Li Fei Enters Personal Assault Mode! Unstoppable!

He had won six championship rings. He was the universally acknowledged God of Basketball.

And now, the whole world was saying that he was avoiding playing against a twenty-two-year-old.

That was a humiliation even harder for him to accept than losing a game.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He knew that from a rational standpoint, from the standpoint of winning for the team, this was the right thing to do—the most efficient approach.

But the pride in his heart, that dignity belonging to a king, was being devoured bit by bit by this "correct" method.

He could not accept it. He truly could not.

In the second half, he had to do something.

Even if they lost, he wanted to lose standing tall. He wanted to face that most powerful opponent like a true king!

The locker room door opened, and the players filed out, stepping once more onto the brilliantly lit hardwood of Madison Square Garden.

Jordan walked at the back of the group. His gaze was calm, but deep within him, a storm was brewing.

The whistle for the second half sounded.

Chicago Bulls ball.

Sam Cassell slowly brought the ball across half court, his eyes instinctively searching the Knicks' defensive formation for Li Fei's position.

Like a moving iron tower, Li Fei firmly occupied the area around the free-throw line. His arms were slightly spread, and his terrifying wingspan nearly covered the entire paint.

On Phil Jackson's tactics board, the strategy for the second half remained clear—keep avoiding Li Fei.

Use Karl Malone's low-post threat and Jordan's off-ball movement to create localized numbers advantages.

It was rational. It was correct.

Following the tactical setup, Cassell lobbed the ball to Karl Malone, who had established position in the low post.

Malone