Inside a New York hotel room.
O'Neal lay on the bed, watching a replay of a TNT program.
He turned off the television and closed his eyes, scenes from practice replaying endlessly in his mind.
He imagined battling Li Fei, all 7'4" of him, in the paint at Madison Square Garden.
In the room next door, Kobe had not rested either.
He repeatedly reviewed footage of his own performance in Game 6 of the Western Conference Finals, refining the details of his offense.
His goal was not merely to win the series, but to defeat the legendary Jordan head-on on the NBA Finals stage.
At the same time, in the Knicks' player dormitory.
After finishing a day's training, Li Fei returned to his apartment.
Monica Bellucci was waiting in the living room.
Seeing how exhausted Li Fei was, she handed him a cup of warm water.
"The outside world is analyzing the Lakers' tactics. They're planning to attack relentlessly in the first few games."
Li Fei took the cup and nodded lightly.
"I know. Phil Jackson understands me, and he understands Jordan too."
"They want to trade offense and drag things into the later stages of the series."
"But they underestimate me."
"Titanium Alloy Physique won't be worn down so easily."
"No matter what kind of offense O'Neal and Kobe bring, I'll take it."
Monica Bellucci looked at him, her eyes full of admiration.
"Then be careful. Don't overexert yourself."
Li Fei gave a faint smile.
"Don't worry. I've made every preparation."
"Game 1 of the NBA Finals is almost here."
The New York night sky glittered with stars.
The two powerhouse teams had both completed all their preparations.
Armed with a brand-new offensive system, the Lakers lay in wait in New York.
With the foundation of a Dynasty in