Five minutes into the second half, the Kings still had ice-cold three-point touch.
Fortunately, their team defense had been firing on all cylinders during this stretch, which had also greatly reduced the Bucks' offensive efficiency. After five minutes, the Bucks had extended their lead by another three points and were now up by 25.
Watching from the sidelines, LeBron James shook his head. "With the Kings shooting like this today, no coach could save them."
Shaquille O'Neal nodded in deep agreement. "Exactly. Even my grandma couldn't save them."
"But there is one person who can," James added.
O'Neal played along. "Your grandma?"
"No, not my grandma. My brother."
"You have so many brothers. Which one?"
"Wang Yi."
O'Neal nodded. "You're right. In this situation, I don't think any coach could make a difference, but Wang Yi still has a chance. I don't know how he'll save the Kings, but I believe in him because..."
O'Neal deliberately paused.
James finished the thought for him. "He's Wang Yi."
O'Neal nodded. "You know how to call a game."
James waved a hand with a smile. "I only know a little."
Amid the jeers of the crowd, Wang Yi brought the ball over half court.
All five opponents were hunkered down along the edge of the paint, waiting for the Kings players. They wouldn't even come out to the three-point line to guard them.
Bronny was grinning at Wang Yi. "Come on, blow past me! Just like you did when I was playing high school ball and we went one-on-one."
Wang Yi smiled at that. "Since you put it that way, I'll give you what you want."
As he spoke, he said in his mind, Use Ghost Hand Dribbling Experience Card.
The next moment, he felt a jolt run through his whole body. The