"Unstoppable!"
Marv Albert shouted excitedly, "Li Fei going at Kobe was like going at any ordinary perimeter player! There was no difference at all! Don't forget, Kobe was a First Team All-Defense selection last season! But before Li Fei's absolute talent and power, all of that seemed utterly meaningless!"
After scoring, Li Fei landed, turned around, and once again met Kobe's eyes, blazing with fire.
Slowly, he extended his right index finger again and gently wagged it from side to side in front of Kobe, a hint of mockery in the gesture.
Then he bent down, leaned close to Kobe's ear, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Kid, you're not planning to let me wag my finger at you all night, are you?"
The words were like a poisoned dagger, plunging precisely into the proudest part of Kobe's heart.
Kobe's body trembled slightly with rage. He raised his head and forced out his reply through clenched teeth, one word at a time:
"Just wait. I'll break your fingers one by one, then shove them down your throat!"
"Wooooow!"
Bill Walton at the commentary desk keenly caught the gunpowder-thick tension between them, nearly tangible in the air. He slapped the table excitedly. "Did you see that?! Did you see that?! They started talking trash from the very first second of the game! The tension has completely ignited! I freaking love this matchup! Li Fei versus Kobe! This is absolutely the best individual showdown of the season! And I've got a strong feeling that this is only the beginning!"
Meanwhile, in the conference room at the headquarters of the "Li Fei" brand in Manhattan, New York, the atmosphere had reached a fever pitch.
On the massive screen, the two explosive, planet-colliding possessions between Li Fei and