A 38-Point Quarter, Li Fei's Night!

As the players from both teams emerged from the tunnel, the United Center instantly erupted in thunderous cheers.

The broadcast director cut to the players about to take the court.

When the camera focused on the Knicks lineup and slowly moved toward Li Fei at the front, he happened to look up and stare straight into the lens.

In that instant, viewers all over the world saw those eyes through the television broadcast.

What kind of eyes were those?

Cold, profound, devoid of even the slightest emotion. Deep within his pupils seemed to burn black flames capable of devouring everything—a gaze that perfectly fused the desire to win, rage, and killing intent.

There was no roar, no unnecessary expression. A single look was enough to send chills down the spines of countless fans watching from their screens.

"My God..." Kevin Harlan unconsciously drew in a sharp breath at the TNT commentary desk. "What did I just see? Those were... those were the Death Glare!"

Marv Albert's eyes widened as well, his voice somewhat dry. "I've only seen a similar look in Michael when he was at his angriest, when he most wanted to destroy his opponent. Li Fei tonight... he looks like he wants to swallow the entire United Center."

Bill Walton merely muttered to himself, "The storm is coming..."

The game officially began!

The Knicks won the first possession.

The Chicago Bulls' defensive formation was identical to the previous game. Karl Malone played at the five against Sabonis, while Michael Jordan was once again assigned to defend Li Fei.

Phil Jackson's intentions were obvious. He wanted to continue the successful strategy from the previous game and use the spacing advantage of a smaller lineup to attack the Knicks.

However, this time, the Knicks' offensive choice caught everyone completely off