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"What did he just do?!" Shaquille O'Neal's eyes were wide with disbelief from the commentary booth.

Curry making wild threes wasn't exactly new. That's his bread and butter. Sure, his deep-range shots were mind-boggling, but people had come to expect the unexpected from him.

But Han?

Three-pointers had never been his primary weapon. He had an arsenal of offensive moves inside the arc that made defenders sweat. But a logo three? With perfect form and zero hesitation?

That was something else entirely.

And it wasn't a lucky heave either. It was clean, calculated, and the arc was pure beauty.

He had that range.

That realization hit like a truck. It meant Han's offensive threat now extended from the rim all the way to the logo.

Full-court coverage.

Sure, Curry had that too. But when a player with Han's physical dominance adds a logo three to his bag? It was like giving Michael Jordan an extra weapon — one that shouldn't exist.

The Cavs' bench erupted in cheers.

Unlike Shaq's stunned reaction, the players were buzzing with excitement.

They'd seen glimpses of this in training camp. But practice was one thing. Doing it in a game? On this stage?

That was different.

Even the Cavs on the court were hyped. Kyrie sprinted back on defense, grinning ear to ear as he slapped hands with Han.

He'd been frustrated all night, feeling overwhelmed by Curry's barrage of threes.

But now? He wasn't alone. His team had a sniper too.

Meanwhile, the Warriors' bench — and even Luke Walton — looked shell-shocked.

The Splash Brothers were used to watching Curry pull off the impossible. But seeing an opponent do it? That hit differently.

"This isn't how basketball is supposed to be played!" you could almost hear their thoughts echo.

Han glanced at Curry, eyes locked, as if issuing a silent challenge.

Your move.

Curry tried to respond immediately, weaving through screens like a snake, but Kyrie was glued to him. He chased Curry relentlessly, fighting through every pick.

Kyrie didn't have the physicality to muscle someone like Kobe in the post, but his agility made him a perfect foil for Curry.

Finally, after running a looping figure-eight route, Curry broke free and launched a quick-release three.

Han saw it coming. He rotated just in time to contest the shot.

Curry managed to avoid getting blocked with his lightning-quick release, but the shot was off.

The ball clanked off the back rim and bounced high.

Missed.

TT secured the rebound and pushed the ball upcourt. Han got the ball and immediately went into attack mode.

He gave a hard pump fake from deep. Iguodala, wary of Han's sudden shooting spree, bit on the fake and jumped.

Han wasted no time. He drove hard, then quickly stepped back beyond the arc.

Iguodala scrambled to recover, but once you've been faked out, it's tough to catch up.

Curry saw the play developing and left Kyrie to sprint over for a desperation contest.

Han felt Curry rush past underneath him as he released his shot.

Too late.

Splash!

Han's third consecutive three-pointer ripped through the net.

Oracle Arena went dead silent.

73-70.

The Cavs had taken the lead.

The camera zoomed in on Curry.

Every Warriors fan in the arena — hell, probably in the Bay Area — had their hopes riding on the shoulders of this undersized, 6'2" (1.88m) guard.

The Warriors tried to push the pace again, but Cleveland had adjusted. They got back on defense quickly, forcing Golden State into a half-court set.

Curry caught the ball at the three-point line, with Kyrie draped all over him.

Then, he pulled out something new.

A step-back — from beyond the arc.

Was it a step-back three? Or a three-point step-back?

Did it even matter?

Curry created just enough space, and Kyrie flew at him as Curry unleashed another lightning-quick release.

The ball sailed over Kyrie's outstretched arm, kissed the net, and dropped through.

Splash!

Curry's counter was successful.

His fourth triple of the quarter.

On the Cavs' bench, Nikola Jokic couldn't believe his eyes.

Back in Europe, basketball was all about creating the best shot possible through teamwork and precision.

What Curry and Han were doing?

It was like watching two players yell at traditional basketball, "Go to hell!"

Jokic's entire understanding of the game was being rewritten in real-time.

Back on the court, Iguodala had adjusted his defense.

No more sagging off Han. He picked him up full-court, denying him the ball as much as possible.

The Warriors weren't going to let Han have another clean look from deep.

But Han switched tactics.

He made a sharp backdoor cut to the basket. The Warriors' defense, stretched to cover the perimeter, couldn't recover in time.

Kyrie lobbed a high pass toward the rim.

It wasn't perfect. The ball sailed a bit too far.

But Han adjusted mid-air, snagged the ball, and threw down a vicious one-handed alley-oop dunk.

BOOM!

Even the Oracle crowd couldn't help but gasp in awe.

Everyone knew the best dunks come from imperfect passes.

Warriors players stood frozen, stunned. Curry, in particular, stared at the giant LED screen, watching the replay with thinly veiled envy.

Walton didn't call a timeout. He figured if Han was going to score, he'd rather see him do it inside than from deep.

As the Warriors brought the ball back up, Malone signaled for Cleveland's defense to extend out.

Curry had already hit seven threes in the game, and he was gunning for more.

Draymond Green orchestrated the offense from the top of the key.

Unlike Mark Jackson, who built the Warriors around Curry's shooting, Steve Kerr prioritized ball movement. And Walton? Walton leaned heavily on Draymond's playmaking.

