Arthur crashed to the floor, seething with frustration.
He slammed his fist against the hardwood.
That bastard Wang Yi was probably looking at him with a taunting, even contemptuous look right now.
Damn it!
But when he turned to look at Wang Yi, he found that Wang Yi hadn't even glanced his way.
He'd already turned around and was getting back on defense.
What was that supposed to mean?
Did he not even consider me an opponent?
In his eyes, I'm like a chair he's casually kicked over.
Or even a piece of trash he's tossed aside.
He can't even be bothered to look at me?
At the thought, Arthur cursed under his breath. "Fuck!"
Watching Wang Yi's back, he made up his mind: today, he was going to absolutely demolish this Chinese player.
If Wang Yi had known what Arthur was thinking, he would have said, "Arthur's got perfect reading comprehension."
Turning around, Arthur faced Wang Yi and went straight to the low post to call for the ball.
Ever since the Lakers beat him last time, Arthur had spent the past month practicing a low-post backdown game.
He had the speed of a guard, but the powerful build of a Power Forward.
That combination made him virtually unstoppable in the post.
Players faster than him weren't as strong or as tall.
Players taller and stronger than him were nowhere near as fast.
His low-post game had become his signature move.
That was why he dared to post up and call for the ball against Wang Yi.
As soon as Westbrook saw him post up, he passed him the ball.
With the ball in his hands, Arthur started talking trash.
"Chinese guy, you really think that little frame of yours can guard me? Aren't you afraid I'll flatten you