"Iverson drives again! Up and Under layup—he makes it! My God, his core strength is simply inhuman! After scoring, he gave Li Fei the Finger Wag—that's Mutombo's signature move! He's taunting him!"
"Li Fei answers right back! A powerful back-to-the-basket spin into a fadeaway jumper under the basket! It's in! That's a Michael Jordan move! He's telling Iverson not to pull these little tricks in front of 'God'!"
"Iverson has been completely enraged! He's facing Li Fei on the switch! He's going to take Li Fei one-on-one! Everyone in the arena is on their feet!"
With two minutes left in the first quarter, the moment everyone had been waiting for finally arrived. After a pick-and-roll, Li Fei switched onto Iverson.
A 7'4" giant and a 6'0" sprite faced off beyond the three-point line.
It was as if the air throughout the arena had frozen solid.
A raging fire burned in Iverson's eyes. He looked at Li Fei as if he were the enemy of his life. He knew that the pregame remarks, all the buildup, all the emotions, would finally be unleashed in this showdown.
He began dribbling, accelerating from slow to fast, his rhythm impossible to predict.
Li Fei did not crowd him like other defenders. He bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and kept a subtle distance from Iverson. His arms spread wide like a giant net, covering every possible driving lane. His gaze was terrifyingly calm, like a precision computer calculating every possibility his opponent might choose.
Iverson moved!
He unleashed the ultimate move of his career—the famous killer crossover that had once dropped Michael Jordan!
A huge, lightning-fast fake to the right, followed instantly by a pullback to the left!
It was a move capable of breaking any defender's ankles!
Yet Li Fei