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The Spurs' attack.

The lights in the arena were dazzling, causing the visiting Nuggets players to feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Ginobili gestured to Aldridge, preparing to set up a pick-and-roll play.

In the stands, the fans were already unable to contain their excitement, their eyes closely following the players' every move, rhythmically waving their glow sticks, and shouting slogans to "beat the Nuggets" loudly.

Ginobili and Aldridge's cooperation was very tacit.

After the pick-and-roll, Ginobili moved like a nimble elf, skillfully dribbling horizontally.

He suspended the ball on the right side, instantly attracting Grant's defensive attention.

Immediately, Ginobili unhesitatingly flicked his wrist to pass the ball.

The basketball skimmed the ground accurately to Aldridge's hands.

At this time, Aldridge was facing a switch from Harris.

He powered through with his legs, his entire body moving like a heavy tank just starting its move.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Harris quickly adjusted his steps, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground, firmly resisting the attack, trying to block Aldridge's offense.

He clenched his teeth, muscles tensed, each muscle trying with all its might to stop the opponent.

"Bang!" The two bodies clashed continuously, producing a dull yet loud sound, like a heavy hammer.

"Smack!" In the intense confrontation, Harris seized the opportunity to attempt a steal, trying to disrupt the attack.

But Aldridge saw through Harris's intentions, decisively gathered the ball and aimed at the basket.

"Beep beep!!"

The referee blew the whistle decisively, extending his arm toward the free-throw line, waving two fingers to indicate a foul by Harris, granting Aldridge the opportunity to step to the free-throw line.

The on-site cheers erupted like a volcano.

The fans stood up, screaming and shouting.

The fans kept their eyes glued to the free-throw line, hoping Aldridge could make the free throws steadily.

Harris held his head in his hands, his face full of helplessness.

Subsequently, he walked over to the referee, gesturing his previous actions while indicating that he did not foul, muttering continuously, but the referee upheld the original decision, ignoring his appeal.

Aldridge stood at the free-throw line, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

Slightly bending his knees, he adjusted his stance.

The first free throw missed the mark.

The basketball hit the rim, bouncing high, then veering off.

Aldridge then prepared again.

He readjusted his breathing, his legs slightly bent, his eyes still determined.

The second free throw went in smoothly.

The score moved to 40 to 44.

The Nuggets' possession.

Zeng Xingyang quickly brought the ball to the frontcourt.

The arena was filled with boos, but Zeng Xingyang calmly observed the situation on the court.

Leonard swiftly approached to tightly guard him.

Leonard's eyes were fixed on the ball in Zeng Xingyang's hands, moving his feet constantly, his defense an impenetrable barrier, attempting to limit Zeng Xingyang's attack.

But Galinarli came in for a timely screen, accurately blocking Leonard.

The screening Galinarli quickly sidestepped away, opening up space.

With an excellent shooting threat, Galinarli forced Leonard to switch.

This left only Ginobili in front of Zeng Xingyang.

In terms of both height and weight, Ginobili was at an absolute disadvantage compared to Zeng Xingyang.

Zeng Xingyang going one-on-one with him was as easy as taking advantage of a mismatch.

Ginobili stayed close to Zeng Xingyang, continuously waving his left hand, attempting to steal and disrupt.

He was trying to declare to Zeng Xingyang that he wouldn't give an inch of shooting space.

Zeng Xingyang feigned a move, pretending to draw a foul, watching Ginobili's reaction.

Ginobili quickly withdrew his hand, a vigilant expression on his face, his eyes glued to Zeng Xingyang, afraid to miss any of his movements.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Zeng Xingyang didn't go for the foul but instead performed a low-handed crossover dribble.

His dribbling rhythm was changeable, the basketball seeming alive in his hands, pulsing with his rhythm.

Zeng Xingyang used his fingers to skillfully maneuver the ball, shifting directions left and right with precision at each dribble. Ginobili swayed to Zeng Xingyang's rhythm, trying to keep up with his pace.

His feet moved quickly, his eyes never daring to leave the ball in Zeng Xingyang's hands for a second.

Yet, Zeng Xingyang seized an opening, suddenly bursting forward on the right.

His speed was extreme, like an arrow from the bow, leaving Ginobili behind as he couldn't keep up.

At this time, Aldridge came to help defend.

Zeng Xingyang faced the help defense, leaping high, arms extending in the air, and made a floater.

The basketball traced a beautiful arc in the air, flying out with the power from his fingertips.

"Swish!" The basketball went through the net cleanly, hitting the mark perfectly!

The score now stood at 42 to 44.

The Spurs' fans felt immense pressure from Zeng Xingyang.

The whole arena fell silent instantly, with many fans amazed by Zeng Xingyang's efficient scoring ability.

He seemed to score every time he was on the court, his efficiency was terrifying.

"Manu, you should retire, you can't stop me, you're too slow," Zeng Xingyang quickly turned back to shout at Ginobili, a confident smile on his face.

"Rookie, shut your mouth. I was winning championships when you were still drinking milk," Ginobili swiftly fired back at Zeng Xingyang, a hint of discontent in his eyes.

Ginobili's words left Zeng Xingyang momentarily silenced.

When it comes to championships, there's no comparison; the old wizard had several championships under his belt.

Top-level comparisons often boil down to championship counts, everything else seems trivial.

On the sidelines, analyst Barkley sat in the commentary booth, laughing as he said, "Manu will face challenges tonight, as long as he's on the court, Zeng will try to exploit him one-on-one."

Barkley's voice resonated throughout the arena, the fans seemed to find the scene quite poignant, not expecting that Ginobili would have such a day, the decline of a hero.

The GMP seemed to be approaching retirement age.

If they can't clinch the championship this season, it's highly likely they will retire.

The Nuggets' tactical intention was actually easy to identify; if it wasn't Zeng Xingyang and Jokic playing pick-and-roll, then they'd try to create solo opportunities for Zeng Xingyang as much as possible.

Of course, identifying it and whether they could defensively succeed were two different matters.

The Spurs' lineup also had some weaknesses, for instance, when Leonard's defense was breached by Zeng Xingyang, others had a hard time stopping him.

On the court, Zeng Xingyang was a mismatch against almost everyone, creating different attacking strategies for each mismatch.