Martial Arts Tournament! Li Fei Punches Out a World-Famous Painting!

"Kang Mang, we need to raise the intensity of this game to another level!"

At Soldier Field, North Carolina head coach Dean Smith was dissatisfied with his team's opening performance.

He attributed the team's deficit to the fact that they weren't creating enough difficulty for Li Fei on offense.

To win, they had to ramp up the intensity immediately.

"Don't worry, Coach!"

On the bench, Rasheed Wallace responded to his head coach with a near-roar:

"I'll make him feel what championship-level intensity is!"

Play resumed after the timeout.

Stackhouse hit a floater off a drive to stop the bleeding for his team.

However, on the other end, the moment remained a headache for North Carolina.

How do you defend Li Fei?

Jason Kidd once again lobbed the ball to the Muscle Man, who was doing whatever he pleased in the paint.

The moment Li Fei caught the ball, Rasheed Wallace delivered an elbow to his waist.

"Oh! Rasheed clearly committed a foul while defending Li Fei, but the ref didn't blow the whistle!"

Bill Walton on the sidelines grew excited: "This seems to be a signal; the referees are allowing players from both teams to increase the intensity!"

This level of physical contact would have drawn a flurry of whistles in the future.

But in the 90s, in high-stakes games, referees often turned a blind eye to such plays.

The next moment.

"Bang!"

Li Fei retaliated decisively, using Dreamy Footsteps to cut into the paint, immediately returning a head-cracking Iron Elbow to Wallace.

He then collided violently with Montross, who had come over to help on defense.

The 2.13-meter, 105-kilogram white center was sent flying by the Muscle Man on the spot, and Li Fei finished the layup.

The commentators at the scene couldn't help but gulp.

This level of physical collision was simply savage!

It was as if they were not just deciding the winner, but fighting for their lives.

And Li Fei seemed even more excited in this Roman-style coliseum.

My trip here was definitely not in vain.

On the sidelines, Karl Malone excitedly rubbed his elbows: "If this guy received my legacy..."

"He would absolutely become the new grandmaster of the Iron Elbow Sect!"

Stockton, standing nearby, shook his head helplessly at Malone's violence.

Although I'm no saint myself, can't you teach him something better?

To be honest, Stockton also really wanted to partner with Li Fei.

He believed his passing would be even better than Jason Kidd's.

An interior of Karl Malone plus Li Fei, paired with an assist king and a defensive anchor on the perimeter.

Winning the West and leaving Salt Lake City would be a breeze!

As they spoke, the atmosphere on the court remained tense.

Rasheed Wallace, having been elbowed to the ground, climbed back up and began screaming passionately at the referee on the sidelines:

"Are your eyes stuck in your ass?"

"Isn't this elbowing obvious enough?"

"Is this guy the son of the league or your father?"

Rasheed Wallace's three questions of fury.

The volume was so loud that even the fans courtside could hear him clearly.

He was truly worthy of his future nickname, the "Rasheed Wallace."

However, his roars didn't make the referee blow the whistle; instead, they brought trouble upon himself.

He was slapped with a technical foul!

After sinking both free throws to make it 10:2.

Li Fei didn't forget to trash-talk Rasheed Wallace: "Besides complaining at the top of your lungs, do you have any other skills?"

"To me, you're only this tall."

After saying that, Li Fei bent over and stretched his long arm out, placing his hand below his knee.

Too small!

"Oh ho!"

Marv Albert, the commentator on the sidelines, instantly lit up.

"What am I seeing, ladies and gentlemen? After the free throw, Li Fei just provoked Rasheed!"

"This is a taunt we've never seen before. Could it mean... that Rasheed's level is only this short?"

Setting this taunting gesture aside for a moment.

The intensity of the confrontation between the two teams climbed to the extreme.

Rasheed Wallace used all sorts of martial arts moves on Li Fei.

Li Fei wasn't one to be trifled with either; his various combat-style maneuvers had the fans in the arena screaming repeatedly.

In 1994, the UFC sports format had only been born a year ago, and many sports fans were still unfamiliar with this competition.

It didn't matter if they didn't understand it.

Just look at this game.

As the game progressed, Dean Smith began to feel some regret.

With the intensity of the game elevated, it was actually the University of North Carolina that was having a hard time.

Li Fei was like someone with an M-type personality; he thoroughly enjoyed the maxed-out intensity of the confrontation and even relished it.

Time and time again, he charged into the paint, throwing himself into the air. Even with two men guarding the key, Li Fei shoved them aside with his elbows, his physique like an alloy, completely unafraid of injury.

Truly, his body was flying on the court, while his soul was chasing behind!

"Boom!"

Li Fei chased back on defense again, delivering a bloody block over the top of Stackhouse!

And immediately after the big block, Li Fei rose quickly. As the opponent transitioned and passed the ball, he flew in to intercept, cutting off the basketball right on the spot.

He then dribbled for a counterattack, elbowed Wallace aside, raised his left hand high, and threw down a dunk over his defender, scoring four points in a row!

"60 points!!"

"60 points!!"

"MVP!!"

"MVP!!"

The arena was already erupting with all sorts of chants.

After making this shot, Li Fei not only pushed his personal stats to 61 points, 25 rebounds, and 12 blocks.

At the same time, he helped his team establish an 18-point lead.

"I don't think there will be any more miracles."

"The point gap has been stretched to 18 points, and there are only three minutes left. This game will ultimately end with Li Fei's super-sized 60-point triple-double!"

Just as the commentator said, the North Carolina fans in the arena had already begun to lose hope.

And the most miserable person on the court had to be Rasheed Wallace.

Not only was he about to miss out on a back-to-back championship, but he was also beaten black and blue by Li Fei.

Even his soul was suffering from the runic attacks of Li Fei's trash talk.

"You don't really think you can beat me, do you?"

After landing from his dunk, Li Fei didn't forget to offer some friendly concern:

"I could take my grandma and still beat you to win the championship."

Following that, Li Fei tapped the ball toward Wallace, who was lying on the ground questioning his life.

The falling basketball hit Wallace right on the forehead.

"WHAT, FUCK!!"

If Li Fei's endless stream of trash talk had covered the walls of his heart in cracks.

Then this final basketball hitting his forehead was the flood that washed those walls away.

The next moment.

Wallace swatted away the basketball in front of him, fueled by rage, and raised the fists he had been training for 20 years.

He charged at Li Fei!!

"OH!! MY!! GOD!!"

The sudden scene made the commentator on the scene explode in shock.

"What's happening? Why did Rasheed suddenly charge at Li Fei? Is he trying to imitate Glenn Robinson and Chris Webber?"

"He's clearly been broken by Li Fei!"

No sooner said than done.

Wallace had already charged right in front of Li Fei.

And Li Fei seemed to have anticipated this, turning and gathering his strength before throwing a thunderous right hook.

With his opponent already right in his face, how could Li Fei possibly retreat?

BOOM!!

The sheer weight of this moment, with Li Fei and Wallace trading blows, was akin to the battle at Naruto-Sasuke Valley, with Hashirama locked in a fierce struggle against Uchiha Madara.

It was frozen in time like a world-famous masterpiece!!

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