That dunk set the whole arena ablaze once again.
Wang Yi and James often teamed up, but rarely with such explosive results. And since Wang Yi's desire to attack had been waning over the course of the season, plays like this had become even rarer.
Add in the first two possessions, when Wang Yi had taken off from the free-throw line and dunked twice in a row, and his desire to attack was absolutely maxed out.
So was his brutality.
The deafening cheers inside Golden 1 Center rang in every spectator's ears.
They could feel their eardrums throbbing.
But they kept cheering like maniacs.
How long had it been since they'd seen Wang Yi like this?
Wang Yi turned and slapped hands with James. Then they both leaped high into the air and bumped chests.
This time, it wasn't Wang Yi who got knocked backward. It was James.
James staggered back three steps and gave Wang Yi a sidelong look. "Man, don't tell me you suddenly got superpowers and can absorb Shaq's strength?"
Wang Yi grinned. "You guessed it!"
Then the two of them burst out laughing.
James's laughter came from the heart.
Wang Yi's, on the other hand, was loaded with meaning.
I'm serious. What are you talking about?
Meanwhile, Arthur was still at the other end of the court. He'd assumed Wang Yi would use that play to trash-talk him and mock him mercilessly.
But Wang Yi hadn't even looked his way once.
That left Arthur seething.
What was the most infuriating kind of trash talk?
The best trash talk was: You're not even worth trash-talking.
It was the ultimate expression of contempt.
Arthur's chest heaved as he cursed under his breath, "That Chinese bastard. I'm going to kill him!"
In fact, Wang Yi hadn't just studied Arthur's