That dunk instantly silenced the racket in the arena.
Every spectator's mouth fell open, their eyes wide with disbelief.
The players on the court all wore similarly incredulous expressions.
Even Antetokounmpo, a freak of nature with unbelievable talent, was so stunned he could barely process what he'd seen.
And in China, there was no need to say more: the comment feed was flooded with "6."
Jingyu's livestream: "Holy crap, Brother Yi's about to explode! My God, he's lighting it up right out of the gate. What did I tell you? I said from the start, Holiday and Alphabet, you two better not mess with Wang Yi. The consequences are serious, and you can't handle them. But you two went and provoked him anyway. Look at you now—how's that working out?"
The commentators at the arena were also left marveling at the sight.
Ray Allen said, "A midair behind-the-back dunk. That's an extremely difficult move even in the Slam Dunk Contest, let alone in a game. I've never seen anyone pull it off in an actual game. This is why I say Wang Yi always manages to surprise people."
Van Gundy's bald head was practically gleaming. "This is the kind of basketball we want to see. No more endless threes, no more endless fast breaks. We want to see explosive dunks like that, the kind that send your adrenaline soaring."
Even Van Gundy, a man who liked to stick to the rules, had grown sick of players taking threes at every opportunity.
He believed basketball should offer more variety.
It shouldn't be a case of barreling down one path until there was nowhere left to go.
Meanwhile, Xiao Hua was watching the game on TV at home. He hadn't gone to the arena tonight.
The league had made this decision, and