Alonzo Mourning Despaired—He Could Never Beat Him in This Lifetime! The lights at Madison Square Garden slowly dimmed by more than half.
The roaring cheers of the home crowd still echoed through the arena for a long time.
A crushing 45-point victory, a historic feat of twenty straight wins.
New York had completely immersed itself in the celebration of a reborn Dynasty tonight.
The Knicks players returned to the locker room one after another to rest.
Meanwhile, the defeated Miami Heat players walked dejectedly back through the visitors' tunnel.
The entire team was steeped in gloom. There were no arguments, no unwilling roars.
All that remained on their faces was the helplessness born of an overwhelming gap in strength.
Especially Alonzo Mourning.
This famously iron-blooded tough guy was unusually quiet at that moment.
He took off his soaked jersey, revealing muscles slick with sweat and exhaustion.
That body, which had once charged brutally through the paint and battled bloodily in the trenches countless times—
Tonight, before Li Fei's absolute dominance, it had completely lost all its edge.
A dismal twelve points for the game, with his offense and defense both utterly crushed in a rare showing for his career.
No rebounding advantage, no blocked shots, no forceful post-up response.
He had drained every bit of stamina he had over the entire game and poured all his strength into every collision.
Yet every position battle had been easily shoved aside, and every shot had been ruthlessly contained.
For so many years, from Li Fei's rise to the top with the Phoenix Suns when he first entered the league to his powerful arrival with the Knicks—
Mourning had faced this number one player in the league head-on countless times.
He had never conceded, never feared him, and fought with everything he had