"But I'm not Jordan."
Wang Yi replied.
The reporter, who'd already been licked by a cow, stiffened his neck and said, "It's precisely because you're not Jordan that you don't have what it takes to go undefeated."
With a faint smile, Wang Yi asked the reporter, "Do you dare to bet?"
The reporter was a stubborn one, too.
"How do you want to bet? Are we betting our careers again?"
Wang Yi nodded with a slight smile. "Do you dare?"
At that, the reporter furrowed his brow.
If he said he didn't dare, he'd be admitting he was a coward.
How could an American admit he was scared in front of a Chinese man?
But if he said he did dare, what if Wang Yi really did beat King Arthur every time they met?
That sort of thing was almost impossible with other players. How could anyone beat the same opponent every time they met?
No matter how strong you were individually, basketball was a five-man sport.
What if his teammates all had a terrible game one night, while King Arthur's teammates all played out of their minds? Wouldn't he still lose?
But this was Wang Yi. How many times had Wang Yi made bold claims, only to make good on them in the end?
Who could guarantee he wouldn't do it this time?
There was one loophole, though.
Wang Yi had only said he'd beat him every time they met. He hadn't said how long the bet would last.
As long as it was within Wang Yi's career, he'd have to beat him every time.
If he lost even once, Wang Yi would lose the bet.
And Wang Yi's career clearly had a long way to go.
Even if it didn't last twenty years, it would last at least