

Su Yan came over and smiled reassuringly. "Chris has always been clever on the court.

He knows how to use the rules of basketball and how to read the referees' whistle.

To win, he'll play dirty. He doesn't care what people think of him.

As long as he wins, anything goes.

I think... we should be glad he isn't as strong as Artest.

Otherwise, he'd be a nightmare for countless players in the league.

So... don't let him get in your head. Focus on your own offense. You're one of the 'Big Three.'

The Knicks need your three-pointers. They need you.

You're the best!"

"Yeah, okay."

Curry nodded and quickly settled back into the game.

The fourth quarter.

After just two minutes of rotation, both teams' starters returned, bringing the showdown on early!

Curry had regained his composure, and Su Yan created a chance for him to go one-on-one with Paul.

Su Yan believed Curry could score on Paul, and Curry needed to score on him, too, to fully get his game back.

At the top of the right side of the arc.

Curry faced Paul, weaving the ball between his legs like a butterfly. He held it in his right hand, lowered his center of gravity, and accelerated past him.

A quick burst.

Paul was a beat late, leaving Curry half a step ahead. Was he about to get beaten?!

Both men were sprinting at full speed. With only half a step between them, Paul could still disrupt Curry's layup or shot.

He might even block him.

Curry needed to shake Paul further before he could get a shot off.

"Whoosh!"

Curry didn't slow down. He drove in