"Damn strength!"
Jordan gritted his teeth and held his ground, his feet planted firmly on the floor to stabilize his center of gravity.
Even as he resisted with all his might, his defensive position was still being steadily eaten away.
Feeling the resistance behind him, Li Fei softly mocked him.
"Is this the level of physicality you have now, Michael?"
"Four years ago, you could still go head-to-head with me. Now, you can't hold me off."
Those words struck precisely at the sore spot of Jordan's later years.
Jordan's anger flared. Gritting his teeth, he braced himself hard against Li Fei's back.
"Don't get cocky! I just haven't warmed up yet!"
"Again!"
The instant Jordan committed fully to his defense, Li Fei suddenly spun around.
He turned from a post-up into a face-up position, flowing straight into an incredibly smooth mid-range jumper.
His release point was extremely high, his movement clean and crisp, without a single flaw.
Jordan leaped with all his strength to contest it, but he could not even reach the ball.
The ball traced a perfect arc through the air and swished cleanly through the net.
A crisp swish rang out as the score became 2–0.
Jordan's expression completely darkened, his competitive spirit thoroughly ignited.
He stopped holding back and threw himself fully into the one-on-one battle.
On the second possession, Jordan attacked and completely changed his approach.
He no longer stubbornly tried to overpower Li Fei, instead relying on experience and skill.
A series of rhythm stops, changes of direction, and shot fakes threw Li Fei's balance off.
Thirty-seven-year-old Jordan brought his veteran court experience to its absolute peak.
Although Li Fei's defensive anticipation was top-tier, he was still shaken half a step out of position.
Seizing that fleeting opening, Jordan burst forward for a layup.