"Consider entering the NBA next year instead."
After Li Fei scored again, the University of Michigan called another timeout.
Li Fei was still exchanging pleasantries with Juwan Howard. "You won't even make the NBA Finals this year."
Li Fei's words were like a knife stabbed straight into Juwan Howard's heart.
Since 1991, the University of Michigan had reached the NBA Finals for two consecutive years. Although Chris Webber had entered the NBA this year, they couldn't possibly fail to even reach the Finals, could they?
The Fab Five had been entrusted with the hopes of countless fans across the United States!
"Hang in there, Juwan!"
"Don't let his trash talk affect you. Find yourself again—you're still unstoppable."
Just as Juwan Howard was feeling somewhat lost.
Chris Webber, sitting off the court, raised his voice and encouraged his brother.
"Li Fei, if you've got the balls, come at me!"
Then Chris Webber crooked a finger at Li Fei. "And let me tell you this: after tonight, you can get the hell back to China. I said so!"
Chris Webber and Juwan Howard truly had a bond comparable to that of real brothers. In Webber's second NBA season, the Golden State Warriors traded him to the Bullets, reuniting him with Juwan Howard in Washington.
It was said that when Webber learned he would be rebuilding his friendship with Juwan Howard in Washington, he had been so excited that he didn't even pack his luggage before flying straight to Washington.
His purpose in doing this now was to provoke Li Fei.
Worthy of being one of the Fab Five.
Even though he was no longer on the court, he was still desperately trying to contribute.
Just like the Canadian Electric Eel, the dog author's only connection in the police station. Even though he was no longer in the entertainment industry, the industry was still full of legends about him...
However.
Li Fei remained completely unfazed by Webber's provocation.
"There's no need to come at you, because you're destined to be a loser."
"If Juwan leads the team to a championship, wouldn't that prove you were just dead weight?"
"And not only are you a loser, you're a coward. After costing your team a championship, you turned around and ran away. You didn't dare face reality, and you didn't have the courage to prove yourself again."
This wave of trash talk from Li Fei was his most precise weapon.
He jabbed at Chris Webber's heart with needle after needle.
Webber truly couldn't forget last year's March Madness final.
With ten seconds left, his team was down by two. After grabbing the rebound, they had had a chance to launch a fast break, tie the score, or even take the lead.
But under that pressure, his mind had completely short-circuited, and he called a timeout.
Except Michigan had no timeouts left.
They were called for a technical foul, and the game was lost.
If that had been all, Li Fei wouldn't have looked down on Webber.
After all, who had never made a mistake?
Who didn't improve through one major game after another?
He could have just come back next year!
However.
Webber had chosen to run away.
With none of the Fab Five declaring for the NBA.
This piece of trash had chosen to leave on his own.
So yeah, this bastard was a complete coward.
"You're not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as me."
The more Li Fei thought about it, the more he despised Webber. He held up his pinky at him.
"You're as soft as an ice cream cake."
After saying that, Li Fei shrugged and turned away.
"Ahhh!"
Li Fei's rapid-fire barrage.
Dealt a million points of critical damage to Chris Webber's already fragile heart.
He had never expected it.
He had only come to watch a game.
He had only thrown out a few insults.
Yet Li Fei had ripped open his scar and rubbed salt into it.
"Motherfucker!"
His inner world completely collapsing, Chris Webber roared and shoved aside the two spectators next to him.
He no longer cared that he was a spectator.
He charged onto the court!
In an instant.
Great Western Forum erupted into turmoil!
"What the hell, what's going on?"
"My God! Who's that?"
"Is that guy rushing onto the court... Chris Webber?"
"Oh my God, what the hell is he doing?!"
"..."
The fans in the arena instantly rose to their feet.
And not just the fans.
The commentators were dumbfounded as well.
"Oh my God, why is Chris Webber rushing onto the court?"
"How did he just suddenly lose it?"
"What is he charging onto the court for? Did he see his junior Juwan getting bullied and decide to guard Li Fei himself?"
To be fair, Bill Walton was pretty funny.
He could still talk his way around such an obvious fight.
Fights on the court weren't exactly rare.
But the problem was that Webber was a spectator right now.
Still.
A fight between fans and players was just too entertaining.
For the price of one ticket, they also got to watch a clash between giants.
They had struck gold!
"Brother Li, watch out!"
As Webber charged toward Li Fei, Green Stewart was the first to detect the danger with his radar.
His innate martial soul awakened instantly, and he fearlessly charged at Webber.
Honestly.
Green Stewart's charge to protect Brother Li had been incredibly fast.
You thought Green Stewart was Li Fei's power forward?
No.
From the moment Li Fei joined the Golden Bears, Green Stewart had found his proper role.
He was Li Fei's best enforcer.
Webber's fist landed directly on Stewart, and the two immediately began trading wild haymakers in the middle of the court.
Though both men were hulking figures around 2.10 meters tall, without specialized combat training, real fights were basically just two people flailing at each other.
Li Fei only turned around then, and he froze upon seeing what was happening.
Holy shit, why were they fighting?
More importantly, should he join in?
If he didn't, that didn't seem right either. His brother was risking his life fighting someone for him.
But if he did, what if he got suspended? The next game was the NBA Finals.
The situation made Li Fei's CPU spin wildly, as if his monitor were about to burn up and explode.
But in the next moment.
He had it!
A familiar and great figure appeared in his mind. Then Li Fei strode forward in huge steps.
The entire arena rose to its feet.
Li Fei, the man who had knocked Big Dog Robinson down with one punch in his debut.
Was he finally about to throw another heavy punch?
Hang in there!
Hang in there!
The fans went wild.
The three basketball legends courtside were nearly crying from anxiety. The next game was the NBA Finals—they absolutely couldn't fight now. "No, no, absolutely not!"
Yet.
Under the expectant eyes of the entire arena.
Li Fei grabbed Webber's arm and yanked hard.
Then he moved behind Webber, extended an arm from behind, and locked it around Webber's neck.
If this move were used inside a UFC octagon, it had a gentle and beautiful name.
The guillotine choke.
At that moment, while Li Fei locked Webber's neck, he put on an act and shouted.
"Don't fight! Don't fight, you two!"
"You can't beat someone to death like this—no, I mean, this is unsportsmanlike!"
"Calm down, Chris. Is there really anything that can't be worked out with a few words?"
Li Fei shouted while his arm remained tightly clamped around Webber's throat.
Making Webber completely unable to move.
Seeing Webber restrained, Stewart charged in as if he had seen his goddess naked on a bed and unleashed a barrage of physical attacks.
"Fuck! Fuck!"
Webber wanted to scream while getting beaten, but he couldn't make a sound at all.
Li Fei wasn't breaking up the fight.
He was clearly an accomplice.
"Don't struggle, Chris. Don't struggle."
Li Fei seemed to have gotten into character, spouting all kinds of lines. "We just don't want you to hurt anyone."
"Calm down first. We're still good friends."
Webber was suffering inside.
You had me in a chokehold, and you were still pretending to be nice?
Who the fuck wanted to be friends with you!
Watching the sudden scene unfold on the court.
The three basketball legends courtside were all left standing in the wind, utterly bewildered.
All three thought of a famous NBA scene from ten years earlier.
During his rookie season, Barkley had held Larry Bird in place while Larry Bird used his face to box Julius Erving.
So the three of them took out pens and wrote down their brief assessment of Li Fei in their notebooks:
Possessed formidable fighting ability and extensive combat experience. Even in perilous situations filled with blades and gunfire, he could still unleash exceptional combat intelligence. Li Fei was a natural-born fighter.
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