NBA: My template has no limit

At the end of the first quarter, the Bucks led by seven points, 19-26.

The atmosphere between the two sides was tense. If Xu Feng dared to drive into the three-point line, he would be double-teamed by several players.

But Xu Feng didn't care about any of that anymore. The more ruthless these people were, the more he wanted to teach them a lesson.

Xu Feng used Robinson's screen to make a reverse cut to the baseline, received the ball, and drove straight to the basket!

Having received instructions from his senior teammate Mourning before the game, Isaac would no longer back down; he took the initiative to steal the ball and try to block Xu Feng's shot.

Mourning sat on the sidelines, flicked his towel, and threw a powerful punch!

"Damn him, Isaac!"

The idea was great, but reality was harsh. Xu Feng's jumping ability is no joke!

Xu Feng jumped first, and Isaac jumped after him, but Xu Feng was above him! He shoved the ball into the basket over Isaac's big head!

Boom!

Seeing that things were going badly, Isaac became furious. He bent his arm and elbowed Xu Feng toward the back of the head. He had to get revenge!

Beep! The referee caught Isaac's action and called a flagrant foul!

Xu Feng felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and immediately exploded upon landing.

Damn it, you dare hit me? One foul isn't enough to cover the damages.

Holy crap!

Xu Feng unleashed a powerful left hook, striking Isaac squarely on the right cheek.

With one punch, Isaac felt everything go black before his eyes. His face was twisted to the side, and saliva mixed with blood gushed out!

That powerful punch knocked out at least three of Isaac's teeth!

Hardaway and Brown had been wanting to fight for a long time, but they didn't expect Xu Feng to attack Isaac first. They quickly ran over, wanting to retaliate with heavy blows.

However, Xu Feng was prepared.

The instant he finished hitting Isaac, he used his peripheral vision to observe the two men, immediately turned around, and swung his right elbow, striking Brown in the chest.

"puff!"

Brown was about to throw a punch when Xu Feng's elbow struck him in the chest, making him feel a tightness in his chest and almost unable to breathe. He staggered back three big steps.

Before Brown could recover, Xu Feng threw another punch!

Beep!

The referee was blowing his whistle loudly, but it had no effect. Instead, it became a mood-boosting activity, igniting the passion of the crowd and enhancing the atmosphere of the octagon.

Tim Hardaway was about to sneak in a follow-up punch when a figure suddenly appeared from beyond the three-point line, delivering a flying kick – it was Sherman Douglas.

Sherman kicked Hardaway like a cannonball. Damn it, he kept trash-talking him and stealing the ball from him. Sherman had already had enough!

"Fuck you, Tim, if you've got the guts, get up and yell again!"

The court was in chaos. Xu Feng was holding down two opponents, Newman and Tim were going one-on-one, Vin Baker stood up to block them, Robinson was itching to make a move, and Sherman was waiting for his chance.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Mom, why was that man able to take on two people at once?"

"Chinese Kung Fu, Awooooo!"

When the audience saw that their own Xu Feng had the upper hand, they had no more scruples. Their love of watching the excitement took over, and they wanted to see bloodshed!

Fans not only cheered for Xu Feng, but also threw trash onto the court and attacked Heat players.

"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! Xu Feng, stop hitting him! That's a head, not a ball!"

Chris Ford stood on the sidelines with his arms crossed and shouted.

That's an utterly unconvincing action.

Before Brown was punched, Chris had already approached the referee and explained on broadcast:

"Look closely, the whole thing started with the other party maliciously elbowing him first, followed by multiple people surrounding and closing in. Xu Feng acted instinctively in self-defense, not by deliberately provoking a fight!"

He wanted to set the tone for Xu Feng's fight beforehand so that the league could reduce his punishment later.

Pat Riley, that cunning old man, would normally, if he were the one gaining the upper hand in a fight, would definitely shout at the crowd with a smile in his eyes:

"If you've got the guts, take them down! Only cowards hide!"

"If they were men, we'd beat them so badly they couldn't lift their heads!"

But now, the situation on the court is not developing in their favor. Isaac has been knocked to the ground, and Brown is not much better off. Xu Feng is like a god of war!

On the bench, Mourning stood up, leaning on his crutches, eager to try.

"Sit down, Alonzo. Do you know what the consequences are for a substitute going up to fight?"

"Look at Xu Feng, look what he did to Isaac!"

