Wang Yi knew his opponent had laid a trap, waiting for him to walk right into it. So after getting past Wemby, he didn't keep driving toward the basket.
Instead, he came to an abrupt stop.
Then he picked up the ball.
Jordan's eyes lit up slightly at the sight.
What a guy. They'd only played one possession, and Wang Yi had already seen through the setup.
This guy really was a rare genius!
As soon as Wang Yi stopped and picked up the ball, a huge hand reached around from behind him.
Luckily, Wang Yi was only faking a shot. Wemby's body swept past him and flew straight into the paint.
Only then did Wang Yi straighten up.
He'd thought that would be enough to shake Wemby.
But Wemby's physical gifts were simply freakish. Though he'd charged into the paint, his knees seemed to bend only slightly before he sprang back toward Wang Yi in an instant.
Combined with his incredible height and wingspan, he completely sealed off Wang Yi's shooting angle.
Wang Yi felt a sudden jolt of alarm.
This guy was a downright freak.
Thick Eyebrows had pulled off this sort of move before—rushing past, then springing back to block a shot. Antetokounmpo had done it, and so had Wang Yi. But none of them made it look as effortless as Wemby.
After springing back, the three of them could only just barely get a hand on the shot.
But when Wemby sprang back, he completely smothered Wang Yi's shooting angle.
If Wang Yi dared to shoot, he'd get swatted into next week.
No wonder Wemby was called "Groot." He really was like a tree creature, swinging his arms around like a tangle of branches.
It was incredibly difficult for anyone to get a shot off with