History Rewritten Tonight!

The timeout ended, and Spoelstra immediately brought back all his starters.

He'd realized he fell behind Malone's rotation adjustments. If he'd made the substitutions when Han Sen returned, the momentum wouldn't have shifted so rapidly.

But it wasn't too late.

A 6-point lead could be preserved with the starting lineup back on the floor, ensuring victory for the Heat.

Gasol took the ball in the low post, backing down TT.

PJ Tucker slid in for help defense.

Gasol kicked it out to Luol Deng.

JR Smith rotated to cover Deng.

Deng passed to Wade, but Delly was already switching onto him.

Han Sen had taken over the Cavaliers' offensive burden, allowing his teammates to focus all their energy on defense.

And with Han's scoring spree, the Cavs' morale was sky-high.

The Heat's offensive system broke down. They resorted to star power.

Wade drove on Delly, attacking the paint.

But shockingly, Wade's floater missed under Delly's relentless defense!

First Cunningham, now Delly—players who were once dismissed as invisible were stepping up when the team needed them most.

The Cavs ran a fast break.

Han Sen charged ahead, but this time, the Heat fouled hard to stop him.

Dragic yanked Han down mid-air, preventing another and-one.

As Han hit the floor, JR Smith stormed over, confronting Dragic.

The two butted heads, and tensions flared.

Neither side could afford to lose.

The Cavs refused to give up.

The Heat couldn't afford to lose.

At this stage, sparks were inevitable.

Han Sen stepped to the free-throw line.

The arena erupted with deafening boos.

But Han, unfazed by the commotion, sank both free throws.

The Cavs' defense wasn't elite, but their desire to win drove them to play top-tier defense in the fourth quarter.

With their defense fueling fast breaks, they cut the lead to just 4 points.

A 13-point deficit seemed insurmountable, but 4 points?

That was within striking distance.

...

Durant finally woke up.

Facing JR's contest, KD drained a mid-range pull-up.

When plays broke down, the game came down to stars making tough shots.

On the next possession, the Heat double-teamed Han Sen again.

At this stage of the game, with everyone fatigued, the double-teams were more effective.

Han passed to Delly, but this time Delly missed the three.

You couldn't expect a $1 million role player to make $20 million superstar plays in crunch time.

But TT came to the rescue, grabbing an offensive board.

Without hesitation, he passed back to Han, who sliced through the defense, twisting mid-air to avoid Gasol's contest before finishing with a reverse layup.

The deficit shrank to 4 points again.

And with that bucket, Han reached 56 points.

Han had already broken the playoff scoring record he set earlier in the first round.

And with over five minutes left, he was on pace to become only the third player in NBA history to hit 60+ points in the playoffs.

He might even surpass Jordan's legendary 63-point game.

But KD wasn't done.

He caught a pass from Dragic and hit another mid-range jumper over PJ Tucker.

For the Cavs, this was the worst possible scenario—KD heating up in the clutch.

The American Airlines Arena erupted.

Even Spoelstra, usually composed, fist-pumped in excitement.

For Durant, Han Sen had long been his nightmare. To cement his legacy, he had to conquer Han.

Tonight, Durant was doing just that.

...

On the next possession, Han Sen played off-ball, but even then, the Heat doubled him.

Fatigued, Han's contested jumper fell short.

Gasol grabbed the defensive board, and Spoelstra exhaled in relief.

"One more bucket," Spoelstra thought.

"If we push the lead to 8, it's over."

The momentum would fully swing back to the Heat.

And judging by Han's missed shot, it was clear he was running on empty.

"Let's go, Heat!"

The crowd's chants intensified.

Suddenly, Han switched onto KD.

This wasn't ego—it was strategy.

Recognizing the Heat's defensive adjustments, Han knew that forcing fast breaks off defensive stops was their best shot at winning.

Standing face-to-face with KD, Han Sen smirked.

"Kevin, you'll never beat me."

Durant's expression hardened.

Han always knew how to hit his nerve.

Durant called for the ball, waving off Gasol's screen.

He wanted a clear iso.

With his hot hand, not even Han could stop him.

It was a classic showdown between two MVPs.

KD shielded the ball with his body, then suddenly spun into a pull-up jumper.

Durant's game had evolved. His approach was simple yet deadly.

But Han, locked in on defense, timed his swipe perfectly, disrupting KD's rhythm.

The best way to defend KD?

Annoy him, disrupt his balance, and attack his lower body.

KD's shot clanked off the rim.

TT grabbed the rebound.

The Cavs ran another fast break.

Han drew the entire defense, then, at the free-throw line, dished a no-look pass to JR.

JR pulled up for three.

Swish!

The ball splashed through the net.

You couldn't rely on role players to do superstar things.

But you could trust JR Smith when the lights were brightest.

"JR's not crazy—he's an All-Star every day!"

...

104-107.

The Cavs cut the deficit to 3 points—just one possession.

What was supposed to be an 8-point lead had shrunk to 3.

Spoelstra couldn't stay calm anymore.

He called another timeout.

On the bench, Han Sen was gasping for air.

He couldn't even control his breathing anymore.

Garnett handed him a new piece of gum.

Han spit out the old one, took a swig of water, and began chewing the fresh piece, focusing on steadying his breath.

Then, Tyronn Lue's voice cut through the air:

"There are two most important days in a person's life. The day you're born, and the day you find out why."

"To me, you were all born to win."

No more tactics were necessary.

