Champion Rules

Chapter 268, Section 264: When 5 Points Did Not Release Military Power

Chapter 268, Section 264: When 5 Points Did Not Release Military Power (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Phil Jackson was indeed startled by the last scene.

Because that 62-point divine punishment had completely burned away the last straw of hope in his heart.

All night long, he used this self-comforting mantra to build up his crumbling mental defenses: "In the end, that kid isn't some kind of god."

But at this very moment, when Lynch shook off Kobe and scored a record-breaking 62 points in the Finals.

This statement is clearly untenable.

The only bulwark of hope in his heart could no longer hold back the surging torrent of fear.

In the heart of the basketball court hell, Lynch roared like an enraged lion at Kobe at his feet, his voice shaking the heavens!

That roar was a battle cry proclaiming the eternal rule of the monarchy!

As Kobe Bryant lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes churned not only with the shock and humiliation of lava, but also with a sense of emptiness as his perception was reshaped by an unknown force.

The incredible round he had just gone through, every single detail of it, kept replaying in his mind.

Kobe Bryant never imagined that he would be faked out by Lynch and fall to the ground.

What's truly terrifying for him and all Los Angeles fans is the symbolism: Lynch has the ability to take you down in any way you can imagine, or even in ways you can't!
Just then, Lynch saw Kobe lying on the ground and met his bewildered gaze.

Immediately after, number 20 smiled. Just like Kobe Bryant spoke in Chinese before the game, he said in Italian: "Bye-bye, Salacione!"

Lynch, after all, started his professional career in Europe, while that Real Madrid team had players from various countries.

Therefore, Lynch has dabbled in all the major European languages.

The word means "sexual ecstasy" in Italian, and Kobe knew very well why Lynch used this word to attack him.

This definitely hit Kobe where it hurt.

He clenched his fists, but he couldn't actually stand up and throw a punch at Lin Qi.

Because he still has to play in the Finals, because Lynch is just retaliating against him.

more importantly.
Because he couldn't beat them.

When the group starts later, who can he rely on?

Tayshaun Prince, with his small frame? Unreliable.

KG, fighting and retreating? Even less reliable!
Lin Qi, on the other hand, could just shout out and a guy would appear who would take you to the hospital at the drop of a hat.

Finally, Kobe got up and left without saying a word.

Mike Brin watched all this and let out a long sigh of relief.

Judging from this result and Kobe's reaction, the stubborn number 24 had nothing to say about what happened that night.

He lost completely.

The Lakers players looked around in confusion, their eyes repeatedly sweeping across the empty bench.

They were puzzled as to why the head coach hadn't called a timeout.

Soon, the Lakers players discovered something even more perplexing.

Where did my coach, who's such a big guy, go?!

Why is there no coach on his bench, only wet stains?
Don't tell us he was beaten to death and disappeared.

Brian Shaw immediately paused the game. Kevin Garnett, who was almost exhausted, dragged himself off the court, his buttocks landing precisely on the "Zen Master's Throne" which still had some unknown wet stains.

Brian Shaw's terrified scream nearly pierced the dome: "No no no no!"

"That's enough, Brian! It's just a little water on it! Damn it, why was it hot water? And where's Phil?!"

"Don't sit on it! It's covered in Phil's urine!"

Kevin Garnett's energy level instantly reached its maximum, and he launched himself up with the speed and power of his peak.

During the following period, acting head coach Brian Shaw picked up the tactical board and discussed in detail with the players the entire process of head coach Phil Jackson's "accidental bodily fluid infiltration".

This is not an exaggeration; incontinence is a common occurrence when someone encounters something that causes them extreme fear.

Moreover, Phil Jackson was already over sixty years old.

In some ways, men and women are the same.

For example, skin tends to loosen as people get older.

What was truly embarrassing for Phil Jackson was that he maintained a confident demeanor until the crucial moment.

He doesn't call timeouts, and he doesn't yell and shout as frequently as Philip Sanders.

He just sat there, observing everything with an elegant and self-important air.

