The ball sailed past Li Fei's fingertips, grazed the top edge of the backboard, then dropped lightly through the net!
It was in!
At the same time, the referee's whistle rang out!
"Tweet!"
"Defensive foul! The basket counts! One free throw!"
"BOOM!!!"
After a second of dead silence, the entire Madison Square Garden erupted!
Whether Knicks fans or neutral spectators, no one could suppress their shock at that moment. They all rose to their feet as one, applauding and crying out over that unbelievable basket!
Iverson crashed hard onto the floor, sliding several meters before coming to a stop.
He did not get up immediately. He simply lay there, his chest heaving violently as he gulped down the expensive air above the arena.
After landing, Li Fei looked down at his chest, then at Iverson lying on the floor. For the first time, genuine gravity appeared in his eyes.
That was not a basketball player. That was a madman. A madman willing to gamble everything for victory.
"Unbelievable! Unbelievable!"
In the broadcast booth, Bill Walton was already incoherent. He rose to his feet and roared into the microphone, "Did you see that?! He turned himself into a human cannonball! He used his flesh and blood to challenge a god forged from steel! This isn't basketball skill—it's the triumph of will! It's the victory cry of the spirit! Allen Iverson is playing with his life!"
Kevin Harlan added excitedly, "I have never seen a player with such courage! In Li Fei's paint, most players would choose to avoid him, but he chose the most brutal, most heroic approach! He doesn't care about his body—he only wants to put the ball in the basket! That spirit transcends winning and losing. It transcends basketball itself!"
With his teammates supporting him, Iverson got back