Pang Bo blocked Jalen Green.
It was a solid block.
And it was perfectly clean, with no hint of a foul.
Wang Yi snatched the ball out of the air, forced a fast break, blew past Morant in one step, and raced toward the frontcourt.
After landing, Pang Bo quickly chased after him. He was definitely slower than the guards and small forwards, but he was almost as fast as Wemby.
Wemby was already considered exceptionally gifted. For a center, he was quick, and he could even grab the ball and take it all the way down the court on a fast break.
Little Fatty looked like he was carrying a whole lot of extra weight, yet he could move almost as fast as Wemby. That was incredible.
As Wang Yi reached the frontcourt, Jalen Green came in from the side to block him.
Wang Yi could easily have slipped past Green's block with a leaning shot, then finished with a hook shot.
But he chose not to.
Instead, he tossed the ball high behind him.
Two players were chasing after him.
One was Zion, and the other was Pang Bo.
For someone with Pang Bo's build, he was only a little slower than Zion.
Wang Yi's pass sailed just beyond Zion's fingertips and into Pang Bo's hands behind him.
Pang Bo caught the ball in midair and slammed it down over Zion with a powerful dunk.
BANG—
The rim let out a tremendous crash.
The backboard shook violently back and forth.
All 100,000 spectators in the arena, whether they were Team America fans or Wang Yi fans, gasped in unison.
"Oh!"
In the most expensive VIP box, Tamim, the King of Qatar, watched with a smile in his eyes, but sighed inwardly. *If only Wang Yi had scored that