The New York of the new season remained the most impregnable fortress in the entire league! The two occasionally went one-on-one to hone their skills, with no hostility—only pure basketball competition.
Li Fei marveled at Jordan's elite physical condition and competitive fire even at thirty-seven.
Every leap, every shot carried the unyielding iron-blooded spirit of a man who refused to lose.
Jordan was likewise deeply shaken by Li Fei's terrifying talent and training ethic.
He had built a five-year Dynasty and monopolized every top honor, yet showed not the slightest hint of complacency or arrogance.
The league's number one player worked harder and exercised more discipline than any young player on the team.
Ultimate talent paired with ultimate effort—that was the ultimate secret behind a Dynasty's dominance.
Over time, the two all-time superstars developed a rare mutual respect.
Their personalities were equally tough, equally obsessive, and equally fixated on championships as their sole pursuit.
The world only knew how terrifying the two-man core was on the court, but not how they quietly brought out the best in each other behind the scenes.
At the shoot, the photographer raised a hand to signal the official start of the promotional photo session.
First came the individual portrait shots, with players stepping forward in turn to display their competitive form.
Sprewell's expression was sharp and his posture agile, fully displaying the fierce style of the "Madman."
Allan Houston stood steadily, his expression calm, carrying all the refined elegance of the Mid-Range King.
Marshall, Stephen Jackson, and the other role players were in high spirits, brimming with energy.
When it was Jordan's turn for his solo shots, he stood tall, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
In his classic ball-handling stance, he leaned forward slightly, exuding pressure on both offense and defense.
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