The moment Wang Yi stepped in from the sideline, a system notification sounded in his mind:
[Host, please check in.] "Check in." [Check-in successful.] [Check-in reward: Intermediate Passive Block Experience Card.] [Passive Block Experience Card: When an opponent shoots in front of the host, the taller the opponent, the higher the host's chance of blocking the shot. The chance can reach up to 50%.] [Time limit: 24 minutes.]
Seeing this, Wang Yi couldn't help giving Wemby a sly grin.
Wasn't this passive ability made for Wemby?
When Wemby saw Wang Yi give him such a strange smile, his heart skipped a beat.
But Wemby had also trained hard for three months over the summer. His improvement during those three months was plain to see. He was no longer the Wemby from last season's Finals.
He'd gained weight and become stronger, but his speed hadn't dropped, and neither had his vertical leap.
This season, he'd be an even more absurd tree-like monster.
Soon, the two teams lined up for the opening jump ball.
Bond was basically asking to be humiliated by jumping against Wemby.
Wemby easily tipped the ball to LaMelo Ball.
After getting the ball, LaMelo Ball sped toward the Kings' backcourt.
Wemby followed straight down the middle.
LaMelo Ball was lightning-fast, racing into the Kings' paint.
For a moment, none of the other Kings players could keep up with him.
Wang Yi chased him down from behind, waiting to block his shot.
LaMelo Ball knew just how strong Wang Yi was at chasing down shots for blocks. Although Wang Yi wasn't as formidable in that regard after his return as he'd been at his peak, he still ranked among the best in the league.
So LaMelo Ball didn't go straight for the layup. Instead, he tossed the