However, they exited in the most inelegant way.

As soon as the buzzer sounded, Brian Shaw looked at all the incredulous players in a daze:

"Guys, did I just give you the instructions?"

In fact, whether or not to set up the decorations is no longer important.

With only 20 seconds left in the game, the entire Lakers team was immersed in a collapsed ruin mixed with frustration, confusion, and a faint ammonia smell.

It's become very difficult for them to change anything.

After the game restarted, Kobe Bryant's desperate three-pointer slammed into the back of the rim with a resounding roar, shattering all hopes.

The New York Knicks defeated the New York Knicks 112-107, with Lynch scoring a phenomenal 62 points in a Finals game, securing another victory at home.

The Knicks lead the NBA Finals 1-0, and the dust has settled for the moment.

Lynch raised his arms in celebration, not for the historic achievement he had made, but for the brutal victory forged in the crucible of war.

Before he faked out Kobe and made that shot, the outcome was still uncertain.

Many people burned themselves out tonight.

Lynch burned his soul dry.

Ron Artest crushed his anger.

Kobe squeezed out every last drop of his marrow.

KG broke his pride.

Phil Jackson shed some indescribable liquid!

Everyone gave their all for that fierce victory.

Therefore, Lynch was extremely excited.

At this moment, this overwhelming joy, surpassing all historical data, stems from the conquest of climbing from the deep valley to the mountain peak!

Finally, Lynch made sure to shake hands with Kobe.

The Lakers' superstar, who scored 41 points in a losing effort, had a face full of frustration.

"You're lucky, you bastard." Kobe's fingertips lightly touched Lynch's before he quickly withdrew.

He would never offer his opponent a sincere blessing until the entire series was over.

After a brief greeting, Kobe turned and left, his furrowed brows still furrowed.

He knew better than anyone that Lin Qi's luck just now was no joke.

Yes, Lynch may not have developed a proper face-up ball-handling offense yet. But that conditioned reflex just now was definitely not just luck.

People are hoping that Kevin Durant can become a Lynch who is more of a small forward.

But now it seems that Lynch had already evolved before he became Lynch!
In the player tunnel, Kobe encountered Kevin Garnett, who had already changed his pants. "Damn it, Kobe, did you see the TV? Phil is a social death! They showed the whole thing—his pants got wet—God, I can't even imagine how upset Phil must be right now."

Kobe's expression was indifferent: "There's nothing unimaginable about Kevin. Once we lose this Finals series, every one of us will experience just how heartbroken Phil really is!"

Kobe's figure shot towards the locker room like a black arrow carrying a chill, his clenched fist never loosening its grip.

Kevin Garnett followed.

“We’ll never experience that feeling because our strategy is correct. Lynch might score 60 points in one night, but he can’t average 40 points per game.”
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LeBron James idly tapped the remote control, each flickering screen repeatedly mentioning the name that pierced his very bones.

"Lynch's single-game Finals score tonight has surpassed the total Finals points of many players' entire careers. Now, I can announce without hesitation that Lynch will eventually surpass Michael Jordan."

"This is the unspoken understanding between arch-rivals. LBJ just created his last 5-point miracle in the Eastern Conference Finals, and Lynch responded with 62 points. In this world, only LeBron James can deliver a performance as astonishing as Lynch's. What more can I say? Two unparalleled superstars!"

"It's hard to imagine who could defeat Lynch like that. Or rather, it's hard to imagine what kind of praise the guy who eventually defeats Lynch will receive."

All the TV stations and all the presenters were singing Lynch's praises for his miraculous 62-point performance.

This greatly frustrated LeBron James.

Who would be interested in a 62-point game if they were a serious basketball fan?

Can't you guys talk about something more substantial? Like, Phil Jackson and his soaking wet trousers.

That's what real fans care about!
Just then, there was a knock on the door of the hospital's VIP ward, interrupting his grumbling.

Rich Paul pushed open the door, his expression serious: "LeBron, Melo's here."

The next second, Carmelo Anthony walked into the ward.

