Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters-Chapter 513 - 353 This is What You Deserve_2
Chapter 513: Chapter 353 This is What You Deserve_2
Big Fei asks for the ball, and he gets it – that’s basic service philosophy.
The moment Yu Fei received the ball, he stepped back, turned, and feigned a shot. LeBron James, who had never practiced low-post defense, couldn’t tell whether it was a real shot or a fake. His mind was set on blocking Yu Fei, his body leaping powerfully with endless energy.
The higher LeBron James’ talent shone at that moment, the more intense the mockery from reality became.
Taking advantage of the delay as he landed, Yu Fei brushed past him and jumped, finger-rolled the ball, and scored off the backboard.
“It’s a joy not having to pretend like a big brother that you improve every year!”
Yu Fei’s biting sarcasm towards LeBron was the theme of the evening, familiar to those who knew of the grudge between Yu Fei and Shaquille O’Neal.
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But LeBron hadn’t yet realized that this was the man he would be up against in the future.
However, Yu Fei’s taunts didn’t shake LeBron’s fighting spirit; he felt the time had come. He would no longer be in such disarray as he was at the start.
So, calling for a pick-and-roll, he forcefully drove to the basket and scored.
“If this is what you want!” LeBron’s confidence peaked at that moment, “I can satisfy you!”
At this instant, the competition between the red and white teams no longer mattered.
No matter how angry Kidd and Boozer were, this match was a stage for Yu versus LeBron, where everyone else was a side character.
Yu Fei stayed in the backcourt; Deron already knew what to do.
His job was to roll to one side and let Yu Fei bring the ball up himself.
The Red Team’s double-team didn’t come. The one defending Yu Fei was LeBron, everyone tacitly making space, but Yu Fei didn’t need that much room.
Yu Fei’s moves looked simple and decisive, not a single one unnecessary. Between the legs dribble, change of direction, strong drive followed by a quick stop. LeBron caught on, but it was still a step behind.
As Yu Fei’s shot left his fingertips, LeBron’s block was too late.
“Swish!”
“Satisfy me?” Yu Fei said, “Is that something a coward like you, who’s been running away since the beginning, can say?”
All eyes were focused on this scene.
Reporters, authors, players, coaching staff… they all sensed the climax of the game was approaching.
It was still one-on-one, Yu Fei against LeBron.
LeBron’s tank-like drive scored another two points, but then Yu Fei directly pulled up for a three-pointer from a 45-degree angle on the left side and made it again.
There was no time to breathe; LeBron had to keep going. His raw but purely talented drives were effective, but they wouldn’t work every time.
At the moment LeBron started his move, Yu Fei struck first, knocking the ball aside and quickly took control of it.
The scales of the battle tipped in The Chosen One’s favor for a moment.
The Emperor was still using the world’s most powerful basketball talent, but no one told him how to properly harness that talent, nor did anyone warn him how to survive The Chosen One’s assault.
Yu Fei went from the backcourt to the frontcourt without stopping the ball, sprinting at full speed. In the moment he collided with LeBron, he managed an incredibly difficult quick spin-move, rubbing up against his body, and threw an elbow to shake off the defending body aiming for the back of his opponent.
LeBron felt a sharp pain from behind; a second later, a grating dunk sounded from above.
“Tell me!” Yu Fei didn’t even look at him as he brazenly began picking the fruits of victory, “Who is the strongest Small Forward in the United States!!!?”
Chris Bosh among Big Fei’s supporters responded loudly: “Big Fei, it fucking has to be you!”
Yu Fei then pointed at James, “Then why should this son of a bitch compete with me?”
Even those who supported Yu Fei didn’t want to take sides in this vendetta, let alone the fact that James seemed on the verge of collapse, with a heart not strong enough, a will not firm enough, and skills that were simply no match for Big Fei under FIBA rules.
So, what made him qualified to be the starting small forward for Team USA?
James’s strong attack was predicted accurately once again, but it must be said, his talent is too great, Yu Fei could know which way he’s going to burst through, but if he couldn’t preemptively intercept him before he made his move, he would be pushed aside.
Yu Fei learned from the experience, adopting close but not aggressive defense, and once again managed to block, going for the ball and James’s hand together, resulting in being called for a reach-in foul.
“What’s the use of giving him free throws?” Yu Fei glared at the referee who kept calling fouls for James, “You don’t think he’s going to make them, do you?”
James made one of two free throws, and the missed one was the second shot.
Yu Fei immediately launched a fast break and scored with a thunderous dunk.
This place is hell, and the feeling of powerlessness, like electricity, numbed James. He could withstand part of the assault, but once it exceeded his capacity, he would lose the will to fight.
He had fantasized countless times about a showdown with Yu Fei, but the reason he had fantasies was that he never really knew Yu Fei’s true colors.
The devil before him was the true face of his opponent.
James’s offense was affected by Kwame Brown, resulting in a missed layup. Like before, he retreated on defense, with no other thoughts in his mind but a hope that at the end of the game, nobody would think he was completely defeated by Yu Fei.
The obsession not to fail made James step up aggressively; such extreme defense either succeeds or fails, with no middle ground.
Yu Fei, with James’s body pressing against him, burst to the right. During the move, he realized he had put all his weight on his strong side. Such reckless defending had obvious flaws. He didn’t know what was wrong with James’s thinking, but since the opportunity was given, he wouldn’t let it go.
Just as Yu Fei managed to get the ball to the free-throw line, he suddenly stopped, swinging his body and switching the ball to his left hand behind his back. With his support gone, James collapsed in front of Fei like a landslide.
At that moment, Kwame Brown recalled the game in 2003, the last time Big Fei visited D.C. that season.
He felt that tonight James was more miserable than Jordan at the time.
George Karl thought about each game over the years between Yu Fei and Shaquille O’Neal but did not know if Shaq had ever been more disheveled in a game than James was today.
Kidd thought of Kenyon Martin.
Prince thought of Richard Hamilton.
Strangely, they all felt that James was currently in a more embarrassing situation.
But everyone was wrong.
In Yu Fei’s eyes, the disgraceful demeanors of these people were all the same because losers are always like this, each defeated dog suffering the same blows and collapsing in a similar manner.
Only, to the bystanders, forgetfulness makes everything look better.
But the assaulter does not forget.
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Never.
Yu Fei’s ball left his palm, on its way to the hoops, swiftly followed by the sound “swish” completing its mission.
James looked up to see Yu Fei’s stern face, and then he heard his opponent say coldly and mercilessly, “This is what you deserve, LeBron.”
