Popovich's Evil Smile

A Stone Buddha who had never suffered a major knee injury, paired with the Admiral at the tail end of his prime—just how terrifying was this twin-tower combination?

Now the Big Shark had felt it. Compared to last season, their dominance had grown even stronger!

Duncan's flawless defensive anticipation, lateral quickness, and bug-level height, wingspan, and leaping ability.

Combined with the Admiral's iron-forged muscles, he forcibly withstood O'Neal's first step!

On offense, the two had practically mastered every scoring method except the three-pointer. Facing up or playing with their backs to the basket, they were both virtually unstoppable!

They were probably no worse than the Celtics' old trio of Chief Robert Parish, Refrigerator Kevin McHale, and Bill Walton!

Even in history, there was likely no third team with such a terrifying interior lineup!

The greatest power forward in history plus a top-ten center of all time!

The Big Shark, even after bulking up this season, had no way to affect this level of dominance on both ends of the floor.

"Fuck!" O'Neal panted heavily, regretting for the first time why he had been so lazy during the offseason.

He had done no training at all and had eaten and drunk to excess.

The Big Shark had thought that after Jordan grew old, no other team in the league could challenge the Lakers' dominance.

But reality dealt him a heavy blow. In the highest hall of world basketball, if you stood still, others would surpass you.

Not to mention that O'Neal himself was already on the decline!

"I need to lose weight." O'Neal gritted his teeth. He was not a player willing to let himself go. Since he had discovered that another team's interior was stronger than his, he would definitely improve his condition and fight back!

"The Spurs' bench is