Wang Yi felt that the more he played one-on-one against this guy, the more fired up he got.
It was Wang Yi's turn to attack.
He took the ball beyond the three-point line and faced Doug.
He pulled off Iverson's signature Death Crossover and left Doug behind.
He had already shaken Doug by a full step and could have driven in for an easy dunk.
But although Doug had been shaken by a step, just as Wang Yi was about to drive past him, Doug hooked his left foot around Wang Yi's left foot.
Wang Yi had been leaning forward to drive. With Doug's foot hooking his, he immediately fell to the floor.
Doug chuckled. "If you want to get past me, you'll have to lose a layer of skin!"
The assistant coach beside them hurried to blow his whistle.
But Wang Yi glanced at him and shook his head.
This was the kind of battle he liked.
Whenever he faced Doug, he always felt fired up and full of energy.
The ball had gone out of bounds when he fell, so it was Doug's turn to attack.
Doug kept his back to Wang Yi and muscled his way toward the basket. This time, Wang Yi showed no mercy. He put a hand on Doug's waist and gave him a hard pinch.
But to his surprise, Doug didn't react at all and kept pressing forward.
Wang Yi's hand was on Doug's waist. The skin beneath his fingers felt rough and thick, unlike an ordinary person's.
Wang Yi couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:
"Holy shit, he's got calluses on his waist!"
As he spoke, Doug had already muscled his way under the basket. He suddenly turned and gave a fake. Wang Yi didn't jump.
Doug faked again, and Wang Yi