It was Yoyogi's turn to attack.
He dribbled toward the basket as well.
When he reached the basket, he let out a furious roar. "Die!"
He raised the ball, ready to dunk over Wang Yi.
But the moment he jumped, Wang Yi's right hand was already on the ball.
Wang Yi shouted, "Get down here!"
Yoyogi couldn't match Wang Yi's strength. On top of that, he was jumping up while Wang Yi was pressing down from above, so he had no chance of getting the ball up.
And after they landed, Wang Yi wrapped both hands around the ball, twisted sharply, and ripped it away.
"Hand it over!"
Yoyogi was thrown off balance by Wang Yi's strength and sprawled face-first on the floor.
Wang Yi dribbled out beyond the three-point line, then slowly made his way back toward the basket.
This time, Yoyogi didn't dare underestimate him for a second.
He raised both arms high and leaned into Wang Yi, keeping him from jumping.
So Wang Yi simply stepped back, tossed the ball toward the hoop, then used that step to launch himself into the air. He caught the ball midair and, over Yoyogi, slammed it into the basket one-handed.
Ka-boom—
The hoop let out a deafening crash, as if it had been blown apart.
The entire basket support shook violently back and forth.
The net trembled so hard that it rattled and rustled.
Even the tree beside the court shuddered, dropping more than a dozen leaves in an instant.
A total domination of strength and leaping ability!
Shen Yanchao couldn't help shouting, "That was so damn cool!"
The Japanese spectators around them fell utterly silent.
As Shen Yanchao marveled at Wang Yi's sheer brutality, a woman's voice came from behind him. "How did it start so soon? He's