Weeds on the Wall Again, Fans of Both Sides in Another Verbal War!

The scarlet No. 23 had an unyielding fire burning in his eyes.

He abandoned every pass and every play, entering the purest, most primal one-on-one mode.

Against Sprewell's tight pressure, he pulled off an unimaginable behind-the-back dribble into a huge step-back, sinking the shot even as his body was nearly off balance.

Against Larry Johnson's jungle of muscle, he used a classic midair glide to find the tiniest opening amid a three-man trap, banking the ball in. Jordan was telling the entire world in his own way that as long as he remained standing on this court, the game would never be over.

But standing across from him was Li Fei, who had likewise entered "the zone."

Strong teams showed their mettle in the third quarter.

True superstars always stepped up in this quarter to put the game away.

Jordan hit a difficult fadeaway jumper.

On the other end, Li Fei answered from nearly the same spot with an even more unreasonable Pull-up Jumper. The crisp sound of the ball swishing cleanly through the net was music to the ears.

Jordan drove into the paint and, facing Sabonis's help defense, threw down a thunderous poster dunk that sent the crowd into a brief frenzy.

On the very next possession, Li Fei immediately went to work against Malone in the post. With a powerful spin move, he knocked The Mailman stumbling, then rose straight up and viciously hammered home an even more brutal one-handed tomahawk dunk, instantly silencing the cheers that had just erupted.

Jordan scored again.

Li Fei answered again. Jordan scored once more.

And Li Fei, once again, sent the ball through the hoop in an even tougher fashion!

The third quarter had completely turned into a scoring duel between the kings of two eras.

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