Conflict Begins! Li Fei Guillotines Chris Webber!

"Think about waiting until next year to enter the NBA."

On the court, after Li Fei scored yet another basket, the University of Michigan called a timeout.

Li Fei was still exchanging pleasantries with Juwan Howard: "You guys won't even make the finals this year."

Li Fei's words were like a knife stabbing straight into Juwan Howard's heart.

Starting in '91, the University of Michigan had reached the finals for two consecutive years. Even though Chris Webber had already stepped onto the NBA stage this year, surely they wouldn't fail to even reach the finals, right?

The Fab Five were, after all, the recipients of the high expectations of fans all across the United States!

"Come on, Juwan!"

"Don't let his trash talk affect you. Find yourself again; you are still unstoppable."

Just as Juwan Howard was feeling a bit lost.

Chris Webber, standing on the sidelines, raised his voice to offer encouragement to his brother.

"Li Fei, if you've got guts, come at me, dammit!"

Following that, Chris Webber crooked his finger at Li Fei: "By the way, let me tell you, after tonight you can pack your bags and head back to China. I said it!"

The bond between Chris Webber and Juwan Howard was truly like that of real brothers. In the second year of his NBA career, Webber was traded by the Golden State Warriors to the Bullets, where he and Juwan Howard made plans to reunite in Washington.

It is said that when Webber found out he would be rekindling his friendship with Juwan Howard in Washington, he was so excited he didn't even pack his luggage, hopping straight on a plane to Washington.

His goal in doing this right now was to provoke Li Fei.

He was truly worthy of being one of the Fab Five.

Even when he wasn't on the court, he was trying his hardest to make a contribution.

Just like the Canadian Electric Eel, the only connection the author has inside the detention center—even though he is no longer in the entertainment industry, the industry is still full of legends about him...

However.

Facing Webber's provocation, Li Fei was completely unfazed.

"There's no need to come at you, because you are destined to be a loser."

"If Juwan leads the team to a championship, wouldn't that just prove that you were the burden on the team?"

"And you're not just a loser, you're a coward. You sabotaged the team's championship and then turned your back and left. You don't even dare to face reality; you don't have the courage to prove yourself again."

Li Fei's wave of trash talk could be called the most focused of weapons.

He was using needles to pierce Chris Webber's heart, one by one.

Webber truly couldn't forget last year's March Madness finals.

With 10 seconds left in the game, the team was down by two points. After he grabbed the rebound, the team had a chance to counterattack, to tie or even directly overtake the score.

But in that high-pressure situation, his brain simply short-circuited, and he called a timeout.

But Michigan had no timeouts left at that moment.

He was then called for a technical foul, which cost them the game.

If it were just that, Li Fei wouldn't necessarily despise Webber.

After all, who hasn't made a mistake?

Who doesn't improve themselves through one big moment after another?

Just come back and kill it next year!

However.

Webber chose to escape.

While not a single other member of the Fab Five had entered the NBA draft.

This loser chose to leave on his own.

So, this guy is just a softie.

"You aren't even worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as me."

The more Li Fei thought about it, the more he looked down on Webber, gesturing with his pinky finger at him.

"You're as soft as an ice cream cake."

After saying that, Li Fei shrugged and turned to leave.

"Ahhhhh!"

Li Fei's rapid-fire barrage.

Dealt a million points of critical damage to Chris Webber's already fragile heart.

He never imagined.

I just came to watch a game.

I just threw out a few lines of trash talk.

And yet, Li Fei had ripped open his scars and rubbed salt into them.

"Motherfucker!"

His inner world completely collapsed, Chris Webber roared, shoving aside the two spectators beside him.

He no longer cared about his status as a spectator.

He charged onto the court!

In an instant.

The Great Western Forum erupted into chaos!

"What, what is going on?"

"My God! Who is that?"

"Is that guy rushing onto the court... Chris Webber?"

"My God, has he lost his mind?!"

"..."

The fans in the arena stood up instantly.

