svetikya Chapter 74 Imperial Permit
Chapter 74 Imperial Permit
The pre-match prank about magnesium powder was like a fuse, completely igniting the "Little Emperor" who always maintained an official smile.
Tonight, he's unreasonable, he won't pass the ball, he just wants to destroy.
The Cavaliers are on offense.
James has the ball at the top of the key, facing Chandler's defense.
He didn't take any probing steps, or even change direction; he simply lowered his center of gravity and accelerated instantly.
It was like a heavy tank speeding at full speed in fifth gear, crushing everything in its path.
At the moment of starting, James' footwork appeared somewhat disordered, and could even be described as a clear travel—he took an extra half step to adjust his center of gravity.
But the referee ignored it.
"Bang!"
Despite his good weight, Chandler was knocked back a meter by the sheer force of the impact.
James drove into the paint, and facing Randolph who was helping to defend, he didn't dodge in mid-air, but leaped high and slammed it in with a tomahawk dunk.
"boom!!!"
In the commentary booth, Charles Barkley couldn't help but complain: "Oh my god! LeBron's last few steps looked like he went to downtown Cleveland to buy a hot dog and came back! Did Joey swallow the whistle? Is he playing basketball or doing the long jump?"
James landed but did not retreat to defend.
He turned around and glared angrily at Li Xiangbei on the sidelines.
The 20,000 Cavaliers fans in the arena were instantly ignited, roaring in unison with a deafening roar.
……
Knicks on offense.
Li Xiangbei dribbled the ball up the court, attempting to create an opportunity through a pick-and-roll with David Lee.
But Cavaliers guards Mo Williams and West were like two mad dogs, relentlessly harassing him physically.
Pulling jerseys, thrusting hips, and even subtly striking thighs with the knee—these are just some of the many dirty tricks they employ.
During a breakthrough, West's hand clearly struck Li Xiangbei's wrist with a crisp sound, and the ball was knocked away.
Li Xiangbei looked at the referee.
The referee remained expressionless and even made a "continue the game" gesture.
The Cavaliers then launched a counterattack.
James drives to the basket.
Li Xiangbei was prepared; he slid to the side, attempting to draw an offensive foul.
The two men made contact near the free-throw line. James made a very obvious shoulder drop, slamming into Li Xiangbei.
"beep--!"
The whistle blew.
Li Xiangbei lay on the ground, thinking that this was finally an offensive foul.
But referee Crawford pointed at him and made a gesture – blocking foul.
Li Xiangbei smiled.
He stood up, spread his hands, pointed to the replay on the large screen above his head, and gestured for the referee to look at the obvious shoulder drop.
Crawford rushed over immediately, his serious bald face almost touching Li Xiangbei's nose.
"Shut up, newbie."
"Here, I am the rule. Don't try to put on a show on my turf. One more move and you're out."
In the commentary booth, Reggie Miller shook his head, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Welcome to Cleveland, Lee. Here, some privileges are written on your jersey number. That's what they call 'royal privilege'."
……
James seemed to have given up on shooting tonight; he was like a tireless battering ram, attacking the Knicks' paint again and again.
As the Knicks' only heavy rim protector, Randolph became the biggest victim.
The last part of the first section.
James once again drove into the paint, dangling Wilson over him.
Randolph had to cover, leaping high to try and block the shot.
But in mid-air, Randolph only lightly touched James's arm.
"beep--!"
The whistle blows, and the ball goes in.
2+1.
This was Randolph's second foul of the quarter.
For a key inside player, two fouls in the first quarter basically mean he's out for the first half.
Randolph was furious and charged at the referee to argue.
"Zack! Don't move!"
Li Xiangbei rushed over immediately and held the black bear tightly as it was about to go out of control.
"Don't be impulsive, they're trying to provoke you. They want to send you off. Hold it in. We need you to kill some players in the second half."
Randolph, panting heavily, stared intently at the referee, but was eventually pushed back to the bench by Li Xiangbei.
The Knicks' interior defense collapsed instantly.
They had to bring on David Lee, who was weaker in terms of physical strength.
……
Midway through the second quarter, the Knicks were already down by 12 points.
Li Xiangbei knew that if he didn't fight back, the situation would really collapse.
He started trying to stop the bleeding with three-pointers.
[Guaranteed winning amount: 1/8]
[Guaranteed winning amount: 2/8]
Despite the defense, he hit two difficult pull-up three-pointers in a row, narrowing the gap to single digits and just as the team's momentum was about to pick up.
Another controversial ruling has been made.
The Cavaliers attack.
James had the ball on the perimeter and, facing Li Xiangbei's defense, made a wide, circular dribble.
During the swing, James' arm clearly hit Li Xiangbei's face, and then he exaggeratedly fell backward.
"beep--!"
The referee whistle blows.
A defensive foul is called on Li Xiangbei!
This is utterly upside down!
Smith exclaimed in the studio, "That's too harsh! That's definitely a targeted ruling! It seems Lee paid the price for his previous prank."
This was Li Xiangbei's third personal foul.
With three fouls already in hand before the first half was over, he had to leave the game immediately, otherwise he would be completely unable to play in the second half.
D'Antoni was so angry on the sidelines that he yelled at the referee, and immediately received a technical foul.
Li Xiangbei looked at the referee, neither arguing nor showing anger.
He saw through the situation tonight: arguing with the referee in this hostile and privileged home arena was pointless and would only play into their hands.
He raised his hand to signal a substitution, then walked to the bench.
Behind him came the deafening jeers and boos from Cleveland fans:
"Go home, clown!"
"You are nothing!"
Li Xiangbei walked to the technical table and stopped.
Facing boos from 20,000 people in the audience, he made a truly classic gesture—
He put his hand to his ear, making an Iverson-esque "whispering" gesture.
It was as if it were saying: Speak louder, I can't hear you.
This action reignited the anger of the entire audience.
……
The whistle blew to signal halftime.
Knicks 45:57 Cavaliers.
Trailing by 12 points.
The Cavaliers were in high spirits, with James scoring 25 points in the first half, like an invincible god of war.
James sat on the bench, not chatting and laughing as usual.
He lowered his head, panting heavily, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his chin onto the floor.
That reckless charge, that furious dunk, is draining his energy.
On the Knicks' side...
Li Xiangbei.
He sat alone in the corner, wrapped in a towel, holding the technical statistics sheet for the first half.
His face was expressionless, with only a chilling calm before a storm.
"25 points in the first half? LeBron, you did a great job."
"But you've exhausted too much of your energy to vent your anger. Your sprint speed is slowing down, and your every breath is becoming heavy."
"The first half was a privilege granted by your royal authority. The second half..."
"It's time for the hunters to make their appearance."