On the other side, in the Knicks' locker room, the atmosphere was completely different.
Relaxed, composed, and brimming with morale, they displayed the foundation of a championship-caliber team.
Van Gundy held a tactical board and calmly laid out the offensive and defensive strategy for the second half.
"Keep playing steadily in the third quarter. Collapse inside to protect the rim, and rotate outside for help defense."
"Kobe is still scorching hot. Don't give him any open threes or chances to shoot off the dribble."
"On offense, let Li Fei take priority. His ability to draw attention both inside and outside is our greatest advantage."
The entire team nodded, their gazes all falling on Li Fei.
The twenty-two-year-old best player in the league sat upright in his seat, tall and straight, with a coldly handsome face.
His flawless features, paired with his composed and domineering presence, gave him an overwhelming aura even while he sat there silently.
His all-around first-half stat line of twenty-two points, seven rebounds, three assists, and two blocks was enough to prove his dominance.
Jordan sat to the side, casually taking a sip of his sports drink before speaking with a smile.
"They're getting desperate. They'll definitely launch a wild counterattack in the second half."
Li Fei slightly raised his eyes, a calm curve appearing at the corner of his lips. His voice was cool and certain.
"The more desperate they are, the more openings they'll leave."
"We just need to control the pace and steadily harvest the game."
There was no arrogant declaration, only absolute confidence.
After five years of Dynasty glory and countless peak showdowns, he had long since seen every strong team's counterattacks and struggles.
The brief break ended, and the players from both sides returned to the court one after another.
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