Draymond found Curry cutting backdoor.

The pass was crisp, threading through defenders.

Curry caught it in stride and bolted toward the rim.

But instead of his usual quick layup, Curry did something unexpected.

He jumped — both hands gripping the ball — and dunked.

The dunk wasn't flashy. His jump wasn't high. But he slammed it home.

BOOM!

The Oracle crowd exploded.

Curry landed and roared, more hyped than he'd been after any of his threes.

Han watched the entire sequence unfold.

He hadn't expected Curry to dunk.

"Guess a shooter's not complete without a dunk," Han muttered to himself, smirking.

Golden State Lavine? Not just a joke anymore.

What stood out was that both Han and Curry had adapted their games.

Neither relied solely on their shooting streaks. Instead, they used that threat to create space and attack the rim.

Their logo shootout had turned into a relentless assault on the paint.

At least, for now.

As the quarter wound down, both teams returned to perimeter play once their defenses began to collapse inward.

Curry hit another deep three.

Han answered with two of his own.

With five seconds left in the third quarter, Han faced Iguodala.

A quick crossover sent Iguodala stumbling. Han stepped back — this time from the 45-degree angle, half a step behind the arc.

The Cavs trailed 94-96.

A three-pointer would give them the lead heading into the final quarter.

The crowd held its breath.

Splash!

Han's sixth three of the quarter swished through.

O'Neal shook his head, a bemused smile on his face. He grabbed his mic and said, "What else is there to say?"

Nothing.

This was a shootout for the ages.

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Back when critics doubted Michael Jordan's three-point shooting, he silenced them with a legendary Finals performance, hitting six threes in the first half. The doubters had no choice but to shut up.

Han Sen wasn't dealing with doubters tonight — but he just hit six threes in a single quarter.

This wasn't just an evolution of his game; it felt like a dimensional downgrade for his opponents.

Just when it seemed Han had won the duel with Curry, something jaw-dropping happened again.

After a quick inbound pass from Draymond Green, Curry brought the ball up the court. The Cavs were clearly fatigued, a step slow on defense due to rotations and exhaustion.

Curry pushed along the sideline, a meter beyond the three-point line. Without hesitation — and with no clock pressure — he pulled up.

Quick release.

JR Smith scrambled to contest but was too late.

The ball traced a low arc, like an artillery shell, before slamming into the net with a resounding swish.

Curry had just hit his sixth three-pointer of the quarter!

The duel wasn't over.

If anything, Curry had pulled even.

In fact, you could say he'd won the quarter. The Warriors entered the fourth with a two-point lead, 94-92.

The Oracle crowd roared, their faith in their beloved 'Baby-Faced Assassin' fully restored.

As the third quarter stats flashed on the big screen, the numbers told the story:

Curry: 28 points in the quarter. Han: 30 points in the quarter.

Both had shattered their personal single-quarter scoring records.

"If they keep this pace up for four quarters," Barkley quipped from the commentary booth, "we're looking at two guys hitting 100 points in the same game."

A hundred points required 25 per quarter. It suddenly seemed... possible.

By the end of three quarters, Han and Curry both had 40+ points. The real question now was: who would break 50 first?

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The fourth quarter began with Nikola Jokic back on the floor.

Maybe it was the inspiration — or sheer pressure — from watching Han and Curry's fireworks display, but Jokic wasn't looking to post up.

Instead, he stood at the top of the arc, waiting for his moment.

The Warriors knew he could shoot, so they stayed close. But that gave Jokic a chance to show off his passing.

Feigning a three-point shot, Jokic fired a no-look bullet pass to a cutting JR Smith.

JR caught it mid-air and threw down a spectacular reverse dunk.

Oracle Arena gasped in awe.

Jokic's court vision was on full display.

Big men with passing skills were rare enough, but Jokic's touch made him special. The Cavs had found their secret weapon.

The Cavs kept pace, refusing to let the Warriors pull away.

The game remained tight.

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Small Ball to the Finish Line

Luke Walton had planned to use the 'Death Lineup' to deliver a knockout blow in the third quarter. But with the game still hanging in the balance, he had no choice but to stick with it.

Cleveland did the same. Both teams committed to small ball, knowing it was a race to see whose legs would give out first.

The intense back-and-forth felt like a constant series of 100-meter sprints. It wasn't just basketball anymore; it was a test of cardiovascular endurance.

That's why teams didn't start games with small ball. It wasn't about protecting the paint — it was about protecting the lungs.

But neither team dared revert to a traditional lineup.

The pace slowed a bit, shots clanged off rims, and Oracle Arena briefly transformed into a blacksmith's workshop, echoing with the sound of bricks.

Still, Han and Curry stood out.

Han's endurance had been forged during last season's grueling playoff run — especially the infamous 64-point game that pushed his stamina to new limits.

Curry, meanwhile, was a machine. His trainer, Brandon Payne, had emphasized endurance in his workouts, and Curry had led the league in distance covered during games for years.

Despite the relentless pace, neither superstar showed signs of slowing down.

