Wang Yi didn't wait for Morant to speak. He continued, "Years from now, do you want your name to stand alongside those old-timers'?"
Morant was an ambitious man.
He didn't answer, but it was obvious that of course he wanted his name to stand alongside theirs. He even wanted to surpass them.
Wang Yi continued, "If you stay down just because I beat you, do you think you'll ever have a chance to stand alongside them?"
The confusion in Morant's eyes seemed to slowly clear.
Wang Yi then turned to the other young players. "If any of you want to stand alongside this guy, then don't let one or two losses get you down."
All the young players were encouraged, and a fire began to burn in each of their hearts.
James asked Wang Yi, "What about you?"
Then he concluded, "So if you want your names to stand alongside theirs years from now, start by letting me beat you."
Everyone: "..."
James rolled his eyes.
Paul, Curry, Edwards, Jokic, Dongzi...
In short, every player except Wang Yi felt like this guy had just played them.
You sneaky Old Six.
King of Kings.
None of the All-Stars had expected that they'd started out trying to help Morant get over his troubles, only for Wang Yi to end up calling every one of them a loser he'd beaten.
The worst part was that none of them had any grounds to argue.
How could anyone be so damn slick?
Wang Yi's words made everyone there burst into laughter.
But once the laughter died down, a thought began to form in everyone's minds.
Wang Yi had said it as a joke, but up to this point, no one had actually managed to beat him.
The dozen or so players in that locker room