At courtside, Barkley stared intently at Li Fei, murmuring to himself, "Li, stay steady. Take your time. Don't rush."
Jordan still wore an impassive expression, but a hint of anticipation had entered his eyes. He wanted to see what this young number-one player in the league would choose to do in such a crucial moment.
Leonardo, Madonna, and other celebrities also held their breath, their eyes fixed on Li Fei, their faces full of tension and anticipation.
Across the ocean in China, countless fans sat before their screens, hardly daring to breathe. Everyone was silently repeating to themselves, "Li Fei, come on! Make this shot!"
Li Fei's gaze remained calm and resolute. He wasn't affected by the atmosphere in the arena or distracted by the Lakers' defense.
He slowly lifted his head, looking over every one of his teammates on the court, then across at the Lakers, as if calculating every gap in their defense.
He knew this possession was crucial. If he scored, he could completely crush the Lakers' hopes of a comeback and seal the win for the Knicks.
If he made a mistake or missed the shot, the Lakers would get a chance to counterattack. If Kobe or O'Neal hit a crucial basket, the lead would shrink to two points, and the game would be up for grabs again.
With 45 seconds left, Li Fei finally began to move.
He remained composed, showing not the slightest hint of panic. His dribbling rhythm was steady as he slowly moved toward the left wing, at a 45-degree angle.
Kobe stayed tight on him, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. He didn't dare let his guard down, matching Li Fei's every step.
There wasn't a flaw in Li Fei's dribbling. His wrist worked with even force, and the basketball seemed