The moment "Praise of the Tes River" began to play, all 17,000 spectators heard the battle song, its surging melody like ten thousand horses charging in a raging tide. Everyone couldn't help waving their arms and swaying to the beat.
The foreign fans were thrilled that Wang Yi had hit two three-pointers in a row, cutting the deficit to nine, and were also stunned by the song.
"Oh my God, is this the battle song of the gods?"
"What's it called? This song is so damn hype."
"It's not just hype—it fits the Kings' counterattack perfectly."
The fans in the arena weren't the only ones swept up in it. Even the staff and security guards couldn't stop their toes from dancing along.
It was as if the song had taken control of their bodies, leaving their brains powerless to stop them from wanting to fight, charge forward, and go to war.
When some Chinese-descendant fans heard the song, they couldn't help calling out proudly.
"This is 'Praise of the Tes River' by Nine Treasures Band, a song from China!"
"When I first heard this song, I knew that one day it would play in the Kings' home arena. I just didn't expect that day to come so soon."
The fans back in China were even more creative when they heard the song.
"When I heard it, I was feeding my donkey. It stopped chewing, and I lowered the hay in my hand. The two of us stared at each other for a few seconds. I could tell from its eyes that it wanted to ride me down the highway."
"Damn, whenever I hear this song, I want to beat my wife."
"My grandma's ringtone is this song. She's deaf and can't hear it, but whenever she sees the dog in