Wang Yi's release now looked just like Curry's.
Unlike most players, they didn't raise the ball above their heads and flick their wrists to shoot.
Instead, they pushed it straight forward from chest level at a 45-degree angle. That shortened the distance the ball had to travel, naturally making their release quicker.
That was why so many people knew they were about to shoot and still couldn't stop them.
After Wang Yi made the shot, the lead grew from six points to nine.
The Kings brought the ball back up the court.
The Lakers went on the attack again.
Arthur refused to give up and went after Wang Yi one-on-one once more.
He used his body to force his way forward, pushing Wang Yi back.
But this time, just before reaching the basket, he spun.
He pulled the ball in and turned.
Once he had spun around, he'd completely beaten Wang Yi. The basket was wide open in front of him.
His eyes flashed, and he roared, "Die!"
But right then, Wang Yi jumped behind him, the very player he'd just beaten.
Wang Yi swung his right arm in a wide arc, swatting at the ball in Arthur's hands.
He roared at the same time:
"Die, you bastard!"
His palm struck the basketball.
The ball flew out of Arthur's hands and slammed into the backboard.
It caromed far away.
Arthur had been about to hang on the rim, but Wang Yi's swat threw him off balance, and he came crashing down.
He hit the floor hard with a thud.
The referee immediately blew his whistle.
He signaled a foul for contact with the shooter's hand.
"Kings, number zero, hand-check foul!"
The spectators finally breathed a sigh of relief. If the referee hadn't called a foul, it would have been a