Blocked, Air Ball, Is This Jordan?

Meanwhile, it was as if the entire world had pressed the shutter button.

This earth-shaking dunk was transmitted via satellite signal to every corner of the globe in less than a second.

New York, Times Square.

The enormous NASDAQ screen was broadcasting the game live.

When the image of Li Fei soaring over Harper and Cassell appeared, the bustling, clamorous square instantly fell deathly silent. Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked up at the giant screen, their faces filled with shock.

After that brief silence came an eruption of gasps and screams like a landslide and tsunami. Countless people pulled out their phones, trying to capture the unbelievable replay.

Los Angeles, ESPN headquarters.

"My God! Immediately! Right now! Cut that footage!"

A veteran director sprang from his chair and roared madly at his subordinates. "Put it on every channel! Every platform! I want the entire United States—no, the entire world—to see nothing but this image for the next twenty-four hours! Call it—The Flight II! No, call it God's Leap!"

At the same time, TNT's production room had already descended into chaos. Countless calls came in and went out as staff rushed to package Kevin Harlan's wildly passionate commentary along with the video clip and send it to major media partners around the world.

The phone in the sports editor-in-chief's office at the Taigu Times rang nonstop.

"Chief! Chief! Did you see it? Did you see it?!" On the other end of the line, Adrian Wojnarowski—Woj—the ace reporter stationed at Madison Square Garden, spoke in a voice trembling with excitement. "I've already written it! I've already written the article! Front page! It has to be front page! No, this deserves a special edition all to himself!"

The editor-in-chief took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly pounding heart, and