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Iverson took the initiative to extend his hand, his attitude utterly respectful.

"Michael, I was matched up against you the entire game."

"I've been your fan since I was a kid. It's an honor to go one-on-one with you."

Jordan shook Iverson's hand, his eyes full of admiration.

In Iverson, he saw the younger version of himself, one who would stop at nothing.

"Your speed, rhythm, and refusal to ever give up are all a lot like the old me."

"The future belongs to you. You'll become one of the faces of the league."

Receiving his idol's personal recognition, a flicker of delight flashed through Iverson's eyes.

But a moment later, the defiance in his bones surfaced once more.

He raised his head and looked Jordan straight in the eye, his tone firm yet neither humble nor overbearing.

"I respect your greatness, and I acknowledge the Knicks' current dominance over the league."

"But don't think you've completely monopolized the Eastern Conference."

"I can lose in the regular season, but when we meet again in the playoffs..."

"I'll lead the whole team in giving everything we've got to overturn you."

"I will fight for the Eastern Conference throne."

There was no malicious provocation—only a straightforward challenge from a younger player to his senior.

Rather than getting angry, Jordan laughed heartily.

He liked young players like this the most—unafraid of the strong and daring enough to challenge the throne.

"I'll be waiting for your playoff challenge. I'm looking forward to facing you again."

"If you want to reach the top of the Eastern Conference, then beat us with your strength."

The two shook hands, bringing their postgame conversation to an end.

Iverson turned and strode quickly back toward the players' tunnel, his retreating figure as stubborn and proud as ever.

He had