This time, the San Antonio Spurs were even more resolute in their defensive strategy.
The moment Li Fei established position in the low post, Duncan and Robinson closed in on him like two magnets, before the ball had even reached his hands.
Spotting the opening, Houston passed the ball to the wide-open Larry Johnson.
Grandmama caught it and fired without hesitation.
Clang!
Another crisp sound of iron!
The Knicks missed two straight outside shots to open the game!
"The San Antonio Spurs' defensive strategy is working!" Kevin Harlan analyzed. "They're fully carrying over the approach from the previous series—they're betting on the Knicks' outside shooting! Besides double-teaming Li Fei, they've got Sean Elliott glued to Allan Houston, denying him any easy looks. So far, the results are very..."
Before he could finish, the situation on the court underwent a shocking reversal!
The instant the basketball bounced off the rim, a yellow figure charged into the paint from near the free-throw line like a cannonball blasting from its barrel!
It was Li Fei!
He had read the ball's landing spot perfectly. His legs exploded, launching his entire body skyward as though he had springs beneath his feet!
Standing in his way was Tim Duncan, who had just turned to grab the rebound!
Duncan immediately jumped as well, trying to use his height and wingspan to claim the rebound.
Yet compared to Li Fei, the height of his jump seemed utterly insignificant.
Li Fei stretched out in midair, rising above Duncan and snatching the descending basketball with one hand.
His core displayed terrifying strength as he forcibly hung in the air for a moment. Then, like a god descending upon the world, he viciously smashed the basketball down toward the hoop!
Boom—!
A deafening explosion rang out!
The basket groaned in agony,