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With five minutes left in the fourth quarter, the score stood at 99-92, with the Heavenly Kings Team in the lead.
But what no one realized was that the most dangerous aspect of this game was not the widening score, but rather the shifting momentum.
At the heart of this transformation was Kyrie Irving, the Soul Monk in Super Mode.
He wasn’t just playing basketball; it was as if he were performing a prophetic dance. The ball in his hands was not merely a tool; it was a spell, an aura, a conduit connecting heaven and earth.
On the first offensive play, he advanced with the ball. Giannis Antetokounmpo moved to defend, while KD attempted to interfere, but Kyrie didn’t even glance at them—his focus was solely on the space around him.
With a snap! He executed a bounce pass, and Wembanyama cut through for a slam dunk!
99-94.
On the next play, he drove into the lane, facing a double team. He didn’t pass or rush; instead, he suddenly delivered a behind-the-back pass—
LeBron cut in for a layup!
99-96.
—
On the sidelines, Poole sat on the bench with his mouth agape as if witnessing a UFO landing, murmuring, “He’s reached guru level now… This isn’t just a player; this is a priest speaking in star language…”
Mother Zhang was laughing so hard that tears welled up in her eyes: “The God has returned.”
—
But what was even more terrifying was that Kyrie had no intention of playing solo.
On the next play, he drew the entire defense before passing to Tatum. Tatum dribbled between his legs and launched a three-pointer!
Swish!
The score was now 99-99, tying the game!
The Heavenly Kings Team was completely shaken.
—
And at that moment, Curry awakened.
In the first half of the fourth quarter, the Three-Point God had been quiet, but suddenly awakened by Kyrie's rhythm, reclaiming his brilliance.
Kyrie delivered a no-look pass to him, and Curry immediately pulled up—
Three points scored!
On the next play, after a pick-and-roll with Tatum and Wembanyama, he passed it back to Curry—
Another three-pointer!
105:99, the Trick Team unleashed a 13-0 surge, taking the lead!
—
Jay Chou was dancing wildly on the sidelines: "This is what they call the legendary turnaround chorus! The chorus has changed key!!"
In the stands, a little girl was so excited that tears streamed down her face: "They were down by seven just now... how did they turn into gods?"
—
On the other side, the Heavenly Kings Team could not find their rhythm at all.
Luka Doncic's drive was blocked by Wembanyama, Harden's step-back was tightly guarded by Tatum, and KD's shot was completely contested by LeBron.
Even Jokic, the pivot of this court, was forced to shoot early, resulting in a rare turnover.
Kyrie stole the ball, pushed forward, maneuvered past three defenders, and scored with a low pull-up layup!
107:99!
—
On the sidelines, Tom Thibodeau nodded vigorously: "This is the 48-minute mode I want."
Poole looked bewildered: "This... is no longer a game... this is Trick Team entering a supernatural state!"
Curry glanced at Kyrie; they exchanged a nod and a smile. This game was no longer about survival; it was about "seeing who could light up the sky."
—
Score: 107:99, the Trick Team surged ahead by eight points, completing an incredible comeback in just three minutes.
The entire Oracle Arena was in shock.
The momentum of the Heavenly Kings Team suddenly plummeted, and the bench fell into a low tide. Jay Chou nervously gripped his Nunchaku, his gaze drifting towards that familiar figure on the sidelines.
107 to 99, the Trick Team had surged ahead by 8 points.
The rhythm of the game was full of twists and turns, but this divine connection led by Super Kyrie had completely ensnared the Heavenly Kings Team in a fog. Every player on the Trick Team moved as if scripted, and each shot seemed destined to succeed.
Jokic's calmness was shattered, Luka Doncic began to frown deeply, and both Bill and KD fell into silence. Harden, as usual, wore his classic expression of "I'm not tired; I just don't want to run," but in reality, his eyes betrayed his exhaustion.
The surrounding audience began to shift their support towards the Trick Team, and the energy in the arena was gradually being transformed.
At that moment, Jay Chou stood up and raised his hand to call for a timeout.
As the referee's whistle blew, all members of the Heavenly Kings Team walked off the court, their expressions still dazed, like knights emerging from a surreal dream.
Harden draped an ice towel over his head and plopped down, saying, "Damn it... that guy isn't Kyrie; he's like the Spirit Master reincarnated from Black Mamba..."
KD whispered, "We need to adjust, but I don't even know how to break that rhythm. It's like he’s not running plays; he’s casting spells."
Luka Doncic shook his head. "When I was guarding him just now, I even felt an urge to spin around with him."
Jay Chou said nothing. He picked up the microphone, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
Then he sang.
🎵 "The plain clay outlines the blue-and-white porcelain with strokes thick and thin~~"
🎵 "The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup~~"
The entire Heavenly Kings Team was stunned; Harden opened his eyes wide. "…bro, are you singing Qinghua Porcelain right now?"
Jay Chou didn’t explain or care whether it boosted morale; he just sang—deeply and delicately—like he was trying to reclaim the fragments of the King’s soul on this battlefield drowned in schemes.
🎵 "The sky blue waits for misty rain while I wait for you~~"
After finishing that song, he switched tracks.
This time, it was Golden Armor.
That song, which hardly anyone remembered in its entirety, suddenly echoed at this crucial moment.