It wasn't just the fans.

The commentators on-site were also stunned.

"Oh my god, why did Chris Webber rush onto the court?"

"How did he just snap like that?"

"What is he trying to do by charging onto the court? Is he upset that his junior Juwan is being bullied, and he wants to sub in to face off against Li Fei?"

To be fair, Bill Walton was quite humorous.

He could even find a way to justify such an obvious brawl.

Fights on the court weren't exactly rare.

But the problem was, Webber was currently a spectator.

Regardless of the circumstances.

A fan fighting a player—this was too interesting.

Paying for a single ticket and getting to see a clash of giants on the side.

That was an absolute steal!

"Brother Li, watch out!"

Just as Webber was sprinting toward Li Fei, Green Stewart detected the danger with his internal radar first.

His innate martial soul awakened instantly, and he charged at Webber without a second thought.

To be honest.

Green Stewart's charge for Brother Li was truly fast.

Did you think Green Stewart was just a power forward by Li Fei's side?

NO.

From the moment Li Fei stepped into the Golden Bears, Green Stewart had already set his position.

He was the best enforcer by Li Fei's side.

Webber's punch landed directly on Stewart, and the two immediately began swinging wild haymakers at each other on the court.

Even though both were big men around 2.10 meters tall, without professional combat training, they were just brawling like amateurs.

Li Fei turned his head, and upon seeing the situation, he was stunned.

Holy crap, why are they fighting?

The key question was, should he jump in?

If he didn't, that wouldn't be right either; his own brother was risking his life for him.

If he did jump in and got suspended, what would happen? The next game was the finals.

The situation caused Li Fei's CPU to run at high speed, his monitor nearly burning out.

However, the very next moment.

He had it!

A familiar and great figure appeared in his mind, and immediately after, Li Fei took a long stride forward.

The entire arena of fans stood up instantly.

Li Fei, the man who knocked out Big Dog Robinson with a single punch in his career debut.

Finally, was he about to throw heavy punches once again?

Come on!

Come on!

The fans were ecstatic.

The three basketball legends on the sidelines were nearly moved to tears; the Finals were next, and a fight was the last thing they needed: "No, no, you really can't do this."

However.

Under the expectant gaze of the entire arena.

Li Fei stepped up, grabbed Webber's arm, and gave it a fierce yank.

Then, he circled behind Webber, extended one arm, and locked it around Webber's neck.

If this move were performed inside a UFC octagon, it would have a gentle and beautiful name.

The Guillotine.

At this moment, while keeping Webber in a chokehold, Li Fei shouted with a feigned sense of urgency.

"Don't fight, you guys shouldn't be fighting!"

"You won't kill anyone like this—no, wait, this is just unsportsmanlike!"

"Calm down, Chris, isn't there anything we can't resolve with a few words?"

Li Fei shouted, yet his arm tightened like a vice around Webber's neck.

It rendered Webber completely unable to move.

Seeing Webber locked up, Stewart reacted as if he had just seen his goddess lying naked on a bed; he rushed forward and unleashed a flurry of physical attacks.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Webber, being beaten, wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

This bastard Li Fei wasn't breaking up a fight at all.

He was clearly an accomplice.

"Stop struggling, Chris, just stop struggling."

Li Fei seemed to have gotten into character, spouting lines: "We just don't want you to hurt anyone."

"Calm down first, we're still good friends."

Webber was suffering inside.

You've got me in a chokehold, and you're still here playing the innocent victim?

Who the hell wants to be friends with you!

Watching the sudden scene unfold on the court.

The three basketball legends on the sidelines were left completely bewildered.

All three simultaneously recalled a famous NBA scene from ten years ago.

Rookie-season Barkley held Larry Bird, letting Larry Bird use his face to box Julius Erving.

Consequently, the three of them took out their pens and recorded a brief assessment of Li Fei in their notebooks:

Strong combat power, rich combat experience, capable of unleashing superior combat IQ even in the midst of a crisis, Li Fei is a natural-born brawler.

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