Gods Do Not Lie

Rebound, drive, slam.

Link's coast-to-coast dunk at the start of overtime instantly changed the atmosphere in the arena.

At first, the AT&T Center had been overflowing with joy, with everyone waiting to celebrate victory five minutes later.

But now, while it had not reached the point of despair, everyone had fallen into doubt and tension.

Indeed, it was only one basket, merely two points. Nothing too significant.

But the form Link displayed in overtime was vastly different from what people had expected.

In everyone's imagination, the exhausted Link should have been completely shackled by Leonard, then lost the game amid the clang of missed shots.

Yet unexpectedly, Link had come out with the imposing aura of a king's return.

The fans throughout the arena were probably stunned for a second or two before they resumed cheering to spur on the Spurs.

It was only one dunk. Link could not possibly finish dunks that easily every time.

The fans quickly regained their confidence, but on the court, certain things had already begun to change quietly.

When Danny Green saw Link pound the floor hard, he could not help swallowing.

He did not want Link to set his sights on him. Those Link had targeted defensively had never ended well.

Green found himself growing more and more nervous. Forget shooting—he no longer even had the confidence to catch a pass!

He was afraid that if Link stole the ball from him, it would be a major blunder!

But Green had clearly still underestimated Link, because only after truly facing him did he realize that he would not even get to the point of handling the ball—he could not even receive it!

Green cut backdoor toward the basket, trying to weave through the crowded paint and reach the corner on the other side