Chapter 744: Chapter 499: Defying Superior, But Not on My Turf (United)_4 Chapter 744: Chapter 499: Defying Superior, But Not on My Turf (United)_4 Durant, burdened with unsatisfied grievances, saw the SuperSonics end February with a streak of victories, and come March, Yu Fei’s stats became even more exaggerated.

He had seven consecutive triple-doubles, and in two consecutive games, he put up 20 points and 20 assists. By the end of March, Yu Fei’s average stats had climbed to 30 points, 9.8 rebounds, and 12 assists per game.

Durant’s average stats, on the other hand, had slowly declined from 23 points, 5 rebounds, and 3 assists per game.

Now they were at 22 points, 4 rebounds, and 2 assists per game.

Durant found it hard to imagine how awful his stats would have been if Tyronn had been the coach from the start.

Durant’s resentment exploded on the night of March 31st, during the game against the Celtics.

After the trade deadline, two teams had become unstoppable, one was the Lakers in the Western, and the other was the Celtics in the Eastern Conference.

Antawn Jamison’s arrival made the Lakers an unsolvable offensive team, while the counter-current Celtics became a rare meat grinder defensive powerhouse with the addition of Prince.

The logic of small ball’s three-pointers, speed, and space was simple: if you hit threes, you’d have space, and space would give players countless offensive options to accelerate at will.

That evening, the Celtics suffocated the SuperSonics’ three-point game, forcibly dragging them into the mud of a grinder fight.

Yu Fei countered the Celtics’ tough defense with mid-range shots and post-up plays.

Durant longed to join in; he had as much raw talent as Yu Fei.

But his supposed one-on-one ability was not on the same level as Yu Fei’s, especially when the opponent’s defense was effective.

Prince’s long arms made him one of the rare players who could noticeably disrupt Durant’s shooting.

“KD, pass the ball!”

Anthony Morrow, open, yelled loudly.

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Durant ignored him.

“Kevin, I’m here!”

Chris Bosh had a chance on the pick-and-roll cut-inside, but Durant didn’t see it.

“KD?”

Brown was open under the basket, yet Durant had no desire to pass.

His shooting percentage wasn’t high, but his reason for not passing was justifiable: neither were other people’s.

However, when Yu Fei set a screen for him and called for the ball outside the three-point line, a wild thought surged in the depths of Durant’s soul–if you can do it, then I can too, and if I do it, then…
Durant forced a shot, which Garnett blocked.

“FUCK!!!” Tyronn Lue erupted in anger, called for a timeout, and lashed out at Durant courtside, “KD, you can’t play like this! This isn’t one-on-one, kid, you’re fucking up all our efforts from tonight!”

For three years, Durant was constantly subjected to double standards.

Yu Fei had one set of rules, he had another.

He couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Shut up!” Durant shouted, “I don’t want to hear this bullshit anymore! You’d never say that to Frye because he’s Frye! He’s your boss! I don’t give a fuck about that, I…”

Yu Fei’s presence robbed Durant of the courage to vent all his frustrations.

The pressure that hit him made him tremble with fear.

And all Yu Fei said was, “Tyronn indeed wouldn’t talk to me like that, do you know why, Kevin?”

There were two forces here.

One was the intense power of someone established; the other was the unyielding power of youth.

Nine years ago, in D.C., Tyronn saw these two forces clash.

The power of youth eventually won because the established were already decaying.

But today, Kevin Durant, representing the youthful force, stood no chance.

Yu Fei, pointing at Durant, said to Lue, “I don’t need him tonight.”

The boss had spoken.

So Lue benched Durant.

In the final three minutes, the SuperSonics were six points behind the Celtics.

Yu Fei blocked Rajon Rondo with a chase-down, hit a trailing three to close the gap by 3 points, the Celtics took 24 seconds to play it out, Garnett scored under the hoop, but Yu Fei came back with another three, bringing the gap to 2 points.

This tug-of-war continued into the final minute, with the Celtics ahead by 2 and trying to play out another 24 seconds.

They ran down the clock, but Pierce missed a one-on-one.

Yu Fei grabbed the defensive rebound, didn’t call for a timeout, and rushed to the front court with a dragon-like fast break dunk–an and-one.

The free throw was good, and the SuperSonics took the lead again.

Half a minute left in the game, the Celtics still patiently looked for an opportunity. Their patience was valuable; Rondo’s pass allowed Prince to find a way into the SuperSonics’ defensive line, but Bosh’s help defense forced the Celtics to pass again.

On the perimeter, Rondo was left open.

Patience was no longer a good word, as their offensive clock was about to run out, Rondo had to try a three-pointer.

This least likely person to hit a three-pointer at a crucial moment pulled off a miraculous shot with 5 seconds left in the game to put the Celtics ahead again.

Tyronn wanted to call a timeout, but Yu Fei told him to stay put.

The Celtics pressed across the entire court, but Yu Fei never intended to let a second person touch the ball from start to finish. He had monopolized all SuperSonics’ scoring in the last three minutes of the fourth quarter; in fact, no other SuperSonics player had touched the ball on offense during those three minutes.

That was why the Celtics dispatched two players to trap him in the front court.

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However, Yu Fei brutally broke through the encircling trap, rushing to the LOGO spot, with time about to expire.

Yu Fei caught the ball, jumped up like an ancient sharpshooter drawing his bow and launching an arrow, and unleashed an ultra-long, logo-distance, horseback three-pointer.

“Beep!!!!!”

The referee blew the final whistle, all eyes followed the ball, and in that breathless second–which felt like it lasted an entire night–it hit the backboard and seemed fated to rebound into the hoop.

“!@!#Y=%#@%”
In that moment, Yu Fei ignored the desperate opponents and turned to his own bench, roaring at that upstart who’d tried to defy him: “This is my fucking house!!!!!!!”