The only strategy left was to dig deep and fight to the end.

Mark Twain's words, remixed by Lue, struck a chord.

The Cavs' bench erupted, fists raised in unison, yelling their team chant as they prepared to rewrite history.

...

Coming back from the timeout, Gasol set up at the free-throw line to facilitate the Heat's offense.

Spoelstra knew what he needed—high-percentage shots.

But the defensive intensity from the Cavs on the floor was unbelievable. They were playing like men possessed, locking down every possible passing lane.

Wade's floater clanged off the rim. The Heat failed to score on their first possession back.

Han Sen secured the rebound and pushed the ball up court, triggering another fast break.

The five Cavaliers on the court sprinted like gazelles, storming the court with relentless energy.

The Heat's transition defense couldn't keep up.

The crowd didn't know what was happening.

All they saw was a team playing out of their minds.

Delly passed the ball back to Han Sen, who spotted Dragic trying to foul him again.

This time, Han lowered his shoulder, powered through, and went up with all his strength…

BOOM!

Han threw down a ferocious dunk, shaking the rim.

The whistle blew.

Dragic was called for a defensive foul as he lay on the floor.

The arena fell silent in shock.

Han Sen can still dunk like that?!

As Han landed, he shot a death stare at Dragic before turning away.

Taking a deep breath, Han adjusted his stance.

That one explosive play had drained his energy again.

But it was worth it.

The Heat's morale took a massive hit.

They knew it. The Cavs were about to tie the game.

Han Sen stepped to the free-throw line, greeted by a wave of boos from the Miami crowd.

It was just like Game 1.

Those weren't taunts—they were cries of fear.

After steadying his breath, Han sank the and-one free throw.

His total for the night? 59 points.

There were still three and a half minutes left in the game.

"There's no stopping Han from getting 60!" Barkley exclaimed from the commentary booth.

But what no one expected was that both teams would go scoreless for the next two minutes.

The game devolved into a defensive war.

Both sides locked down the paint.

The Heat focused on transition defense, preventing the Cavs from capitalizing on fast breaks.

With 90 seconds remaining, Gasol missed a post-up and his own putback attempt.

But then the whistle blew.

TT was called for a defensive foul, sending Gasol to the free-throw line.

TT protested loudly, insisting he hadn't touched him.

Seeing TT getting worked up, Han pulled him back.

"Let it go. If we get a tech now, everything we've fought for is wasted."

Han then approached the referee himself.

"If you're going to call fouls, at least be consistent."

Han hadn't said a word to the refs all game, even when he got hacked or took hard hits.

But now, he knew the officiating would be critical.

Gasol hit both free throws, putting the Heat back up by two points.

Malone called timeout.

The situation was dire.

Not only were the Cavs forced into half-court sets, but the momentum had swung to Miami.

The timeout wasn't just to draw up a play—it was to give Han Sen a breather.

When play resumed, Mo Williams checked in for Delly.

The final minute began with the Cavs running a surprising set play.

Mo held the ball while Han set a high screen.

Watching from the commentary booth, Shaq's eyes widened.

"That's the old Cavs playbook! That's what they used to run for LeBron!"

Back then, Han was just a 3-and-D player, setting screens for LeBron or Mo Williams.

But now, Han was the focal point.

After setting the screen, Han rolled out to the perimeter, taking Dragic with him.

Mo drove into the paint, and for a moment, it looked like he was going for a surprise layup.

But suddenly, Mo kicked it back out to Han on the wing.

Wade flew out to contest the shot.

What happened next shocked everyone.

Instead of his usual quick release, Han hesitated for a split second, letting Wade close in before drawing contact.

Whistle!

Wade was called for a three-point shooting foul.

The crowd was stunned.

No one saw it coming.

It wasn't just Han's scoring skill on display—it was his basketball IQ.

"If you're going to call ticky-tack fouls against us, at least give us ours."

It was a brilliant move.

With his legs fatigued, Han's outside shot wasn't as reliable.

Getting to the free-throw line was the smartest choice.

The crowd erupted with chants of "Referee sucks!"

But Han wasn't fazed.

He stepped to the line and calmly sank all three free throws.

62 points.

Han was now officially part of the NBA's exclusive 60+ playoff club.

With 40 seconds left, Spoelstra didn't call a timeout.

He knew giving Han a break would be a mistake.

Instead, he gestured for Dragic to run a quick play.

The Heat caught the Cavs off-guard.

Durant drove into the lane, drawing a foul on PJ Tucker.

The arena fell silent.

KD hit both free throws, putting the Heat back up 110-111 with 22 seconds left.

With no timeouts left, Mo Williams pushed the ball up.

No one in the arena was sitting.

It was all or nothing.

Han posted up on the left wing, calling for the ball.

Deng tried to front him, but Han sealed him off with pure strength.

Mo lobbed it in.

As soon as Han caught the ball, Dragic closed in for a double-team.

But Han faked a pass to Mo, forcing Dragic to retreat.

In the next instant, before the double-team could fully form, Han spun and rose for a fadeaway jumper.

He could've driven for contact, but he didn't trust the refs.

Instead, he relied on what he knew best.

His turnaround was lightning quick.

Deng was a split-second too late.

Han elevated.

In that moment, all he saw was the basket.

The motion was pure muscle memory.

As the ball spun toward the rim, every eye in the arena was glued to it.

They knew it was going in.

Swish!

64 points.

History was rewritten.

Han Sen had surpassed Jordan.