Jordan: I thought he was there to help me!

Chapter 584 Lin Tian single-handedly sparked a bloodbath across the entire league! Playoffs

Lin Tian circled around Nowitzki's screen and then quickly poked the basketball from behind.

That was absolutely precise and ruthless!

The basketball went completely out of control and flew into the hands of Ben Wallace, who was trying to help defend James. Wallace, holding the basketball, shouted loudly again.

"meteor!"

This time, Lin Tian didn't curse Ben Wallace anymore, because as soon as Ben Wallace poked the ball, he had already sprinted towards the frontcourt. He had absolute confidence that his teammates could get the ball and pass it to him.

Because he started earlier, Lin Tian had already grabbed the basketball when he reached the center line. At the same time, he began to slow down and find his rhythm and footwork!

Then, as soon as Lin Tian entered the three-point line, he immediately collected the ball!

With one foot stomping heavily out one after the other, Lin Tian took off right off the free-throw line!

Lin Tian held the basketball with both hands, raised it high, and his whole body was like an eagle descending from the sky, gliding all the way towards the basket!

"boom!"

Then a loud bang was heard as Lin Tian slammed the ball into the basket with both hands!

A steal followed by a fast break and a powerful dunk!

At the same time, it's also a free throw line dunk in a real game!

129: 125!

The last 35 seconds!

The Eastern team has regained the lead! They are now up by 4 points!

"Insane!" Barkley shouted. "No matter what trash talk LeBron just said to Lin, he should regret it. He shouldn't have trash-talked Lin!"

"Because we all know Lin has a good memory, is petty, and holds grudges! If you lash out at him with trash talk, you'll definitely embarrass yourself beyond belief!"

"Like LeBron just now!"

"But we have to admit, LeBron played almost perfectly in those last two minutes! He led his team on a 13-2 run, tying the game in just two minutes," Kenny added from the sidelines. "LeBron is absolutely destined to become the best superstar in the league!"

"Maybe he can, but that'll definitely be after Lin retires! These two games tonight fully demonstrated that LeBron is still a long way from taking the throne!" Barkley shook his head. "Even if Lin retires, there's still Kobe, Garnett, Iverson, and others!"

"LeBron has a long way to go! After all, not every game will have Popovich to cover for him and let him unleash his full potential."

This time, Popovich didn't call a timeout, but instead signaled the team to continue the attack. Lin Tian immediately clung to James after he returned to his half.

"Did you get lost, LeBron? I've been waiting for you for ages, have you forgotten the way home?"

"How about I call your mom and have her come pick you up? Or if you don't want your mom to know you're lost, I can call someone else, like one of His Majesty's loyal ministers; they'll definitely be able to take you home."

"Shut up! Shut up, Lin!" In the last two rounds, James was outplayed by Lin Tian face-to-face twice. The victory and MVP that were within his grasp were about to slip away in the blink of an eye. How could James be happy?

Fortunately, he hadn't lost his composure. He knew that with so little time left in the game, it would be too difficult to break through Lin Tian's defenses, complete the organization, and score quickly on his own.

So when Nowitzki inbounded the ball from the baseline, he pointed to Nash next to him.

This indicates that Nash should go and complete the push.

"You're already scared?"

Upon seeing this, Lin Tian immediately became excited: "You cowardly and cunning idiot, you don't dare to dribble past me yourself? You only dare to run away and hide? Do you want me to get you a blanket to cover your head so that everyone won't see you crying later?"

"It would be so embarrassing if the whole world saw you crying! So LeBron, my advice is for you to go back to the locker room right now, lock the door, and have a good cry inside."

"By the way, besides crying, what happened to your leg? Why is it trembling so much? Are you scared? Don't be scared, kid. Being scared isn't shameful. Being scared means you can still be saved! If you're not afraid of me and want to challenge me, then you're really doomed!"

"Have you ever been quiet for even a second in your life?!" James was really about to be driven to the brink by Lin Tian's barrage of words. Unable to find any words to retaliate, he could only respond in the simplest and most direct way.

"You're getting impatient? Hey Melo, your buddy LeBron is getting impatient!"

"Enough! You fucking shut up!" If James wasn't already in a hurry, he was now really in a hurry.

"Oh, you're really in a hurry?" Lin Tian said with a forced smile, "I was just joking, don't take it to heart. You can't take a joke, can you?"

Lin Tian unleashed a combo that would infuriate people 20 years from now, making them want to grab a knife and engage in a real-life duel.

At just 20 years old, how could James, who has never seen any big stage, possibly withstand it?

He was absolutely furious.

Only two voices were left in his head.

One person shouted, "Kill him! Do it! Kill LeBron! Hit him!"

Another said, "LeBron, don't be impulsive. If you make a move, he'll kill you. That's Lin, who beat Tyson and won an Olympic gold medal!"

The first one said, "A real man, even if he gets beaten to death, will stand up for himself when necessary! Otherwise, people will look down on him!"

The second one said, "You don't know anything! I'll beat you to death first!"

"Crackling and popping!"

After a brief commotion, James's mind went silent; the first sound had completely disappeared.

And the Western Conference's chance of victory also vanished.

