O'Neal nodded as well, his tone solemn. "Coach, don't worry. We'll give it everything we have, win Game 7, and take the championship!"
Fisher, Horry, Fox, and the others also voiced their commitment. They would fight with everything they had, fulfill their roles, and contribute their strength to winning the game for the team.
Inside the training facility, the Lakers players' fighting spirit was completely ignited. Their gazes were resolute, their momentum soaring. They were determined to defeat the Knicks in Game 7, claim the championship, and shatter the Knicks' dream of a three-peat.
At the Knicks' hotel, the players had already begun their targeted preparations. Li Fei led his teammates in reviewing their tactics, refining every detail, and adjusting their condition.
Li Fei maintained his high-intensity training. His Titanium Alloy Physique kept him from feeling even the slightest fatigue, and his mid-range jumpers remained flawlessly accurate. Every shot was as textbook-perfect as ever.
Sprewell was training hard as well, focusing on every drive and every shot as he tried to regain his peak form. He wanted to make up for his mistakes with his ability and contribute to the team's championship run.
Houston was practicing his mid-range shots, releasing the ball again and again, making it again and again. He was working to regain his touch, preparing to score for the team in Game 7.
Sabonis was practicing interior defense, simulating O'Neal's attacks as he tried to find a way to deal with O'Neal and protect the Knicks' frontcourt defense.
Marshall and Stephen Jackson were practicing three-pointers. They needed to open things up from beyond the arc, space the floor for the team, and create more offensive opportunities for Li Fei and Sprewell.
Jeff Van Gundy coached from the side, constantly adjusting the tactics and devising targeted defensive and