NBA: Northeast China's spectacular dunks sweep the entire league.

Chapter 46: Game 3, a Godlike Performance! 42 Points with an Injury, a Last-Minute Game-Winning Shot

The dome of Oracle Arena was scorching hot from the bright yellow lights.

An hour before the game, the arena was already packed. 1000 suonas bearing the Warriors logo were neatly arranged in the first row of the stands, and red cans of peaches formed a sea of ​​red under the lights. On the sidelines, Lin Hao gritted his teeth as the team doctor wrapped his ankle in a thick, elastic bandage, making his left ankle look like a rice dumpling. Every press caused cold sweat to pour down his forehead.

"Lin, you really can't play." The team doctor tightened the last bandage, his voice full of pleading. "If you force yourself to play with a Grade 1 sprain, it could easily turn into a tear and ruin your career."

Lin Hao didn't speak, but simply unscrewed a can of yellow peaches, gulped down a large mouthful of the syrup, and stuffed the peach flesh into his mouth. The sweet juice slid down his throat, suppressing the stinging pain in his ankle. He looked up at the sidelines, where Zhang Qingying was holding up a sign that read "Lin Hao, keep going!", her eyes filled with worry; in the stands, the children from the Spark Youth Training Camp were holding up small suonas and shouting his name at the top of their lungs.

"It can't be destroyed." Lin Hao threw the empty can into the trash can, picked up the number 6 jersey from the ground and put it on. His Northeastern accent carried an undeniable tenacity. "We Northeasterners don't have the right to desert in the face of battle. I have to fight this crucial game."

The moment the whistle blew for the jump ball, the cheers from the entire stadium almost lifted the roof off.

The Spurs immediately targeted Lin Hao's ankle. Bowen clung to him like glue, deliberately kneeing his injured leg with every contact and intentionally stepping on his left foot with every landing. In the first eight minutes, Lin Hao only took two shots, scoring two points, and his movement was noticeably slower than usual. The Spurs capitalized, with Duncan dominating the paint and Parker scoring on consecutive drives. At the end of the first quarter, the Warriors trailed 18-28 by 10 points.

During a timeout, Bowen deliberately bumped into Lin Hao as he passed the Warriors' bench, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "A cripple should sit on the bench, not embarrass himself on the court."

Lin Hao ignored him, simply squatting on the ground, applying an ice pack to his ankle, his fingers flying across the tactical board. His teammates surrounded him, their eyes red with anger. Richardson slammed his fist on a chair: "Canned Food Bro, don't worry, we'll set screens for you. Anyone who dares touch you, I'll knock them flying first!"

"Yeah! Let's take down those sons of bitches!" Dampier clenched his fist. "Leave the inside game to me, you just shoot!"

Lin Hao looked up at his teammates, whose eyes were filled with anger, and smiled: "Don't be impulsive. Bowen wants to force me to drive hard, but I won't. In the second quarter, I'll play off-ball. You guys set screens for me, I'll run around the three-point line, and pass to me when there's an open shot."

He knows his physical condition all too well. His ankle injury prevents him from breaking through at full speed like before, so he changes his playing style—using off-ball movement and rhythmic shooting, and playing with his brain.

At the start of the second quarter, Lin Hao seemed like a completely different player. He stopped dribbling and attacking one-on-one, and instead constantly cut and moved around the three-point line, using his teammates' screens to create open looks. Bowen was out of breath after just two possessions following him, unable to keep up with his pace at all.

With the first open shot, Richardson delivered the ball precisely, and Lin Hao caught it and shot, the three-pointer swishing through the net.

In the second possession, he used Dampier's screen to suddenly cut inside, received the pass, faked out Duncan who was helping him out, and then made a mid-range shot.

In the third possession, he circled out from the corner, facing Bowen's block, leaned back slightly, and hit another three-pointer!

In the single quarter, Lin Hao scored a whopping 23 points, shooting 8-for-9 from the field, 3-for-4 from three-point range, and 4-for-4 from the free-throw line! Every shot he took was as precise as a scalpel, and every move he made exploited the weaknesses in the Spurs' defense. Even when his left foot was in excruciating pain upon landing, he simply gritted his teeth, turned around, and threw himself back into defense.

At halftime, the Warriors led 52-47 by 5 points. Oracle Arena erupted, with fans holding suonas and cans of yellow peaches, chanting Lin Hao's name, their voices shaking the floor.

