"Up he went! He shot! Kobe's block had reached its absolute limit—his fingertips were almost touching the basketball! But against Li Fei's terrifying height and wingspan, it was still futile! The ball sailed over Kobe's fingertips, tracing a rainbow toward victory!" Kevin Harlan's throat was already raw from shouting, but he did not care. He merely waved his arms and roared with the last of his strength, "It's in! The lights are on! The game is over! Li Fei! Li Fei! Li Fei! Once again, he has proven to the entire world who the king of this league truly is! He isn't just a four-time MVP and four-time Defensive Player of the Year—he is a cold-blooded killer! A monarch who can deliver a fatal blow to his opponents in any desperate situation!"
At center court, Li Fei, pulled up from the pile of bodies by his teammates, panted heavily.
His jersey was completely soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to his body and outlining muscle lines as flawless as those of an ancient Greek sculpture.
He did not celebrate wildly like his teammates. He merely slowly raised his right hand, pointing his index finger toward the retired purple-and-gold legendary jerseys hanging from the Staples Center rafters.
His gaze was calm, yet it carried an aura of supreme dominance.
That gesture was like a silent slap, viciously striking every Lakers fan across the face.
It was as if he were declaring: Your legends are in the past.
Now, this is my era!
Camera flashes went wild, capturing this moment destined for the history books. Behind Li Fei stood the ecstatic Knicks players; beneath his feet were Kobe, struggling in pain, and O'Neal, utterly shattered; around him sat twenty thousand Lakers fans trapped in dead silence.
The entire Staples Center had become