As Jordan saw it, the only way to stop Wang Yi's offense was to get to the ball before Wang Yi picked it up.
So just as Wang Yi jumped and raised the ball to his chest, Jordan's hand had already slapped against it.
Smack—
Wang Yi had gripped the ball tightly, so Jordan didn't knock it loose. But the slap threw off Wang Yi's shooting rhythm, and the shot went badly off target.
The crowd immediately burst into cheers once more.
Wang Yi rubbed his wrist.
Jordan had actually hit his wrist.
But if he nitpicked over something like that while playing against a sixty-seven-year-old, he would be far too petty.
Next, it was Jordan's turn to attack.
Jordan fooled Wang Yi with another convincing fake, then waited until Wang Yi was coming down before he jumped.
But this time, Wang Yi was ready. He hadn't put all his strength into his first jump, so he landed quickly. The instant his feet touched down, he drove off the ground hard and sprang back up like a coil.
He was about to block the shot.
But no one expected Jordan to pull the ball back with one hand in midair. He waited until Wang Yi's hand swept over his head before raising the ball again and shooting quickly.
Swish—
The ball went in once more.
Jordan's hang time left everyone in the crowd gasping, and Wang Yi was genuinely surprised too.
To an ordinary player, hanging in the air, pulling the ball back, and then going up for a second shot off the glass was nothing remarkable. And Jordan's shot had clearly been rushed.
But considering that Jordan was sixty-seven years old, the move was practically superhuman.
Wang Yi applauded repeatedly.
Jordan shook his head and said to him,