The truth was, Hachimura and Yada Koji had grabbed Wang Yi by the arms first. They were the ones who fouled him.
But from the way it looked, Wang Yi had simply flung the two of them away.
So in the end, the referee called a foul on Wang Yi.
The one who had it worst was Watanabe Yuta.
At that moment, he clutched his chest, mouth wide open. Even breathing seemed difficult.
The referee quickly stopped the game. The Japan Team's medical staff hurried over to Watanabe Yuta and kept asking him questions, but he clutched his chest, struggling to breathe.
It went on for half a minute. Only then did he finally draw a deep breath, as if he could breathe again.
Wang Yi had driven the wind out of him with that collision.
Wang Yi had charged at full speed, then driven his knee up right into Watanabe Yuta's chest.
It was like a flying knee strike in Muay Thai.
The force behind it was easy to imagine.
When China Team's fans saw that play, they all felt Wang Yi had been treated unfairly.
"Are you kidding me? Japan Team fouled first!"
"They grabbed his arms first!"
"Did the referee graduate elementary school?"
But Wang Yi, out on the court, didn't seem to care. He appeared to have expected this outcome all along.
In fact, he hadn't made that play to score. He'd done it to intimidate them!
You can foul me a hundred times, but if I foul you once, you won't be able to take it.
Now look at those three Japan Team players.
Two seemed to have seriously injured their shoulder joints, while the third lay on the floor for ages, unable to recover.
Commentators around the world were marveling at the power of