Wang Yi's shot went in, surprising all the Japanese spectators present.
Shen Yanchao, meanwhile, was secretly laughing to himself.
Wang Yi, you Old Six.
What a scoundrel.
Wukong clearly hadn't expected him to fake him out like that.
But he didn't seem to mind.
He went to the center line.
After checking the ball, Wang Yi tossed it to Wukong.
Then he went to the three-point line and waited for Wukong to attack.
Wukong's dribbling was flashy, but beneath all the flash, it was clear that his fundamentals were solid.
Honestly, for an amateur player, his fundamentals were exceptionally solid.
He dribbled behind his back, changed direction, then suddenly pulled the ball back and spun 360 degrees, easily getting past Wang Yi.
The spectators immediately grew excited.
"Nice!"
"Awesome!"
"Su-goi!"
After getting past Wang Yi, Vile Monkey drove toward the basket.
Wang Yi calmly pushed up his sunglasses, then turned and chased after Vile Monkey.
Wukong had just been scored on by Wang Yi, so naturally, he wanted to vent his frustration with a dunk.
When he reached the basket, he leaped into the air and spread his right hand.
He planned to throw down a tomahawk dunk and win back some face.
But Wang Yi caught up behind him. As soon as Wukong jumped, Wang Yi leaped too and roared, "Vile Monkey, where do you think you're going?!"
He reached his right hand over the guy's head and stretched it out in front of him.
Then he swiped at the ball in the guy's hands from the front.
But the guy was clearly no pushover. Seeing Wang Yi go for the block, he curled up and tucked his chin in midair, pulling the ball back in a compact cradle and switching to a double-clutch layup.
His tomahawk dunk turned