Despite it being summer, Carmelo Anthony wore a fuzzy vest without a bra.

I don't know if it's for keeping warm or for keeping cool.

LeBron James forced a perfect business smile: "Nice clothes, very stylish."

In her heart, she was thinking, "All that smart and heroic stuff is just chicken feathers; it's all the losers' chicken feathers."

Carmelo Anthony casually sank into the sofa, and Rich Paul tactfully left the room.

Tonight, LeBron James specifically invited Carmelo Anthony over.

He believed they needed to have an open and honest conversation, a conversation that would determine the trajectory of both of their careers.

"How does it feel, bro?" Carmelo Anthony didn't respond to the question about his clothes.

"It's not bad, the doctor said I'm recovering very well. Although the concussion was severe, thankfully there was no skull damage."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Carmelo Anthony got straight to the point: "Did you watch tonight's game?"

"No, I'm not interested."

"That's a real shame, that was fucking insane! 62 points in a single game in the Finals, Lynch was relentlessly pushing his shots throughout the entire game. He successfully managed the shot attempts, single-handedly carrying more than half of the team's output."

Carmelo Anthony said, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes, "We have to find a way to beat him!"

LBJ habitually spread his hands: "That's why I came."

LeBron James has no intention of hiding his intentions any longer. Facing an opponent like Lynch, if he doesn't take the initiative, he will forever be subject to his dominance.

“Listen, Melo, I have no problem with your opinions from last season.”

Yes, we should unite as one and be of one mind.

But don't you think I'm capable of taking on greater responsibility?

I can score, I can organize, I can orchestrate counterattacks.

In last season's strategy, I was just a Jason Kidd-style dealer.

When I tried to take a little more action, Deron Williams immediately objected.

I struggled a lot, I was lost, because that's not my style of play.

If we want to win, I'd prefer to play the defense I'm familiar with.

Carmelo Anthony looked up, a smile spreading across his face: "You mean..."

His smile vanished abruptly: "After your humiliating 5-point performance, should I just hand over the core position of the team?"

The temperature in the ward plummeted to freezing, which was completely different from what LeBron James had anticipated.

He didn't expect Carmelo Anthony to be so direct.

“Yes,” Carmelo Anthony continued, “You can do more, you have more ability. But in Game 5, you were just going through the motions, you abandoned us! If you did this for the absolute core position, then LeBron, I can only say, I am quite disappointed in you!”

"Melo, you've misunderstood, G5, I..."

"Enough! Are you trying to say that you refused to shoot because you weren't in good form? That you deliberately committed those pointless fouls on Lynch because you were playing serious defense? Do you know what you're doing? You abandoned us when the team was on the verge of collapse!"

Do you think I'm stupid? In this situation, you'd agree to let me be a core member?
LeBron, we are friends, but that doesn't mean I can accept betrayal from a friend.

Listen, either next season you accept your current position, and we'll regroup and start afresh.

Either

Carmelo Anthony stood up, his gaze cold and ruthless.

Carmelo Anthony absolutely cannot tolerate a LeBron James with selfish motives on his team.

To defeat this legendary Knicks team and snatch the crown from Lynch's head, the Detroit Pistons need to become as solid as the Los Angeles Lakers.

And LBJ, he was simply the biggest crack in the iron plate.

"Either you go somewhere where you can lead a team to a championship and happily be the core player. Think it over, LeBron. I wish you a speedy recovery."

After finishing his speech, Carmelo Anthony left the ward immediately.

He had no pity for LBJ, because he deserved to be beaten.

He showed no pity for LBJ because he abandoned the team at a crucial moment.

Now, all he wants is an answer.

LeBron James froze on the sofa; Carmelo Anthony's attitude was completely different from what he had imagined.

What happened to the promise to voluntarily step down?

What happened to the promised successful rise to power?

What happened to our promise to ride horses freely from now on?

Rich Paul was amazed that the conversation ended so quickly.

There are only two possibilities for this situation.

Either the conversation went extremely smoothly.

Either both sides collapse faster than a mudslide.