"Defence!" "Defence!" "Defence!" ... At this moment, wave after wave of deafening chants erupted inside Oracle Arena. The tremendous roar seemed ready to blast through the roof and soar into the sky.
Those rising and falling cries of defense, thunderous to the ears, were all the passionate fans could offer their home team.
As Goodwin calmly dribbled across midcourt and slowly advanced toward the opposing half, the ocean-like roar of support made the corners of his mouth curl upward.
That smile was like a demon's grin spilling out of a nightmare, instantly sweeping through all of Oracle Arena and sending a chill through everyone present.
Goodwin leisurely dribbled the ball to midcourt, then suddenly continued controlling it with one hand while raising the index finger of his other hand gently to his lips.
That gesture seemed to declare to the entire arena, "Your desperate cheering means nothing to me! This victory is mine!"
Goodwin's brazenly provocative move naturally sparked an even more surging, ear-splitting wave of cheers throughout Oracle Arena.
Yet Goodwin remained utterly indifferent in the face of the increasingly thunderous crowd.
He had experienced scenes like this countless times already, and he was practically immune to such frenzied atmospheres.
Goodwin simply held the ball in place, his eyes constantly flicking toward the game clock.
13 seconds, 12 seconds, 11 seconds, 10 seconds... As the shot clock ticked away second by second, Goodwin, who had remained still until now, finally launched a fierce attack with ten seconds remaining.
Goodwin skillfully dribbled with his left hand as his right foot drove hard into the floor, sending him darting left like an arrow loosed from its bow.
Seeing this, Harrison Barnes did not dare slack off in the slightest. He immediately slid left, trying to cut off Goodwin's driving lane.
However,