soul ball god

Chapter 89 Anti-Classic Mission 【First Update】

Chapter 89 Anti-Classic Mission
Although the mission of the last kiss of death was just to reproduce a historical fact, it was enough to make Lin Fei excited enough to make him feel the madness of that era, the feeling of helping the team win the game at the last moment of the playoffs, especially those superstars. It's so good, so Lin Fei is looking forward to this classic reenactment mission.

While waiting anxiously, the long-awaited cold and familiar voice finally sounded: "Congratulations to the host for triggering the anti-classic mission!"

"An anti-classic mission?" Lin Fei was at a loss. How could a classic be an anti-classic?

However, the system soon gave its own explanation: "Anti-classic missions - to perform virtual imitation on the basis of historical classic missions and make corresponding modifications. The host needs to complete the anti-classic missions in the virtual imitation space, that is to say, the host needs to Let the original classic become a failure, and the host will act as a member of the original classic!"

Lin Fei fell to the ground, "This is okay too?" At this time, the system gave this task, which made Lin Fei want to cry again.

"Anti-classic mission - defeating the Bulls in Game 1998 of the 1000 Finals! Mission completion rewards 2000 experience points to trigger a random reward, mission failure deducts [-] experience points and triggers a random penalty system!"

"Classic Moments Revisited - 1998 Finals Game 45 Bulls Scottie Pippen Injured Bulls Jordan Scored 17 Points In A Game And Stealed At The Last Moment Karl Malone Dumped Byrona From [-] Feet In The Frontcourt Searle pulls up and jumps for the game-winning shot."

"Doesn't that mean that if Chief Qiao's harvest fails, then the classic moments of Chief Qiao will be gone?" Lin Fei really wanted to cry without tears, making the classic farewell of Chief Qiao a fake, even if it was only created by the virtual space. If others found out, Lin Fei also felt that he would be scolded to death. Just when Lin Fei was thinking about it, he had already found himself in the extremely noisy United Center field. As for who he was, Lin Fei didn't know yet. I only know that I am a member of the Jazz.But the only thing that is certain is that he is not as excited as a groupie when he saw these superstars for the first time.

"Now the score is 85:86. The Jazz lead the home team Bulls by one point. Without Scottie Pippen, the Bulls can only rely on Michael Jordan to score. Now the Jazz have the ball with only 13 seconds until the end of the game." Come on, the Bulls are ready to take the foul play!"

"Carl! Be careful behind you!" Lin Fei subconsciously reminded Jordan when he got behind Ma Long, but it was still half a beat too late.

"Michael, Michael, Michael's key steal, the Bulls got the last chance to attack, God returned to the Bulls again, I believe Michael will bring victory to the great Bulls and bring the sixth O'Brien Cup."

Lin Fei followed Jordan tightly. Although his heart was generally calm, he was still a little nervous when facing the No.1 Michael Jordan in basketball. He accelerated and ran in front of Jordan, "You must not let him score, even if you are the flying man!"

Lin Fei gritted his teeth and stood firm. He was only about 17 feet away from the basket. Soon the Jazz players also returned to defense. There were 8 seconds before the end of the game. Jordan dribbled the ball with a calm face and his eyes shot aggressively.

It's an indescribable feeling, but Lin Fei can feel the pressure brought by Jordan's powerful aura. He spread his arms to expand his defensive area, and fixed his eyes on Jordan's shoulders. At this moment, Lin Fei wished he could become an eighth Clawed octopus.

"Byron is keeping a close eye on Michael. He has become a laughing stock on the defensive end in this game. There is no doubt that he will still be blown up by Michael this time!" The on-site commentator of the United Center has full confidence in Jordan.

The basketball kept shaking, and suddenly the rhythm picked up. Lin Fei's eyes instantly enlarged! "coming!"

Although Lin Fei cheered up, just like the scene in history, he was shaken by Jordan and watched Jordan make a shot, and then hit!
Huge cheers filled Lin Fei's eardrums, and the shouts of the audience came like a tide and turned into ridicules.

"There is still a chance! Don't give up! Byron, you are a man!" Suddenly Lin Fei felt a heavy slap on the back.

Turning his head was Karl Malone, "Karl, I'm sorry!"

"Don't say I'm sorry, I was also intercepted by him. Now is not the time to say I'm sorry, there is only one second left! We still have a chance, and we can do many things in one second. They need to ask us if they want to win!"

"Yes, there is still one second! Why give up!" Stockton also walked up and put his hand on Lin Fei's shoulder and said.

Seeing Jazz Er Lao Lin Fei nodded heavily, "I won't give up!"

"One second? Do they want to perform a miracle? God only loves bulls! The Utah people should give up." The live commentator said mockingly.

"I won't give up, there is still one second!" Lin Fei muttered. At this time, he understood everything. According to history, Jordan's lore in this game was that the buzzer didn't leave a little time at all, but now the virtual one still has a little time left. Seconds and he also became the Byron Russell who became a laughing stock.

"Watch them! Watch them!" Zen Master and Jordan's voices echoed each other.

It was Qiao Dan who followed Lin Fei, and Lin Fei finally realized Jordan's trash talk. Every sentence went deep into Lin Fei's mind without stopping for a moment. Fortunately, Lin Fei was determined and only wanted to turn defeat into victory.

Seeing that the serve time is approaching five seconds, but the ball still has not been sent. What's more terrible is that the Jazz has no timeout.

Gritting his teeth and glaring at Jordan, Lin Fei used the player in front of him to block the referee's sight and pushed Jordan hard with his hands. With his weak strength, Lin Fei opened up a little space and immediately accelerated to the top of the arc in the space. .

"Carl!" Lin Fei yelled, Ma Long's eyes lit up and he threw the ball at Lin Fei. Jordan behind him had already chased him. Lin Fei didn't wait for the basketball to come, but went to the basketball. Everyone was surprised. Watching Lin Fei's actions.

Amid people's astonishment, Lin Fei caught the ball and turned around, just passing by Jordan who was rushing over.

"It's now!" The time on the timer has come to less than one second, and Lin Fei jumped up with confidence.

Bulls players, coaches and fans all looked at Lin Fei in the air in horror.

The boos of the United Center suddenly reached their peak, they were afraid of the ball in Lin Fei's hand.

"Throw it out!"

With the shouting in his heart, Lin Fei firmly pushed the ball out, and the basketball carried the gazes of tens of thousands of people and tremblingly flew towards the basket in the distance under the boos that could pierce human eardrums, getting closer and closer. coming closer!
When the red light is on in the sky, victory or defeat depends on whether you advance or not!

Until the familiar and crisp sound of scraping the net sounded, Lin Fei still kept his shooting posture and stood quietly at the three-point line!
The sound of the basketball bouncing off the floor echoed through every corner of the United Center.

"God loves me too!" Lin Fei walked to Jordan and said softly!

——The first update arrives, and a new game will start in the afternoon. Lin Fei will face the Big Three of the Celtics!Another climax|tide for tickets and collections!
(End of this chapter)