The Spurs had thought the Kings would let Wang Yi rest during the remaining four minutes of the first quarter.
But when they took the court, they were surprised to find Wang Yi out there too.
Every Spurs player, including the coaching staff, furrowed their brows.
Was this guy not going to rest?
He'd scored 25 points in the first quarter alone. That had to have taken a huge toll on his stamina.
Didn't he need a break?
Popovich saw this and immediately put a hand to his forehead, shaking his head.
The Spurs fans in the stands shook their heads too.
"Does he ever get tired?"
"He's an absolute beast!"
"Couldn't you at least rest for one minute?"
Watching from the sidelines, James looked at Popovich with a hint of sympathy. "Old Master Bo's having a rough time."
Paul nodded. "If Old Master Bo hasn't kept something up his sleeve—if he doesn't have some secret weapon—he might be in trouble tonight."
James thought for a moment. "Knowing Old Master Bo, he definitely has a secret weapon."
After a pause, James added, "But judging by Wang Yi's form tonight, forget a secret weapon—even a nuclear weapon wouldn't work."
Both teams returned to the court.
The Spurs were on offense.
Wang Yi was still glued to the Spurs' point guard, Hugo.
But this time, Hugo had no intention of passing as he dribbled.
Instead, their center quickly moved up to the three-point line to set a screen for Hugo.
Using the screen, Hugo finally shook off Wang Yi and drove toward the paint.
Bond immediately stepped up to defend him.
Seeing this, Hugo quickly sent a behind-the-back bounce pass to Ali, the center, who was at mid-range.
Ali had the ball, and Wang Yi was guarding him.
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