"I said sit down! Haven't you caused enough trouble already?!"

After giving Mourning his final command, Riley yelled at the referee:

"Are you blind?! This is a foul fight and you're not doing anything about it?! Get him out of here right now!"

There was no time to deal with him. The entire referee team mobilized, with one blocking Xu Feng's way and another grabbing his arm, forcibly dragging him away.

Sherman received the same treatment.

They didn't need to worry about anyone from the Heat coming up to ambush Xu Feng, because two of the three people fighting were already lying on the ground!

The only one standing, PJ Brown, had a swollen face covered in a mix of green, blue, and purple hues, making him look like a color palette.

As for Xu Feng, he only took a punch to the face, but he had a shocking scratch on his arm, from which blood was flowing.

"Don't pull me, I can walk by myself!"

Xu Feng broke free from the referee's pull and walked into the players' tunnel.

Fans on both sides erupted in enthusiastic applause, cheers, and whistles.

"Well done, Xu Feng!"

"Kill these spineless bastards!"

"Cleaning up Nice on an empty stomach is awesome!"

After the chaos on the court was quelled, the referee immediately issued a personal foul and a technical foul to each of the five people involved in the fight, and ejected them from the court.

Xu Feng and his two teammates traded away three key Heat players, a win-win situation that completely shifted the momentum in the Bucks' favor.

The Heat's remaining reserves were no match for the combination of Robinson and Vin Baker, and were easily defeated.

The game ended with the Bucks defeating the Heat 84-106 at home.

Regarding the post-game investigation, the Bucks will definitely try their best to protect Xu Feng.

In post-match interviews, General Manager Dunleavy and Head Coach Chris Ford gave the same story, insisting that it was three opponents against one person, and that Xu Feng only threw a punch to defend himself.

When the Bucks later submitted the videotapes, they only submitted the clips showing Isaac elbowing Xu Feng and PJ Brown and Tim Hardaway approaching Xu Feng.

He also casually submitted a clip of Wojnarowski scratching Xu Feng, accusing the Heat of benefiting from the referee's call, and claiming that one person had not been punished.

What? You're saying Isaac and Hardaway are lying on the ground?

The Bucks don't know! Maybe it's low blood sugar.

Putting aside the facts, couldn't they have slipped and fallen because of their sweat?

After the match, the large-scale brawl that occurred during the game made headlines in major media outlets.

The largest brawl of the season erupted at Bradley Center; the league has initiated post-game accountability procedures.

USA Today

Chaos erupts after malicious elbow strike; rookie holds his own against two opponents.

—The New York Times

Two days later, the league delivered its post-game ruling.

Isaac Austin was suspended for four games, fined $35000, and given a Flagrant Foul 4 for elbowing and fighting.

PJ Brown, Tim Hardaway, Sherman Douglas, and Xu Feng were all suspended for two games and fined $15000 each for fighting.

Xu Feng fought two opponents, but in the end, he received the same treatment as the person who was attacked, with the team even paying the fine. This was the best possible outcome.

He can also take the opportunity to rest for two days.

The latest issue of Sports Illustrated is even more outrageous, using the fight scene as its cover, especially the punch Xu Feng landed on Isaac that left him stunned.

This is slander! How can he possibly portray himself as a victim?!

After the game on the 29th, the Bucks have a five-day break, plus two more games, so Xu Feng will have a full week to rest!

Xu Feng was having breakfast in his small villa, flipping through reports of the match with great interest, when the landline phone on the table suddenly rang. He thought it was a spam call and hung up casually.

After about ten minutes of silence, the phone rang again.

"Who is it? They don't buy insurance, don't apply for credit cards, and don't travel..."

"Hey, Xu Feng! You've forgotten already! I'm Charlize Theron, not a salesperson!"

"Oh, sorry, sorry. I haven't forgotten, I was just talking to the salesman outside the window."

Hearing the other party's somewhat dissatisfied tone, Xu Feng quickly made up an excuse to brush it off.

"I saw the news report. What happened? You got into a fight? Are you alright?" Theron asked with concern.

"Ahem, it's nothing. They attacked first, I was just retaliating."

Theron's voice suddenly rose, and her excitement could be heard even through the phone.

"That's good. You looked really cool beating them, just like a man! You get some rest, I'll go watch the match live in a couple of days when I have time!"

"Okay, welcome."