Watanabe Yuta stood at the free-throw line, trying to stop Wang Yi's Overlord Dunk. He didn't just fail—Wang Yi's knee slammed into his chest and sent him flying.
Wang Yi, meanwhile, simply took off as normal.
An airplane knocking a bird out of the sky was nothing unusual.
Nearby, Nakamura Shuichiro watched Wang Yi take flight and rise into the air. All four of his teammates were lying on the floor, and a surge of anger welled up inside him.
As Wang Yi soared through the air, Nakamura charged over from the side and lunged straight for his legs.
Seeing this move, commentators from other countries didn't even have time to react to Wang Yi's earlier sequence. One by one, they cried out in alarm.
"Oh no!"
"Good heavens, this guy's trying to kill him!"
"Damn it, that's filthy!"
And it was. This was an extremely dangerous move.
Imagine jumping as high as you could, only to have someone run at you from the side and lunge straight for your legs.
The consequences would be unthinkable.
Even Miyakawa Maya, the Japanese commentator, couldn't help covering her mouth when she saw it.
As for Wang Yi's family, friends, and teammates, every one of them watched with their hearts in their throats.
Nakamura Shuichiro appeared to be reaching out with both arms to block Wang Yi's legs. But just then, Wang Yi bent his leg.
His knee drove straight into Nakamura Shuichiro's face.
Crack!
A sharp sound rang out from the point where Wang Yi's knee met the man's nose, and seemed to reverberate through Wang Yi's body.
Wang Yi heard it clearly.
His knee struck Nakamura Shuichiro squarely on the nose. With the tremendous force of Nakamura's charge, the man seemed to have been tripped over the head by a clothesline.