Chicago, United States
The moment exploded at Soldier Field, where 70,000 spectators were in attendance.
A legendary image was born right then and there!
After taking a double blow from Li Fei, both on the court and to his pride, Wallace could no longer endure the humiliation and finally charged at him.
Li Fei answered Rasheed Wallace with a spinning haymaker.
Everyone who witnessed the scene firsthand was utterly stunned.
That included China's Basketball Trio, Karl Malone and John Stockton, and senior executives from various NBA organizations.
They were all in shock.
Even Danzi swallowed his gum again, nearly choking to death on the spot.
This game was getting more and more thrilling!
On the court.
The moment Li Fei's long arm shot out, Wallace realized he was done for.
Li Fei's reach advantage was just too damn obvious.
Wallace's fist was still a fist's length away from Li Fei's face, while Li Fei's heavy punch had already landed squarely on his head.
As if!
His opponent had already thrown a punch. Was Li Fei supposed to just take it?
Today, Li Fei would show Sheed what it meant when you couldn't beat him at basketball, and were even more hopeless in a fight.
The punch caught Sheed, and he staggered backward, his head turning to mush.
"WOW!"
The crowd was instantly dumbfounded.
They'd thrown punches at the same time, but Sheed's shorter arm couldn't reach its target, while Li Fei's hit the bull's-eye.
Reach really mattered!
To give Sheed credit, he was a tough guy. Even with his head turned to mush, he didn't cosplay Joel Embiid by collapsing and wiping the floor.
And in his daze, Wallace swung his left fist at Li Fei—but it landed on Li Fei's body.
Li Fei burst out laughing.
"Are you trying to play Punch-Out!! or something?"
The punch was so weak, you'd think Xi Yangyang was smacking Mei Yangyang on the butt.
But Li Fei wasn't about to go easy on him. He raised his left hand and unleashed another punch.
He was already down by 18 points, and after tonight, he'd be packing his bags and leaving anyway.
A suspension? Who gave a damn!
Li Fei's left fist struck Sheed on the right cheek.
And before the security staff and referees could arrive, Li Fei's third punch came up from below—a devastating uppercut that knocked Sheed out cold.
Three punches later, Sheed lay flat on his back, motionless.
Truly, the Farmer's Three Punches!
Nongfu Spring wouldn't hit the market until 1994. Otherwise, Zhong Shanshan would've immediately sent someone to get Li Fei's phone number and offer him an endorsement deal.
"Rasheed, don't panic! I'm coming!"
The instant Sheed hit the floor, Jerry Stackhouse came sprinting over.
To be fair.
Stackhouse had wanted to join the Fourth Great Ninja War.
But Sheed had gone down at Li Fei's hands.
You wanted him to get in there and fight Li Fei?
That was like Madara Uchiha getting kicked to death by Might Guy's Night Guy, then sending Kabuto Yakushi in as cannon fodder.
So Stackhouse came to an abrupt stop and tried a jump shot.
He'd figured he'd battle Li Fei alongside Sheed, or, at the very least, get caught while charging in for a heroic fight. But after stopping, he realized that not a single referee or security guard was paying him any attention.
Uh...
What the hell was he supposed to do now? If he charged in, wouldn't Li Fei punch him too?
"Do you want to say goodnight to the world too?"
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Li Fei turned to Stackhouse and asked the question that cut straight to the soul.
No wonder he was a top-tier point guard. Stackhouse's mind raced, and he immediately dropped to his knees, pinched Sheed's philtrum, and yelled:
"Rasheed, don't die! Don't die! What am I supposed to do without you?"
You had to admire Stackhouse's acting. He was practically squeezing tears out of his eyes.
He got so into the role that he even wondered if he should give Sheed mouth-to-mouth.
As for the other players from the University of North Carolina—
Did they dare step in?
They wouldn't have dared even if they had two more lifetimes' worth of courage.
Charging Li Fei?
That'd be like a kid trying to drive a big rig.
"Li!"
Jason Kidd rushed over. He glanced nervously at Li Fei, then immediately crouched down and checked Sheed's breathing.
Thank goodness. He was still breathing.
"He's fine, he's fine..."
Only then did Kidd look up at Li Fei. "Li, I thought you'd killed Rasheed with those three punches."
Li Fei smiled at that.
In ancient times, Lu Tixia killed Zhen Guanxi with three punches.
Now, Boxing King Li had killed Wallace with three punches?
To be honest.
Sheed could take a hit much better than Big Dog.
At least Li Fei hadn't knocked him out with a single punch.
The referees had separated the players, and the situation was completely under control.
You couldn't really blame the referees for reacting slowly. It had all happened too suddenly—like the fishnet-stockinged girlfriend of Little Snowman ducking her head into the passenger seat. There was no time to react.
"After knocking Glenn Robinson flat with a single punch in his college debut, Li Fei has now ended his final game by knocking out North Carolina Madman Rasheed Wallace with three punches!"
The most excited person in the arena was Red Giant Bill Walton, up in the commentary booth.
"What I'm saying is, Li Fei has absolutely no technique when it comes to fighting. It's all natural talent."
"I can't wait to see him face Karl Malone, Dennis Rodman, and Charles Barkley in the NBA!"
"Honestly, with Li Fei's reach and agility, it's a shame he isn't a boxer."
"Basketball may have gained a once-in-a-generation talent, but boxing has lost its Michael Tyson forever."
The spectators and commentators were still staring in disbelief, completely dumbfounded.
The referees had already made their ruling.
Rasheed Wallace had attacked Li Fei first, so of course he was ejected.
And after knocking out Rasheed with three punches, Li Fei was also given a "red card."
Of course, Li Fei didn't care whether he was ejected. It was the last game of his college career anyway. He'd played in the game, won the championship, and gotten to enjoy a good fight.
This was a massive win!
"Jason, I'll wait for you at the entrance to the players' tunnel."
Li Fei smiled and patted Kidd on the shoulder. "Once we've won the championship, I'll run back out for the trophy ceremony."
Then, amid the California fans' deafening cries of "MVP," Li Fei
raised both arms and jogged all the way back to the players' tunnel.
Good grief.
With that running form, you could replace the court with the UFC Octagon and say Li Fei had just won the Championship Belt and was celebrating, and it wouldn't look out of place at all.
Meanwhile,
the camera cut to Rasheed Wallace, who had just been revived by the team doctor.
Li Fei had knocked a huge lump onto his forehead.
If you didn't know better, you'd think Sheed had unlocked the Immeasurable Immortal skin.
As soon as Sheed came to, he was handed a red card.
And while Li Fei had been treated like a victor, leaving to deafening chants of "MVP," Sheed's exit was a completely different story...
His teammates had to carry him off in a sorry state.
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