In this possession, James was so tightly guarded by Lin Tian that he couldn't even participate in the offense. Nash and Nowitzki executed their signature screen from their Mavericks days, and Nowitzki's attempt to shoot a three-pointer after receiving the ball failed.

As the basketball bounced off the rim, Ben Wallace grabbed the backboard again, and the suspense of the game was almost gone.

With only 20 seconds left in the game, the East team still had possession of the ball, while the West team was down by 4 points.

If it were a regular season game, we could still try to catch up, but it's an All-Star game, so that's about it.

At this point, both teams relaxed completely, greeted each other, and discussed where to go for the evening.

When Ben Wallace saw that no one was guarding him, he couldn't resist. He dribbled the ball all the way to the frontcourt and, with no one paying any attention to him, he even did two crossover dribbles and a spin dribble during his advance. Then he came all the way to the basket and pulled up for a powerful two-handed dunk!

It's perfect!

After scoring, Benitez was as excited as if he had scored the winning goal himself. He opened his arms and shouted, and ran to the bench to hug Rashid and Billups with laughter.

The entire Eastern Conference bench erupted in laughter, everyone completely relaxed.

Won!

With just a few seconds left, James got the basketball, and then everyone in the arena pulled him aside, signaling for him to dunk again and show off.

Unfortunately, James was completely out of sorts at the moment. He ignored the commotion from the fans and the players from both sides making way for him. He just dribbled the basketball until the end of the game, then threw the ball away and looked at Lin Tian in front of him.

"See you in the Finals! I'll show you what I'm made of!" James said, then snorted and turned to leave.

He was in a terrible mood right now; Lin Tian's string of trash talk was practically turning him into a sieve.

"Hey West! LeBron said he wants to see me in the Finals! He doesn't even care about you guys! If this guy really makes it out of the West, I'll look down on you!" Lin Tian shamelessly shouted at the entire Western Conference team's stars right next to James' ear.

In an instant, James felt at least seven or eight threatening, fierce, and extremely dangerous gazes fixed on him.

At that moment, James felt as if he were in a primeval jungle, surrounded by a large group of wild beasts.

If it weren't for the bright lights and 2 fans watching, James felt he would definitely have been beaten to a pulp.

This is what it feels like to be the target of everyone's criticism!

That damn weirdo Lin Tian!

We'll see.

James left the court, filled with resentment towards Lin Tian, ​​and quickly walked into the player tunnel.

"This kid thinks he can make it to the Finals? I could beat him to a pulp with one hand!" O'Neal scoffed, walked over, and gave Lin Tian a handshake, saying, "See you in the Finals!"

"Shouldn't you guys focus on securing a playoff spot first?" Lin Tian rolled his eyes. "If I remember correctly, your winning percentage this season is barely over 50%?"

"That was just for fun in the first half, we were all preparing for the playoffs," O'Neal chuckled, putting his arm around Lin Tian's shoulder. "I'm only just getting into the swing of things now. You guys, getting into the game so early, aren't you afraid you'll be exhausted before the playoffs even start?"

"That's something an old man like you, almost 40, should worry about. I don't have that problem at all," Lin Tian snorted, looking at Kobe who was greeting others nearby. "He's your boss now, isn't he?"

"Him?" O'Neal pursed his lips, clearly wanting to say something, but finally said, "So be it this year. Who told me I've only played 20 regular season games so far? I'll come back stronger next year!"

After O'Neal finished speaking, he clearly didn't want to talk to Lin Tian, ​​who always poked at his sore spots, any longer. He turned around and left to chat with someone else.

"Lin." Kobe greeted the other players and walked over to Lin Tian, ​​saying, "See you in the Finals!"

"You two are like two peas in a pod, you say the same thing. If I didn't know you two don't click, I would really think you're brothers." Lin Tian was helpless. These two arrogant weirdos never changed their way of greeting each other.

"Him? Me? My own brother?" Kobe scoffed, "Even if he were the only person left in the world, I would never be his brother! That lazy, arrogant, and unambitious fat bastard."

"He's only played 20 games this season, this is your perfect opportunity to seize power!" Lin Tian nudged Kobe in the stomach twice with his elbow, urging, "Get the team to trade him, and you can be the leader!"

"If you retired, I wouldn't be able to bear it for a single day," Kobe said. "But you're still in Lin, you're still here! I know all too well what kind of monster you are!"

"As long as you haven't retired, as long as you're still competing for a championship, I won't part ways with Shaq! He's the only one in this league who can possibly beat you alongside me; nobody else can!"

"As for resting... well, he's getting old, so let him rest. I'll hold him up!"

At this point, Kobe looked at Lin Tian and said, "See you in the Finals!"

"Then let's meet! Anyway, I can't even remember how many times I've beaten you guys. Let me count."

"00 was the first time, 01 was the second time, 0... Hey, where are you going? Come back! I haven't finished speaking yet, where are you going? That's very rude of you!"

Lin Tian was only halfway through his calculations when Kobe had already shaken him off and turned to leave.

The ghost was willing to talk to Lin Tian more.