🎵 "Who can hold onto whose soul tightly without letting go~~"
Harden couldn’t hold back any longer and directly quipped, "Wait a minute, isn’t this the theme song from that movie? That movie was terrible! Zhang Yimou must have wanted to make it for costume manufacturers! The plot was even more lost than Poole!"
Luka Doncic couldn't help but laugh, while KD shook his head and said, "Bro, focus."
Harden shrugged, "I'm focused, man. I just feel like the atmosphere right now—why not just let Jay Chou take the stage? He's really into it."
After finishing his song, Jay Chou opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke in the tone of someone who had just sung a love ballad:
"We don't need rhythmic dialogue; we just need to catch the ball with our souls."
The whole team fell silent.
But for some reason, the air on the court felt a little lighter.
It was like the fine rain under Qinghua Porcelain, giving this group of gods a moment to breathe.
Jokic looked down at his hands and softly said, "Alright, I've gathered my energy. It's time to flip the script."
Harden stood up and shook his shoulders. "Let's go. The main character is back. The magician has sung enough; it's time to bring the rhythm back."
Jay Chou smiled, handed the microphone back, and softly said, "Let's get back to our playlist."
In the fourth quarter, with two and a half minutes left on the clock.
107:99, Trick Team led Heavenly Kings Team by 8 points.
At this moment, the whole world held its breath.
This was not just an ordinary score difference; it was the dividing line between glory and collapse.
The air on the court was as thick as cement; every drop of sweat, every breath, every shout was a battle for survival.
—
The first wave of offense came from Heavenly Kings Team.
Harden held the ball, his eyes locked on Kyrie, who was defending him.
Neither spoke; only the sound of their footsteps echoed on the floor like a prelude to some mysterious incantation.
Suddenly, Harden made a series of quick retreats and launched a three-pointer!
Swish—!
107:102!
Jay Chou shouted, "The Husky is awake! That step-back move is so familiar, it’s like a glitch from NBA 2K23!"
Poole jumped up from the bench, "He's back! If that step-back had a patent, the whole league would be sued for walking!"
—
The Trick Team launched a counterattack. Kyrie dribbled and suddenly executed a crossover to drive in, drawing three defenders. He remained calm, leaning back as he flicked the ball behind his back—
Tatum caught the pass and launched a three-pointer from beyond the arc!
Bang—he missed!
The rebound was grabbed by Giannis Antetokounmpo, who passed it to Harden.
—
Another wave came as Harden handed off to Luka Doncic. Luka dribbled left and right, spinning to create space, then made a no-look pass that went through KD's legs—
Bill caught the ball and went for the layup!
107:104!
The crowd went wild!
"The Heavenly Kings Team is back!! The game isn't over yet!!"
—
The Trick Team was on offense again. This time Kyrie didn’t take it himself; he passed to Tatum, who drove in to attract Bill. The ball was passed out—
Curry in the corner for a three-pointer—he shot!
Swish!
110:104!
Poole was devastated, "How did this guy suddenly regain his energy! Did he secretly drink an Energy Drink just now?!"
—
The Heavenly Kings Team retaliated with a wave of their own. Luka Doncic brought the ball up from the backcourt, scanning for three seconds before signaling for Jokic to set a screen.
Luka circled around the screen and tossed the ball into the air—
Jokic received the ball! He took a high jumper!
It went in!
110:106! Only 1 minute and 38 seconds left!
—
Kyrie brought the ball past half court again. This time, the Heavenly Kings Team opted for a double team, but Kyrie's rhythm remained unshaken.
Without looking to pass, the ball flew directly into LeBron's hands. LeBron drove hard, powering through Luka Doncic for the layup!
112:106!
—
With 1 minute and 12 seconds remaining.
The Heavenly Kings Team launched another attack. Bill held the ball, drawing defenders, and passed it to Harden. Harden faked out Tatum—
He stepped back for a three-pointer and released!
Swish!
112:109!
Jay Chou shouted, "That shot! That shot! I've seen Harden step back three thousand times in my life, but this one gets a perfect score from me!"
—
With fifty-seven seconds left, the Trick Team was on offense.
Kyrie slowed down the pace, letting the clock run down. He stood beyond the three-point line, facing Harden's defense.
The arena fell silent, only the sound of his dribbling echoed—thump, thump, thump against the floor.
He smiled and said, "Do you remember how I dunked at your place?"
Harden replied, "I also remember the sound of me stepping back over you twice."
Then—Kyrie charged!
Continuous shaking, pulling apart, tearing through the defense—
Charging into the Restricted Area, leaping, switching hands for a Pull-Up—it's in!
114: 109!
—
The Heavenly Kings Team makes one last effort.
Luka Doncic brings the ball past half court!
Only 31 seconds left.
He accelerates directly, slipping past two defenders, and passes to KD. KD takes a jump shot from the right side—
Bang! It hits the rim!
The rebound is snatched by Giannis Antetokounmpo, who powers up—put back!
114: 111!
—
Only 19 seconds left!
The Trick Team leads by 3 points as the clock ticks down, and the ball is in Kyrie's hands.
Harden, Luka Doncic, and Bill all try to foul him, but Kyrie dodges like a madman!
The whole court feels like he’s dancing alone as time slips away.
15 seconds, 13 seconds, 10 seconds…
Kyrie is forced to the corner, spins around, steps back, three-pointer—
Swish!!
117: 111!
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