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The pause ended, and the third quarter reached its midpoint, plunging the game back into a frenzied state.
The Trick Team knew that LeBron had unleashed the rhythm core of the Heavenly Kings Team, and they could no longer allow the game to continue on the Kings' tempo.
Mother Zhang issued a command: "Attack aggressively. Completely shatter their will!"
As soon as Curry stepped onto the court, he was ablaze with intensity. He executed two consecutive step-back three-pointers; although the second one clanged off the rim, Tatum surged in to grab the offensive rebound, spun around, and scored with a hook shot!
The Trick Team took the lead again at 73-71!
Then came another counterattack. Tatum received the ball in the right corner, his footwork sharp and decisive. With a quick crossover, he shook off Bill and launched a three-pointer!
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze—
Bang! It hit the rim!
Just as Tatum landed, a strange figure suddenly slid forward on the court—
It was Giannis Antetokounmpo.
His foot had just barely tapped the ground where Tatum landed.
Tatum lost his balance completely and fell to the floor with a loud thud, clutching his knees and screaming, "Ahhhhh—!"
The audience fell silent for a second, then—
Boo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
An epic wave of boos erupted throughout Oracle Arena.
The crowd erupted like a volcano; some began throwing popcorn while others held up signs that read: "NOT IN OUR HOUSE, GREEK DIRT!"
The camera zoomed in on Giannis Antetokounmpo's face as he spread his arms wide, looking innocent as he shouted:
"I didn't do anything! I was just moving to defend! Don’t twist my words!"
The referee was momentarily overwhelmed by the deafening roar, preparing to call for a technical review.
At that moment—
From the left side of the stands, a supernatural roar erupted.
"This is not a foul! This is a trial! This is what a real man's game looks like!!!"
The camera quickly panned to a man in the fifth row of the audience, wearing a Bucks jersey with the number 15. His arms were as muscular as divine instruments of punishment, and his eyes burned with the fire of competition—
Thanasis Antetokounmpo, the true embodiment of strength, had arrived.
The real soul of the Bucks, the big brother among big brothers, the ultimate representation of brotherhood.
He stood in the stands, waving a towel and shouting:
"This is what a game is! This is how we Greek Monsters do it! So what if we hit the ground? Do you want to see dancing or basketball?!"
Poole, watching from the sidelines, was stunned and muttered, "Is this guy here to watch the game or is he ready to jump in and perform in '300'?"
Ultimately, the referee decided to call a flagrant foul on Giannis Antetokounmpo. Tatum prepared to step up to the free-throw line, but—
He suddenly sat up from the floor, patted his knees, and stood up with a smile on his face.
The audience: "???"
The referee: "???"
Mother Zhang: "???"
Tatum raised his right hand towards the referee and said, "I can take the free throw."
Then he jumped twice, squatted into a horse stance, and added, "It's nothing. Just Wednesday's warm-up."
The entire arena was in shock as an ESPN commentator exclaimed:
"Truly, Tatum is the league's strongest indestructible player! His knees must be made of earthquake-resistant reinforced concrete!"
"He just got kicked like a soccer ball, and now he’s jumping higher than anyone else as if he just came out of a hot spring!"
Poole couldn't help but shout, "I just tripped and got laughed at, but he can dance after being stepped on! What kind of double standard is this?"
Tatum stepped up to the free-throw line. First shot—swish!
Second shot—also in!
The score was now 75:71! The Trick Team had regained their momentum.
As they transitioned back on defense, Tatum glanced at Giannis Antetokounmpo and smiled slightly:
"Is that move called the Greek God Step? Mine is the Boston Knee Shield."
Jay Chou, on the sidelines with his Nunchaku, gritted his teeth: "This game is really turning into a mythic psychological battle."
As the third quarter drew to a close, the intensity on the court had already reached a boiling point.
The Trick Team, thanks to Giannis Antetokounmpo's controversial Greek God Step, successfully disrupted the rhythm of the Heavenly Kings Team. Meanwhile, Tatum's clutch free throws landed like thunder, shaking the morale of the Heavenly Kings Team.
Then Curry hit a crazy three-pointer, Poole cut through for a layup, and LeBron turned and hit another jumper!
The score soared to 82:73, with the Trick Team leading by nine points!
Jay Chou gripped his Nunchaku tightly, his face filled with anxiety. Bill furrowed his brow, while Luka Doncic began to gasp for breath. Even KD was tightly guarded by Tatum, limiting his shots.
But amidst this storm, one person slowly stood up.
James Harden, the Beard, the Rhythm King, the League's Strongest Step Back Ambassador.
He looked down at the timer on the sidelines—only one minute left in the third quarter.
His gaze shifted from game player mode to—console reboot mode.
"Enough."
He murmured to himself as he walked to the free throw line, extending his left hand to signal Bill, KD, and Giannis Antetokounmpo. His voice was low, yet it pierced through the entire arena:
"Spread out. This time, I’ll handle it."
The attention of the crowd instantly focused, that familiar feeling... had arrived.
This was not an ordinary offense.
This was—Harden Time.
Poole wore a look of panic mixed with recognition, thinking, "Wait, I know this one," but before he could find help for defense, Harden had already dribbled past half court.
He used his signature rhythmic dribble, swaying slowly to make Poole’s center of gravity shift left and right, once, twice... then—
A step back and a three-pointer released.
The ball sliced through the air with a cold and ruthless arc—
Swish.
The crowd erupted: "Bang!"
82:76.
Poole's face turned pale: "Not this move again!? How does he keep using this every single time? Ahhh!"
The next wave of the Trick Team's offense began as Tatum received the ball and took a shot—only to miss.
The rebound was snatched by KD, who passed it to Harden.
Harden remained calm, maintaining his pace and rhythm—
Once again, he stepped back!
Poole attempted to rush in but was a moment too late—
Swish! Another basket!
82:79!
The crowd erupted into a frenzy, chanting, "Harden! Harden!"
Jay Chou leaped to his feet, his nunchaku spinning wildly as he shouted like a DJ, "This is the right rhythm!"
Wiping sweat from his brow, Poole yelled, "This guy doesn't even have a cooldown time on the court! Can he keep doing that?!"
With just seventeen seconds left in the third quarter, the Trick Team had one more chance to score.
Curry held the ball while Tatum and LeBron spread out to create space.
But just as he prepared to drive in—
Harden suddenly appeared, stealthily stealing the ball from the side!
He slapped the ball away, caught it himself, and launched a fast break!
The entire audience stood up!
Poole hurried back on defense as Harden dribbled twice before stopping just outside the three-point line—taking a step back—
The audience exclaimed, "Is this for real!? Here we go again!?"
Poole shouted, "Stop it, you crazy retreating man!"
Harden pulled up—he took the shot!
Bang!—It went in off the backboard!
The crowd went wild!
82:82!
Harden scored 9 points in just one minute, pulling the score back from the depths of despair to the heights of glory!
The Trick Team hurried to inbound the ball, but there was no time left.
The third quarter ended with the score tied at 82:82.
Harden stood at midcourt, his chest heaving, making a "too small" gesture towards Poole.
Fuming, Poole jumped up and down, "Are you done yet?!"
Jay Chou shouted, "Now that's our chorus!"
Mother Zhang's face darkened as she muttered, "Damn... they're starting to sing better than us."
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