Although the Bucks players had also seen what Wang Yi was planning, they didn't double-team him. With his three-point percentage today, there was no need.
Wang Yi sneered, then burst into motion.
His speed had now reached 95 percent of what it had been at his peak.
Against Bronny's defense, he couldn't get past him with speed alone. But after starting forward, he paused for a beat, then accelerated again, easily getting past Bronny and reaching the three-point line.
He didn't shoot a three from there.
His three-point shooting had been way off this game. Taking a three would be like handing the ball to the other team.
Instead, he drove straight to the basket.
Antetokounmpo was waiting for Wang Yi in the paint.
He even called out arrogantly, "Come on!"
He was determined to knock Wang Yi to the floor on this play.
He would stop Wang Yi even if it meant committing a foul, so that Wang Yi would never dare dunk in front of him again.
But Wang Yi wasn't going for a dunk. He had already pushed off with his right foot outside the three-point line.
Then, using his freakish leaping ability, he soared until he was a step past the free-throw line and gently flicked up a layup.
The ball sailed over Antetokounmpo's fingertips and toward the hoop.
In the end, it drifted into the net like a feather. The net didn't even stir.
The referee signaled three points.
A three-point layup!
On the Kings' sideline, the players all clenched their fists in excitement.
"A three-point layup! The boss is on fire!"
"Holy crap, a three-point layup! How long has it been since the boss last used that move?!"
"Heh, we've got a chance!"
Before Wang Yi retired, his three-point layup had been the best