"Lin." Iverson, who had been playing a minor role all night, walked over with a smile: "See you in the Finals!"

"Is this never going to end?" Lin Tian waved his hand and said, "You're the third person tonight to tell me they'll see me in the finals. Do you know what that means?"

"This means you bunch of bastards in the West will have plenty of time to fight amongst yourselves! So stop talking nonsense and go fight it out among yourselves!"

After Lin Tian finished speaking, he didn't bother to talk to Iverson and Garnett anymore; he had other things to do.

Rather than letting others bother him endlessly, Lin Tian decided to take the initiative!

He went straight to Ben Wallace, Rasheed Wallace, and Chauncey Billups: "Three groups of people have already said they want to see me in the Finals today. Do you know what that means?"

"This means they consider you nothing! They think you're no match for us, they think we'll crush you!"

After Lin Tian finished speaking, he was quite satisfied to see how the three guys were immediately enraged, and then he turned and left.

Hehe... The Pistons and those strong teams in the West still have games to play in the remaining regular season. If I stir things up, won't you bunch of bastards fight to the death, until your brains are splattered out?

Fight! Fight them to death!

Lin Tian was in a great mood. He found Pierce and Duncan and asked, "Did you know that three teams are going to face me in the Finals and one team is going to face me in the Eastern Conference Finals?"

"Do you know what this means? It means they completely disregard you!"

"Oh, I see. That's good." Duncan nodded, completely unmoved, indicating that he understood, and at the same time pressed Pierce's head down to calm him down.

"It's boring. I don't like you psychology students, you're all smarter than monkeys." Lin Tian curled his lips, too lazy to talk to these two guys anymore. With Duncan around, there was no need for him to stir things up.

Then he glanced at Nowitzki and Nash, who were catching up, whistled, and walked over. If Duncan can't be fooled, why shouldn't Nash and Nowitzki be fooled?

Whether I fall for it or not, I'm going to try it out and cause some trouble!

Hey, in the second half of the season, I'll beat all you bastards until your brains are splattered everywhere, and I'd love to knock your balls out of your heads!

For the next ten minutes or so, Lin Tian wandered around and chatted with almost every star player present.

As for the content of their chats, they were remarkably similar.

"Did you know that X teams have already agreed to meet me in the Eastern Conference Finals/NBA Finals?"

I, Lord Lin, am a man who is good at making men fight to the death for me!

With just three sentences, I can get a group of men to beat their livers off for me!

The main character is a war envoy and a master of instigation!

So, after Lin Tian finished talking with everyone, the NBA officials had already set up the temporary awards stage.

Or rather, it was all planned out in advance, but because Lin Tian kept running around and chatting, the post-match tribute segment was unusually long, and the league had to wait for them for quite a while.

Fortunately, there was this time; James, who had just entered the player tunnel, returned at some point.

This guy forgot about the post-match awards ceremony.

He thought it would be like the regular season, where he could leave right after the game.

It was incredibly awkward.

What followed was the worst All-Star awards ceremony in NBA history.

The MVP award was actually quite predictable. Even though Lin Tian delivered 21 assists, he only took one shot and scored 2 points. According to All-Star tradition, the MVP award definitely wouldn't go to him.

As for the Western Conference, although James put up impressive numbers of 33 points, 9 rebounds, and 8 assists, his stats were far from impressive enough to earn him the first-ever MVP award for the losing team in NBA history.

Carmelo Anthony was the only player in the Eastern Conference to score over 30 points tonight. Unless the league decides to pull some crazy stunt, this MVP award won't be given to anyone else.

However, Carmelo Anthony felt particularly uncomfortable winning this MVP award.

When Stern called out Anthony's name and presented the MVP trophy to the guy who scored 35 points that night, the applause from the stars was sparse and perfunctory.

The guys are all busy hating each other.

They all looked at each other with such intensity they seemed ready to devour each other.

Almost everyone was thinking the same thing: You think you can look down on me? Just you wait! I'll beat you to a pulp in this year's playoffs!

"Boss, do they not want me to win MVP? Do they think I don't deserve it?" After the award ceremony ended, Anthony, who was still unaware of what had happened, felt somewhat aggrieved.

When other stars win MVP, no matter what the relationship is, everyone applauds and celebrates enthusiastically. Why do they all look unhappy when it comes to me?

Can't figure it out.

Am I, Carmelo Anthony, really that bad?

"That proves you can do it! Proves you're better than every one of them!" Lin Tian patted Anthony on the shoulder. He didn't choose to explain, and of course he wouldn't.

How wicked I, Lord Lin, am!

"Give it your all, let everyone see that you truly deserve this MVP award, you deserve it more than anyone else! You are the best!"

"That's right! I'm the best!"

A fierce glint ignited in Anthony's eyes: "I'll make all those who look down on me pay the price!"

Everything's ready! Plan goes smoothly!

Lin Tian really stirred up the entire league's anger with just one All-Star game.

In the upcoming season, all teams will undoubtedly go all out and fight hard to prove themselves, resulting in a plethora of exciting matches!

The playoffs have practically started ahead of schedule!

This is definitely good news for the league.

Stern, this is for you! (End of Chapter)