In the referee's eyes, the play was still in motion. Even if there had been a foul, it would've been Slanch's, not Wang Yi's.
After blowing past two defenders in a row, Wang Yi hadn't lost a bit of speed. He charged straight into the paint.
He planted his right foot right on the free-throw line, then stomped down hard and exploded into the air.
Antetokounmpo had seen Wang Yi coming and wanted to step up, but when he saw that Wang Yi wasn't slowing down at all, it was already too late to get into position. So he simply leaped beneath the basket.
Even if it meant fouling, he was going to stop Wang Yi. He absolutely wouldn't let the guy dunk right over him.
Meanwhile, Mouth Brother had expected Wang Yi to pass once Antetokounmpo stepped up to the perimeter, giving him a chance to slip along the baseline for a dunk. So he'd also moved into the paint.
But he never imagined Wang Yi would jump right then.
After taking off from the free-throw line, Wang Yi shot straight toward the basket.
Just a meter from the rim, he collided with Antetokounmpo.
Antetokounmpo felt an enormous force coming from Wang Yi, as if he'd been hit by a train.
His whole body flew away like a torn sack, crashing hard into the stanchion.
Wang Yi slammed into the rim.
And unlike a typical Free Throw Line Dunk, where the player let go as soon as the ball went in, Wang Yi kept both hands hooked over the rim.
Under the force of his massive frame, the backboard plunged downward by more than thirty centimeters.
It was terrifying to watch.
And he wasn't done. Hanging from the rim with both hands, Wang Yi yanked down on it twice.