"Shaq is the most gifted interior player in the league, with elite size and physicality."
"Tomorrow's battle in the paint will undoubtedly be the biggest highlight of the entire game."
"He wants to crush the paint, while I want to hold the line. We each have our own obsession."
"On the basketball court, physical battles will eventually determine a winner. Let the game decide everything."
"I accept his challenge, and I'm looking forward to this clash between elite big men."
Throughout his remarks, he remained calm and restrained. There was no arrogant clamor, yet he exuded absolute confidence.
He perfectly embodied the composure, bearing, and elite mentality of the league's number one player.
After Li Fei's interview ended, the entire media contingent spontaneously turned their attention to Jordan.
Every reporter held the same burning question, poised to fire.
Thirty-seven-year-old Michael Jordan approached calmly in a black training suit.
In his twilight years, the youthful arrogance and fierceness had faded from him, replaced by greater composure and gravitas.
Yet deep in those eyes still burned an eternal competitive fire.
His posture remained athletic, every gesture carrying the bearing of a legendary superstar.
Without any unnecessary preamble, a reporter directly threw out the sharpest question at the heart of the matter.
"Michael, what do you think of Steve Kerr calling you a Bulls traitor who defected to the enemy?"
The question struck directly at the controversy, instantly silencing the entire venue.
Everyone stared intently at Jordan's expression, waiting for the legend's direct response.
Jordan did not immediately lose his temper upon hearing it. He merely let out a quiet chuckle.
The laugh was mild, yet it carried the supreme confidence forged through the passage of time.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked directly into the countless cameras before him, his tone