"Hahahaha, I like this guy's personality!"
In the front-row section nearby.
After hearing Li Fei's interview, Wilt Chamberlain, seated courtside, couldn't help laughing and applauding. "This is exactly why I came to watch him!"
"He really hasn't disappointed me!"
March Madness was almost at the Final Four.
This highly anticipated East Regional championship game had naturally caught Wilt Chamberlain's attention.
Especially since, before the previous game, Chamberlain had publicly voiced his support for Li Fei on television.
And after arriving at the game, Chamberlain didn't even bother pretending otherwise.
He went straight to the University of California at Berkeley's fan section.
"Mr. Chamberlain, you're sitting in the University of California's fan section right now. Does that make your position clear?"
The reporter immediately interviewed Chamberlain as well.
"My position has always been clear."
The Big Dipper laid his cards on the table. "Other than Li Fei, is there anyone on the court worthy of my approval?"
"If Jason Kidd and Grant Hill are both going to become All-Stars in the future..."
"Then the tallest man in this arena is the star of stars!"
Calling Li Fei "the star of stars"—
Chamberlain's approval of him was impossible to miss.
Li Fei's opening play didn't disappoint Chamberlain, either. He easily won the jump ball against Cherokee Parks.
With the entire Duke team abandoning the jump ball and retreating on defense, Li Fei didn't have a chance to go up for an alley-oop.
But Li Fei grabbed Lamond Murray's missed shot and, from behind Cherokee Parks, went straight up for the putback dunk.
"BANG!"
The moment the dunk went in, the IZOD Center erupted in cheers and screams.
"Let me see, let me see!"
The arena's announcer was drowned out by the crowd.
"Li Fei didn't establish position at all on that play. He was standing behind Cherokee Parks, but used those long arms to pluck the ball right over his head and put it back in!"
"Cherokee Parks is no short guy. He stands 2.12 meters tall. Height has never been a weakness for him, but he never expected Li Fei to go up and dunk right over him from behind!"
"Players just over 2.10 meters tall have to stay alert every second when they're matched up against Li Fei. Even if you think you've got position, Li Fei's long-arm advantage means he doesn't need to box out!"
Just as the announcer had said,
Cherokee Parks had been playing center ever since entering the NBA in 1995. He was hardly short.
But when Li Fei went after a rebound against him, he didn't even need to box out.
That was the advantage of being long!
Back at the other end,
amid the deafening roar, Duke's point guard brought the ball across half court.
Hill immediately ran over to call for it.
He planned to silence the crowd by taking his man one-on-one.
"Get one, Grant!"
"Show them what Duke can do!"
"Come on, Grant!"
Cheers also rang out from the Duke fan section.
On the court,
Grant Hill faked a drive to the left with a triple-threat move, shaking Lamond Murray.
He took two steps into the paint, stopping just over two meters from the basket.
Then he swung his arm back and hammered the ball toward the rim!
Grant Hill came from a distinguished family. With his handsome, composed features and modest, reserved manner, every Black person who met him broke into a smile like melting chocolate.
But the truth was, he wasn't nearly so reserved on the court.
Young Hill was a force who regularly made the Top 5 Plays with thunderous poster dunks!
With his explosive athleticism, he'd ruled college basketball.
But—
Hill, who'd dominated the NCAA for three years, had run into a nemesis for talented players tonight.
Li Fei was a mountain inside the paint when he came over to help on defense.
Just as Hill was about to hammer the ball down through the air, Li Fei got there first.
His huge hand slapped squarely onto the ball.
THUD!!
The broadcast camera captured it clearly.
Under the force of Hill's dunk attempt, Li Fei's hand bent backward at an angle of less than ninety degrees.
Just how much power had Hill put into that dunk?
This guy was no humble gentleman out there on the court!
And yet,
even with Hill putting everything he had into it, Li Fei stopped him cold, man and ball together.
The next moment, Hill crashed awkwardly to the floor.
And Li Fei—
stood tall, legs straight, holding the ball aloft in one hand, like a god of war!
Even after his wrist had bent backward to less than ninety degrees,
Li Fei's wrist was completely fine, without the slightest injury.
He joined the fast break, too. Catching Duke before they could get set, he went coast to coast and took off from the free-throw line for a tomahawk dunk.
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"OH! MY! GOD!"
The explosive opening sequence left the announcers staring in disbelief.
"That offense and defense were exactly what Wilt said they'd be—Li Fei is the star of stars!"
"And did you notice? Li Fei's hand bent backward at an angle like that just now. Both players went all out on that block!"
"That's what happens when talent takes over. Grant Hill, who's been running roughshod over everyone, has run into a genius who can stop him. Li Fei can block anyone who attacks the paint, and that includes Grant!"
As soon as the announcer finished, Hill went straight into attack mode.
With his back to the basket, he backed Murray from the high post all the way toward midcourt, slid sideways, and went up for a fadeaway jumper.
At 2.04 meters tall, Hill had a huge height advantage over Murray.
So Li Fei came out from the paint to contest the shot.
Just as Li Fei reached the peak of his jump, Hill's eyes flicked past Parks.
The next moment, Hill faked the shot and quickly slipped the ball to Parks under the basket.
Hill was one of the rare all-around players in NBA history.
His defining trait was that he could do anything. He could drive and score one-on-one, back down his man, or post up down low.
He could also act as a point forward and run the offense for his teammates. He could handle nearly every task a team needed.
The instant Hill passed the ball to Parks, the basket was wide open.
The Duke fans in the arena were already on their feet, ready to greet Duke's first points of the game with a dunk.
But—
a flash of white suddenly shot out.
SMACK!!
A huge hand appeared in front of the rim and slapped down Parks's seemingly certain dunk.
"Gasp..."
The Duke fans all sucked in a sharp breath.
Their mood was like that of a guy who'd skipped his little blue pill: he'd just gotten excited, and now he'd gone limp.
They looked closely and saw that the white figure had already turned into an attacking giant, racing down the court.
All that remained was the retreating figure of a giant wearing number 91.
Number 91, Mr. Li!
It was Li Fei.
Li Fei again—and again!!
Just as the Big Dipper had said,
on a court overflowing with talent, Li Fei was the brightest star of all.
The star of stars!
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