As soon as the shot went in, the fans who had been booing Wang Yi fell completely silent, their eyes wide with shock.
Everyone in the entire Arena seemed to have their mouths locked shut, as if they'd been encrypted. Without the password, there was no way to open them.
Even the two commentators had their mouths encrypted.
In a suite on the fourth floor, Jenny Bass stared in astonishment.
She shot to her feet.
How on earth had Wang Yi managed that?
Without a slow-motion replay, there was no way to tell how the ball had gone in.
All anyone saw was the ball disappear from Wang Yi's hands;
then reappear;
then go in.
It was like a magic trick.
Only when the replay finally appeared on the big screen did everyone get a clear look.
Jenny Bass finally drew in a sharp breath, covering her mouth with both hands.
A moment later, she cried out, "Oh, my King!"
The zigzag move past four defenders had already been spectacular. But that final midair move, slipping around the defender's waist, was downright otherworldly. It took an incredible imagination and creativity.
And the visual impact was off the charts.
At that moment, Jenny Bass unconsciously acknowledged that Wang Yi was the King.
The one and only King of this league!
Arthur was impressive too, but compared to Wang Yi, he was always just a little short.
In terms of individual ability, Arthur was about on par with Wang Yi as he was now.
But Arthur was always missing those truly jaw-dropping baskets.
Like a full-court alley-oop three-pointer.
Like that time last game when he forced his way past Wemby and slammed it down.
Like the time he scored 13 points in 35 seconds.
Or a midair move like this one, slipping