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**"The Last Stand"**：**Chapter 90: The Turning Point**

As the clock ticked down to its final seconds, Lin Feng stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the scoreboard. His teammates were all over the court, scrambling to find an opening, but it seemed like every shot they took was either blocked or missed.

"Keep believing, guys!" Lin Feng yelled, trying to rally his team. "We can still do this!"

But it was hard to shake off the feeling of despair that had settled over them. They had come so close to winning, only to have it slip through their fingers like sand.

That was when Lin Feng saw it – a gap in the defense, a chance to turn the tide. He sprinted down the court, his heart pounding in his chest, as his teammates cheered him on.

"Go, Feng, go!" one of them shouted.

Lin Feng launched himself into the air, his fingers stretching out for the ball. He felt a surge of adrenaline as it came towards him, and he knew he had to be quick.

The ball hit his fingers, and he felt it spinning off his fingertips. Time seemed to slow down as he watched the ball soar towards the hoop.

The opposing team's players were stunned, their eyes fixed on the ball as it arced through the air. Lin Feng's teammates were screaming, their faces a blur of excitement and fear.

And then, in a flash of orange and blue, the ball slammed through the hoop, the net ripping apart with a deafening roar. The scoreboard flashed 98-98, and the crowd went wild.

"Wow... did he just..." one of the opposing team's players muttered, stunned.

Lin Feng grinned, a sense of pride and relief washing over him. He had done it – he had tied the game with only seconds left.

But as he turned to celebrate with his teammates, he saw the opposing team's coach, his face twisted with rage and disbelief. The man was a legend in the CBA, a master tactician known for his cunning and his ability to turn any game around.

And now, Lin Feng had just handed him the perfect opportunity to do just that.

"We'll take the ball and run it up court," the coach growled to his players, his eyes never leaving Lin Feng. "We're going to win this thing, and there's nothing you can do to stop us."

Lin Feng's grin faltered, his gut twisting with anticipation. This was it – the final showdown. He knew that he had to come out on top if he wanted to prove himself as the best.

And as the opposing team took the inbounds pass, Lin Feng stood tall, his eyes fixed on the court, ready to face whatever came next.

The game was far from over, and Lin Feng knew that he had to be ready for anything.