Chapter 81: Crazy Combos—Worthy of a Georgetown Warrior!

"Alex Mo has blown the roof off Staples Center! He's unstoppable!"

The U.S. commentator leapt from his seat in disbelief:"I can't believe my eyes—did a 2.11-meter big man just pull off that move?"

"Alex plays like a dominant center on defense, but on offense, he's got the style of a point guard!" another commentator chimed in. "His dribbling and movement look nothing like a traditional center!"

The scene at CCTV's studio was equally electric.Mr. Zhang Jianli was fired up: "Alex Mo is on another level!"

If this game had been in private, Zhang admitted, he would've cursed in awe at what he was seeing."Director Zhang, can we give that dunk a 10 out of 10?" asked his colleague.

"Including the block on Mourning right before it? Absolutely! This is perfection."

Back at Staples Center...

Alex Mo stood tall, cupping his hand to his ear, signaling to the roaring crowd. Cameras flashed, capturing the perfect shot. It was another iconic moment destined for front-page coverage.

"Nice dunk, Alex! But I'm not giving up!" Iverson gave him a high five, his competitive spirit blazing.

Despite Alex dominating the game so far, Iverson wasn't about to lose his $150,000 bet without a fight.

On the other side, Tim Hardaway and Alonzo Mourning grew tense.

"Alonzo, we've got to step it up," Hardaway said seriously.

Mourning nodded, his expression grim. The game wasn't going the way they expected. It wasn't just about the bet anymore—the Heat were in real danger of losing.

"I get it... Mourning muttered, his respect for Alex growing. No wonder Mutombo struggled against this kid—he's just that good."

But Alonzo Mourning wasn't one to back down.

"I'm still one of the top five centers in the league!"

The Game Continues

The Heat's offense reset. Hardaway used his signature hesitation dribble to create space and passed the ball to Mourning in the post.

Mourning faked, got Alex in the air, and went for a hook shot.

"Boom!"

Alex recovered with a second jump, nearly blocking the shot, but Mourning's persistence paid off. He grabbed the offensive rebound and powered through for the basket.

"Great defense, Alex!" Mourning said with a grin. "But it's not enough. I'll win this game!"

At that moment, Mourning forgot all about their bet. This wasn't about money anymore—it was about pride. He wanted to prove why he was still one of the league's best.

The Duel Intensifies

On the next Lakers possession, Iverson orchestrated the offense, using a pick-and-roll to draw the defense before dishing the ball to Alex.

Alex spun around Mourning, created space, and slammed the ball home with both hands!

Pat Riley protested from the sidelines, calling for a traveling violation, but the referees waved it off. It was a clean play.

The Heat quickly responded, with Mourning fighting for position in the low post. Hardaway passed him the ball, and Mourning pushed into Alex with all his strength.

The collision was brutal. Fans winced at the sight—a normal player would have ended up in the ICU.

But Alex held his ground, using his long arms to poke the ball loose. Lakers veteran Byron Scott scooped it up and passed it to Iverson, who slowed the pace and waited for his teammates.

Iverson handed the ball back to Alex, who stopped at the three-point line.

Mourning froze for a second, realizing too late—"Wait… I forgot he can shoot!"

"Splash!"

Alex drained the three-pointer with ease.

"Alex Mo hits his first three of the game!" the commentator shouted. "He's not just a defensive monster—he's a threat from beyond the arc too!"

End of the First Half

The Lakers led 51-44 at halftime. The Heat stayed competitive, refusing to let the Lakers pull away.

"This game is intense!" said the commentator. "Both teams are locked in, and it's clear we're headed for a down-to-the-wire finish!"

Mourning struggled under Alex's relentless defense, but his sheer will kept the Heat in the game. The third quarter ended with the Lakers holding a nine-point lead.

Fourth Quarter – Time to Decide the Game

The Heat came out firing, with Dan Majerle hitting a crucial three-pointer to cut the lead to six.

On the next possession, Alex received the ball at the three-point line. Mourning closed in, but Alex used a lightning-quick crossover to blow past him, stepping just inside the arc for a mid-range jumper.

Swish! The lead was back to eight.

The Heat rushed back on offense but missed their shot. Alex grabbed the rebound and launched a fast break, soaring down the court like a freight train.

He approached the three-point line, stopped on a dime, and launched a three-pointer in transition.

"Wait—did he just shoot a three on the fast break?" the commentator gasped.

"BANG!"

The ball hit nothing but net.

Alex turned to Mourning with a calm expression:"I'm winning this game."

This wasn't just about the $150,000 anymore.

Alex Mo wanted to win this Georgetown Civil War—and he wasn't backing down.

Mourning smiled, his fighting spirit reignited. "This kid… he's a true Georgetown warrior!"