The moment Wang Yi's shot went in.
The entire Golden 1 Center erupted like a volcano.
"Whoooosh—"
Every spectator, from ordinary fans to celebrities and prominent figures, leaped to their feet.
"Oh, my God! Holy shit!"
"That was so cool! That's absolutely the coolest dunk I've ever seen in my life—no contest!"
A child was so excited that he tossed the popcorn in his hands into the air.
The popcorn rained down, scattering over the heads and clothes of the surrounding spectators, but they didn't mind at all.
Instead, they joined the child in cheering and celebrating.
Shaquille O'Neal still wore his trademark exaggerated expression of shock.
But today, at this moment, that expression was not exaggerated in the slightest.
His eyes were wide, and his mouth formed an O.
Only after a long moment did he speak:
"Unbelievable! A back-dunk off a takeoff from the free-throw line! This guy... My God! He's done something even God couldn't do."
Silver-haired Brown shook his head again and again.
"Before he pulled off that dunk, I wouldn't even have dared to imagine it. Taking off from the free-throw line for a dunk is already incredibly difficult, but this guy took off from the line, spun 180 degrees in midair, and dunked with his back to the basket. He's practically not human."
Far away, in a hotel on the West Coast, White Jordan was vacationing with his family and watching the game.
He had watched every player's dunk with a superior air.
At the same time, he held a bottle of red wine.
He drank straight from the bottle.
Every time he saw a dunk, he thought, If I were doing those dunks, I'd do them better than those NBA players.
But when he saw this dunk, the bottle in his hand suddenly