In the third quarter, the Spurs adjusted their defense, starting to double-team Lin Hao. However, Lin Hao switched back to playmaking mode, repeatedly finding open teammates with precise passes, assisting Richardson and Murphy for consecutive scores. The two teams traded baskets, the score fluctuating, with the difference never exceeding 3 points.

With one minute left in the fourth quarter, Duncan scored a layup, giving the Spurs a 96-93 lead.

The entire room fell silent instantly, and everyone's heart was in their throat.

Lin Hao dribbled the ball across half-court, and facing Bowen's close defense, he suddenly accelerated, faked out half a body length, and pulled up for a three-pointer over Duncan who was helping to defend!

"Whoosh!"

Hollow netting! 96 square meters!

Before the cheers from the crowd had even subsided, the Spurs quickly inbounded the ball, and Parker drove to the basket, scoring a layup over the defense. 98-96, the Spurs took the lead again by 2 points, with only 3 seconds left in the game!

The Warriors called a timeout.

On the bench, everyone was panting heavily, sweat streaming down their faces. Lin Hao's left ankle was swollen badly. He gritted his teeth, pressed an ice pack hard against it, and looked up at his teammates: "For the last attack, Dan will set a screen for me in the backcourt. I'll receive the ball from the baseline, and everyone else, spread out and clear one side."

"Canned food guy, are you sure you can handle this?" Richardson asked, his voice trembling as he looked at his swollen ankle.

"Okay." Lin Hao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "I mean what I say."

The timeout is over, and the game has resumed.

The whistle blew, and Dampier set a solid screen for Lin Hao, keeping Bowen firmly behind him. Using the screen, Lin Hao charged from the baseline to the backcourt and caught the ball served by his teammate.

At this moment, only 1.8 seconds remained in the game!

Duncan and Bowen pounced on him like madmen, jumping up at the same time, their four large hands blocking all of Lin Hao's attack space.

The entire audience stood up and held their breath.

Lin Hao hovered in the air at his limit, exerted his strength in his waist and abdomen, and leaned back at an exaggerated angle to avoid the two blocks. He put the last of his strength into his wrist, flicked the ball with his fingertips, and sent it flying towards the basket with a spin.

The basketball was in the air when the final whistle blew and the red light on the backboard lit up!

"Whoosh!"

Hollow into the network!

Lore!

102-99!

The Warriors won! They take a 2-1 lead and have match point!

Oracle Arena went wild!

A thousand suonas sounded simultaneously, the melody of "Ode to the Motherland" resounding throughout the arena. More than 1000 fans stood up, their shouts of "MVP" deafening. His teammates rushed to the center of the court like madmen, surrounding Lin Hao and pouring cans of peaches over his head. The peaches and syrup dripped down his hair, mingling with his sweat, becoming the most dazzling sight in Oracle Arena.

Lin Hao, pinned beneath his teammates, looked at the blazing lights above him and listened to the deafening suona horns in his ears, and couldn't help but smile.

[Ding! The "Black Eight Comeback" stage mission is complete!]

[Rewards: Physical durability permanently increased by 30%, [Big Heart] skill upgraded, shooting stability permanently increased by 40% in crucial moments!]

[Hidden achievement "Ascension to Godhood While Wounded" unlocked, significantly boosting global reputation!]

Zhang Qingying, standing on the sidelines, covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, her phone trembling as she captured this historic moment. On domestic live streaming platforms, the chat was flooded with white comments, countless fans shouting excitedly in front of their screens. The hashtag #LinHaoPlaysAgainstInjuryAndShotsTheSpurs# instantly topped the global trending charts.

On the Spurs' bench, Popovich's face was ashen, his grip on the clipboard creaking. Duncan stood on the sidelines, watching Lin Hao surrounded by his teammates, his eyes full of admiration.

In the player tunnel after the game, Popovich called out to Lin Hao, who was about to return to the locker room. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said, "You are the most motivated player I have ever seen. In Game 4, we will give it our all."

Lin Hao wiped the sugar water off his face and grinned, "I'm always ready."

Watching Lin Hao limp away, Popovich turned to his assistant coach and said, word by word, "Hold a meeting tonight to adjust all tactics. We must win Game 4."

An even more brutal final battle is about to begin.