Marv Albert precisely summed up the key shift in the entire game.
"The first two games relied on the team. This one relied on individual dominance."
"When Li Fei got serious, no team in the entire Eastern Conference could stop him."
After the game, the routine media interview session began right on schedule at center court.
Reporters from dozens of outlets surged forward, microphones surrounding Li Fei layer upon layer.
The reporters on site had long since lost their pregame provocations and attempts to make things difficult.
In their place were heartfelt awe and helplessness.
One crushing victory had completely shattered every rumor and smear.
The media outlets that had previously ridden the scandal for attention were now all speechless.
A veteran ESPN reporter stood up first to ask a question, his tone sincere.
"Li, congratulations on this epic victory. You're now up 3-0 in the series and have reached match point."
"Everyone knows you faced a huge media storm before the game."
"People questioned your private life, questioned whether your mentality would affect your performance on the court."
"Yet you responded forcefully with a phenomenal 52-point performance. How would you evaluate tonight's game?"
Li Fei wore his team jersey, his hair slightly damp, his expression calm and composed.
His massive seven-foot-four frame stood before the cameras with a steady, powerful presence.
A faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was casual but full of confidence.
"I said it before. Rumors can't affect me."
"My focus has always been on the court, on the team, and on the championship."
Just two simple sentences, without deliberate explanations or angry rebuttals.
Yet combined with his explosive performance tonight, they carried such weight that no one dared argue.
A New York Post reporter immediately followed up, with obvious