Seeing this, Saylor rose as if to dunk. But he knew that if he went straight up, Wang Yi would definitely rush over to block him, so he went up and faked a dunk.
Wang Yi fell for it and lunged in from the side, trying to block the shot with his right hand.
But Saylor pulled the ball back. He waited until Wang Yi had flown past him before preparing to jump and dunk.
Wang Yi had slid past him, but his arm hadn't.
As he lunged past from the side, Wang Yi turned slightly, ending up with his back to Saylor. At the same time, his left hand instinctively reached out to stop him.
That casual swipe landed squarely on the ball, which Saylor hadn't yet had a chance to release.
In that instant, Wang Yi instinctively put all his strength into it and knocked the ball right out of Saylor's hands.
The basketball hit the floor like a volleyball and bounced far out of bounds.
The whole arena was stunned.
Then the Golden 1 Center erupted in a deafening roar.
The cheers rolled like a tsunami, like a volcano erupting.
The noise was overwhelming, deafening.
"Oh, my God!"
"He's not a King. He's God!"
"The all-powerful King! Absolutely unstoppable!"
The Kings' entire bench leaped to their feet, and as they did, they all shouted in unison:
"Holy shit!"
They were still carrying on the tradition of expressing their astonishment the way they had when Wang Yi played for the team.
That one exclamation conveyed their shock and awe perfectly.
They were so worked up that one player even fell over as he stood.
But they couldn't care less.
Everyone was swept up in the excitement.
Even Bond, who usually seemed indifferent to everything, couldn't hide the shock