Michael Arthur threw up an airball, and the Kings grabbed the rebound before racing down the court on a fast break.
Wang Yi sprinted downcourt at the first opportunity.
Michael Arthur refused to be outdone and followed close behind.
As Wang Yi crossed the three-point line, Xiao Qiao had already begun his pass.
The basketball sailed high over everyone's heads and dropped toward Wang Yi.
Normally, Wang Yi could have caught a pass like that over everyone's heads. But this time, Michael Arthur leaped high behind him.
He glided forward through the air and clamped both hands around the ball.
By then, he was already inside the paint.
Wang Yi had jumped at the same time as Michael Arthur, planning to catch the pass and go straight up for an alley-oop dunk.
He hadn't expected Michael Arthur to jump so high that he could intercept the ball in midair.
But Michael Arthur had only just gotten his hands on it.
He hadn't had time to pull it into his chest, so Wang Yi reached out with both hands in midair.
He let out a roar:
"Hand it over!"
Then he yanked the ball right out of Michael Arthur's hands.
But that wasn't the end of it. After snatching the ball in midair, Wang Yi's body was already coming down.
Yet before his feet touched the ground, he drew on his incredible core strength and powered himself up again.
With a gentle layup, he tipped the ball into the hoop.
For a moment, the entire Lakers home arena fell silent.
Everyone was stunned.
What the hell had they just seen?
He'd stolen the ball in midair, powered himself up again, then made a layup without ever touching the ground.
His upper-body and core strength were simply freakish.
Watching from the sidelines,