Though Wang Yi responded to Doug's trash talk, it didn't stir a thing in him.
They had only faced each other a few times on the court, but they knew each other's competitive drive and tactics inside out.
They both knew the trash talk was only meant to rile the other up and make him slip.
So even though they had traded plenty of insults, neither had let them get under his skin.
Gradually, Wang Yi's dribbling grew faster and faster.
Then, in a flash, he pulled the ball sharply to the left.
As Doug shifted left, Wang Yi hit him with a Death Crossover and moved the ball to his right hand.
Doug was already far more winded than he'd been earlier. Wang Yi's move sent him stumbling a step out of position.
Afraid Wang Yi would jump right again like he had before, Doug didn't try to hook Wang Yi's left leg. Instead, he lunged as far to the right as he could, determined to shove Wang Yi out of bounds even if he couldn't stop the shot.
But Wang Yi seemed to have anticipated the move. As Doug charged at him, Wang Yi hit him with another huge Behind-the-back Dribble.
At the same time, he leaped a step to the left.
Doug went right, Wang Yi went left, and they passed each other in midair.
In his desperation, Doug hurriedly reached for Wang Yi's arm.
But Wang Yi had been ready for that.
He twisted sideways and dodged him.
Doug only managed to grab at Wang Yi's chest, barely affecting him.
And when they landed, Doug's upper body was still moving left while his lower body went right. Wang Yi's move sent him crashing sideways to the floor.
"Ooh!"
"He's down!"
"Ankle Terminator!"
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