The Pacers, playing at home, were caught completely off guard.
Bird immediately called a timeout, urgently adjusted the tactics, and tried to calm the players.
But when the timeout ended, the situation remained unchanged.
Li Fei had completely entered an unstoppable mode on both ends of the floor today.
On offense, his mid-range shots were automatic, impossible to defend.
Whether it was a catch-and-shoot pull-up, a turnaround jumper from the post, or a set mid-range shot.
One signature move after another came out, and every shot found the net.
No matter how the Pacers' interior defenders positioned themselves, rotated over, or doubled him.
They could not disrupt his shooting rhythm or deny him space.
Give him even half a step, and he would calmly take the two points.
On defense, he guarded the paint like an impregnable fortress.
With the fierce physicality of his Titanium Alloy Physique, he firmly protected the area beneath the basket.
Every drive into the paint was stopped, and every layup attempt was contested.
His rebounding was equally rock-solid, as he collected both offensive and defensive boards.
The Pacers, who had entered the game with tremendous momentum, were completely beaten senseless and silenced.
Their frustration was visible to the naked eye, with passing turnovers and badly misshapen shots coming one after another.
Miller faced Jordan's suffocating on-ball defense, along with the collapse of the overall situation.
His touch went completely cold, and several forced attempts all clanged off the rim.
Before the first quarter was even halfway over, the lead had already stretched beyond twenty points.
The home fans' cheers grew weaker and weaker, while the arena atmosphere gradually turned oppressive and lifeless.
No one had expected the Pacers, fighting with their backs against the wall, to lose so thoroughly.
When the second quarter began, Li