I Just Want Mr. Mashburn To End His Suffering Sooner

Li Fei made no unnecessary movements. He simply dribbled twice, feeling the texture of the basketball and Mashburn's trembling breath. Then, just as Mashburn focused completely, expecting him to drive, Li Fei rose up from where he stood without any warning!

A pull-up jumper!

Mashburn did not even have time to react. He could only watch helplessly as the basketball flew over his head. His 2.01-meter frame looked like that of a child before Li Fei's 2.24-meter height and terrifying 2.45-meter wingspan. His block could not even reach Li Fei's elbow.

"Swish!"

Nothing but net, crisp and sweet.

2:0.

After scoring, Li Fei remained expressionless as he slowly turned and headed back on defense, as though he had merely completed a simple shooting drill.

But Mashburn's heart sank.

He knew that unstoppable mode had been activated again.

The Heat went on offense. Tim Hardaway's driving layup missed under Sabonis's interference, and Li Fei easily collected the rebound.

The Knicks attacked again, and the ball once more went to Li Fei's hands. Same spot, same defender.

This time, Mashburn had learned his lesson. He desperately pressed up against him, trying to disrupt Li Fei with physical contact.

However, Li Fei merely leaned back lightly, and Mashburn felt as though he had slammed into a wall. His body involuntarily retreated half a step.

That half-step was all Li Fei needed. He rose again, with the same form and the same arc.

"Swish!"

Nothing but net again!

4:0.

The cheers from the crowd grew even louder as they began rhythmically chanting, "M-V-P!"

Angelina Jolie, seated courtside, watched with dazzling eyes. She had never experienced such overwhelming individual dominance in person. It was irrational, pure domination through talent, filled with a violent kind of beauty.

Over the next few minutes, the game completely turned