Wang Yi's dunk left only one sound in the entire Golden 1 Center; everything else seemed to cease to exist.
Even the referee's whistle seemed powerless in that moment, instantly drowned out.
If the NBA had an award for best visual effect, this dunk would unquestionably be the best of the year.
To put it another way, Wang Yi was like a high-speed train.
On either side of the train, two people overestimating themselves tried to stop it with their bare hands.
The moment they reached out to grab it, the train carried them right off their feet.
Amid the enormous cheers from the crowd, Chris Bosh couldn't help but slam the table and shout, "The Overlord Dunk! It's finally here!"
Sean Battier excitedly slapped his own thigh over and over.
"That was explosive! That dunk was absolutely explosive. I'm not exaggerating when I say it was more explosive than any dunk I've ever seen."
"No fancy tricks, just speed and power."
"Let's take a look at the replay. Look at that—oh my God, those two couldn't even hold on to him. That's unbelievable."
Only then did Mitchell glance sideways at Morant, who was also sprawled on the floor not far away.
He didn't say a word, but his eyes said everything.
Shock, horror, disbelief.
Morant's expression was exactly the same as his.
The same shock, the same horror, the same disbelief.
Could a human being really possess that kind of strength?
Wasn't this guy basically a rampaging beast?
"Ref, I want to report the Kings for putting an animal on the court."
Morant, meanwhile, could only think of words like "violent," "brutal," and "thug"—anything that could be associated with the word "violence" described Wang Yi perfectly.
And then Wang Yi made a move that would become an iconic moment