Curry nailed two more threes, bringing his total to 11 for the night — just one shy of the NBA record of 12, shared by Kobe Bryant and Donyell Marshall.

Han, on the other hand, shifted his focus. He took fewer threes, relying more on mid-range jumpers and aggressive drives to the basket.

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With a minute left, the Warriors led 119-117.

Han attacked the paint, barreling through Draymond Green to score a tough layup. He drew the foul, too — Green's sixth of the night.

Draymond had to sit.

His final stat line? 7 points, 9 rebounds, 7 assists, and 6 fouls.

Clearly frustrated, Green threw his towel in disgust as he headed to the bench. His night was over.

Han calmly sank the free throw, giving the Cavs a 120-119 lead and pushing his point total to 55.

By comparison, Curry had 48.

The Warriors called timeout.

When play resumed, Andrew Bogut replaced Green. The Warriors cleared out the paint, giving Curry all the space he needed.

There were 40 seconds left.

The crowd expected Curry to launch a three and chase history.

But Curry wasn't chasing a record — he was chasing a win.

He used a screen from Bogut to switch Kyrie off him, ending up one-on-one with Tristan Thompson.

Everyone assumed he'd fire a step-back three.

But instead, Curry threw in a pump fake, sending TT off balance, and drove inside.

He pulled up for a mid-range jumper — a rarity in his game.

The shot was pure.

Warriors: 121-120.

Cavs called timeout.

With 28 seconds remaining, the Cavs had a chance to take the lead.

The tension in Oracle was palpable.

The Warriors were nervous. Despite holding a slim lead, they knew what was coming.

Cleveland had the league's best closer.

As the Cavs returned to the floor, all eyes were on Han. But something unusual happened — Han didn't demand the ball.

Instead, Kyrie dribbled out the clock, setting up for the final shot.

With 10 seconds left, he made his move.

Kyrie blew past Curry and into the paint. He had an open floater from just outside the restricted area — one of his signature shots.

But he missed.

TT snatched the offensive rebound, towering over Bogut, and without hesitation, he fired the ball back out to the perimeter.

Right into Han Sen's hands.

Han caught the ball, and for a moment, time itself seemed to slow. The entire arena held its breath, eyes locked on him.

The Warriors scrambled to close out. Curry and Thompson rushed toward Han, desperate to prevent him from getting a clean look.

But Han?

He didn't flinch. No rush, no panic. Instead, he glanced at the clock — and with deliberate calm, raised three fingers.

Three.

The defenders hesitated, their feet caught between closing the gap and bracing for a drive.

Two.

Han lowered one finger, his eyes locked on the rim. The anticipation built, tension crackling in the air.

Curry slowed his sprint, unsure of whether Han was bluffing.

One.

Han dropped the final finger and rose up from the logo. The shot was high and pure, a perfect arc slicing through the air as the buzzer blared.

SWISH!

The ball ripped through the net, clean and decisive.

Han held his follow-through, fingers still in the air, like a maestro conducting his symphony's final note.

Then, as he turned back toward the stunned Warriors bench, he tapped his wrist.

Time's up.

Game.

The final score flashed:

Cavs 123, Warriors 121.

For a moment, Oracle Arena was dead silent.

And then?

Chaos.

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Broadcast Booth: TNT Reaction

Shaq: "Yo, hold up. Did he really just… count them down?"

Shaq's voice boomed over the broadcast, his eyes wide with disbelief. He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head slowly. "Nah, that ain't real."

Barkley: "Oh, it's real, big fella. You saw it. We all saw it."

Chuck leaned forward, pointing at the replay on the monitor. "Dude stood there like he was Mozart conducting a symphony. Three, two, one… BANG. That's gotta be the coldest thing I've ever seen on a basketball court."

Kenny Smith: "Forget disrespectful — that was stone-cold. Ice in his veins."

The trio watched the slow-motion replay of Han raising his hand, counting down while the Warriors frantically closed out.

Shaq: "See, that's the difference between me and you shooters. You hit a big shot, you wanna make a statement. Me? I'd just dunk on you and stare you down."

Kenny: "Shaq, if you ever hit a shot from the logo, the world would stop spinning."

The entire booth burst into laughter.

Barkley: "Man, if Shaq took a shot from the logo, he'd be calling for a sub right after."

Shaq: "You wish, Chuck. I could've pulled from the logo if I wanted to. I just didn't need to — I had y'all little guys to do the shooting."

As the replay looped again, Barkley shook his head, a rare moment of seriousness creeping in.

Barkley: "Listen, you can say what you want about disrespect, but that was the kind of moment that lives forever. You hit a game-winner like that, counting it down? That's legendary."

Kenny: "It's one thing to make a big shot. It's another thing to call your shot — and let everyone know it's coming."

The clip switched to a shot of Han jogging back to the bench, his grin unmistakable as he high-fived his teammates.

Shaq: "You know what? That's some MJ-level stuff right there. Remember when MJ shrugged after hitting all those threes against Portland? Same energy."

Barkley: "Nah, it's different."

Kenny: "How?"

Barkley: "MJ didn't count it down. Han did. And that's a whole different level of bad-ass."

Shaq: "And you can't do a damn thing about it."

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