Li Fei's fighting style has a beauty that disregards life and death!

"My popularity is still too high, Kevin."

Listening to the cheers from the fans at the arena, Barkley knew he had been recognized again.

Barkley said to Kevin Johnson beside him with a helpless look on his face: "I'm wearing sunglasses, a mask, and I'm covered up completely, yet they can still recognize me at a glance. Is this what they call charisma?"

Kevin Johnson, standing to the side, was about to burst out laughing.

What kind of charisma do you have?

It's just that highly recognizable backside of yours.

Even if you were walking in the pitch-black of night, people could tell who you were at a glance.

You see the butt before you see the man.

Last season, the Phoenix Suns reached the Finals and pushed the strongest version of Michael Jordan—who averaged 41 points per game—to his limits. The tough Piggy Man had completely conquered the basketball fans of Phoenix, making him the new master of the city.

For the Phoenix Suns, a team that has never won a championship, the Flying Pig is now the greatest player in franchise history.

Of course.

Kevin Johnson's performance was no less impressive.

It is no exaggeration to say that Kevin Johnson was a criminally underrated second-in-command during the 90s.

He contributed a stable stat line of around 20 points and 10 assists almost every season.

He never had a poor performance in the playoffs, and in fact, he often performed even better in the postseason than he did in the regular season.

So, when these two arrived at the game, the fans did not hold back their applause.

After the two took their seats, reporters at the scene quickly approached them for an interview.

"Heh heh, even you know me better than Charles does."

As a former player for UC Berkeley, Kevin Johnson was the first to be interviewed by the reporter.

"Even Charles doesn't know that I was a player for UC Berkeley; he only knows that I played for California during my college years."

After teasing Barkley, Kevin Johnson nodded without hesitation: "That's right, I have no reason not to support UC Berkeley."

"My attitude is the same as Mr. Wilt's: superstars will annihilate everything in critical games."

Having gone through a six-game war against Michael Jordan last season.

Kevin Johnson was truly convinced of this point.

A superstar can truly kill everything.

Not to mention that when the superstar Li Fei has a top-tier supporting cast by his side.

Including the former 1.5 option, Jason Kidd.

It is no exaggeration to say.

When Kevin Johnson looks at Jason Kidd, it's as if he's looking at himself.

Their playing styles aren't exactly identical, but they are very close.

"Kevin supports Li Fei because he's his junior."

The Flying Pig, on the other hand, unexpectedly held a dissenting opinion:

"I believe Arkansas will pull off an upset and defeat UC Berkeley!"

"Let's wait and see!"

Watching the reporter leave, Barkley turned his head and whispered to Kevin Johnson.

"You'll have a chance to ask your junior Li Fei for his phone number later."

Upon hearing this, Kevin Johnson laughed out loud.

Having worked with Barkley for so many years, he didn't just know what was going on in that pig brain of his; he knew what the Flying Pig had for lunch just by the smell of his farts.

Barkley had long since viewed Li Fei as the team's future center candidate.

But having been in the NBA for so many years, he knew the waters here were deep—as deep as a 35-year-old "old baby."

It was understandable for Kevin Johnson to support Li Fei.

But if Barkley were to support Li Fei at this moment...

The intention would be a bit too obvious.

By then, the entire NBA would suspect that the Phoenix Suns had already set their sights on Li Fei.

The difficulty for the Phoenix Suns to pursue Li Fei would increase dramatically!

Yes, everything was just a smokescreen by the Flying Pig.

As they spoke.

The game had already begun.

The two sides jumped for the ball at center court.

And at this moment, the passion was already written all over the faces of the fans at the Phoenix arena.

"The entire arena is waiting for this moment to arrive."

On-site TNT commentator Kevin Harlan rubbed his hands together in excitement: "Even in the NBA, we've never seen a tip-off result in an alley-oop slam dunk."

Even for the fans in attendance who were accustomed to watching NBA games.

An alley-oop immediately following the tip-off was like a fresh new experience.

On the court, Li Fei defeated the 6'10" Dwight Stewart without any suspense.

The next moment, Li Fei took long strides and sprinted toward the court.

However.

To the disappointment of the Phoenix home fans.

It seemed Li Fei wouldn't have a chance for an alley-oop this time.

Because the Arkansas center didn't even jump; after the referee tossed the ball, he immediately turned around to retreat on defense.

"The Arkansas players are retreating extremely fast; they even gave up on the tip-off. It seems they are very well-prepared for this game!"

"Oh, wait, what just happened? Even with everyone retreating, Jason Kidd's cannonball assist is still being delivered to the paint!"

Just as the commentators were losing interest.

An orange basketball streaked across half the court, flying toward the space above the paint.

Forcing an alley-oop when there was no opportunity was like trying to squeeze blood from a stone.

Why?

Simply because.

Even though the two Arkansas interior players had already rushed back to defend.

The height of these two men still wasn't quite enough.

Li Fei took off from one foot, almost stepping on the free-throw line.

In mid-air, his shoulders were level with the rim; he extended his right arm, spread his fingers, controlled the basketball, and with an aura of disdain for everything, slammed the ball directly into the hoop.

"Stop him!"

Arkansas coach Nolan Richardson jumped onto the court from the sidelines and shouted: "Even if you have to foul, stop him!"

Just like the players on the court.

Coach Richardson had assumed the opponent's tip-off alley-oop play had failed.

But the moment he lost focus, Li Fei took off directly from the free-throw line.

If Li Fei were allowed to dunk this, the atmosphere in the arena would instantly explode.

On the court.

The defense from Dwight Stewart and Corliss Williamson was at its maximum.

One threw himself recklessly at Li Fei from the front.

The other barreled into Li Fei from the side.

In such a dangerous situation, a moment of carelessness could result in being carried off on a stretcher.

Ordinary people would certainly avoid such a situation at all costs.

Even O'Neal would have to be wary of a double-team of this caliber.

But Li Fei, whose muscle mass didn't look particularly thick, didn't hesitate for a second.

Just kidding.

Even a second of hesitation.

Would be a sign of disrespect to his Titanium Physique and Permanent Invulnerability Buff.

"Clang!"

Li Fei gripped the ball with his right hand, and despite both men fouling him simultaneously, he still managed to slam the ball into the rim.

Beep, beep, beep...

The moment the dunk went down, the baseline referee blew the whistle immediately; Li Fei was awarded an and-one.

And after Li Fei fell to the ground, he quickly got back up.

Wherever his gaze landed.

There wasn't a single trace of injury.

"Oh! My! God!"

"What just happened? I simply cannot believe my eyes, ladies and gentlemen!"

"Even though the opponents were already fully set, Li Fei still completed a tip-off alley-oop poster dunk and drew a shooting foul!"

Such a scene left Kevin Harlan at the TNT commentary desk completely stunned.

"It is very likely a flagrant foul; everyone knows how dangerous this play was, yet Li Fei didn't shy away from it in the slightest."

"Indeed, Kevin."

Beside him, commentator Doc Rivers nodded: "The referees are reviewing the footage to determine if an upgrade is necessary."

"The most crucial part is that Li Fei didn't sustain a single injury after being fouled; his style of play is truly rugged!"

"There is a beauty to Li Fei's playing style that is utterly reckless."